Chapter 445 Nine Heads

"Hmm? Why did they stop?"

More than a hundred miles away, Mr. Hong, in a red robe, frowned. With his superman's first-class spiritual sense, he could clearly understand the situation of the Yu Clan and others.

After pondering for a while, Old Hong narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted coldly: "I didn't expect that we were so secretive that we were discovered by them."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ten dark shadows flashed through the air. Under the instructions of Mr. Hong, they rushed forward quickly.

"Hmph, since it has been discovered, there is no need to hide anymore. Let's kill us!" Old Hong licked his scarlet lips and showed a stern smile.

After about a cup of tea, in the vast sea of ​​clouds, the two teams finally met on a narrow road.

"stop!"

Old Hong suddenly stretched out his hand, and in an instant, eleven figures suddenly stopped in mid-air, only more than a thousand meters away from Zhao Yan and others. Such a distance could completely launch a thunder attack in an instant!

Old Hong's eyes swept across dozens of feather beauties like sharp swords, and finally fell on Zhao Yan, and he couldn't help but pause.

"Although this guy is only at the level of the Golden Pill, why do I always feel like I can't see through him!"

Mr. Hong shook his head and thought to himself.

"I'm so brave, I dare to come to our Yunhai to play wild!" Looking at the eleven killers standing out of thin air, Yun Lan gritted her silver teeth and looked stern.

"Huh, today is your death date!"

Old Hong smiled fiercely and waved his hand immediately. In an instant, ten black figures behind him, whizzing like blades whizzing and attacking the people of the feather tribe like whizzing!

"Ten Thousand Feather Formation!"

Yun Lan's face changed and she shouted softly. Immediately afterwards, dozens of feather beauties present formed a circle in great tacit understanding, surrounding Zhao Yan and Yun Lan.

At the same time, the feather beauties of all feather tribes flapped very quickly in a mysterious way.

"Huhh!"

The violent gale wind swept out madly under the flapping of dozens of wings! The dozens of black shadows rushing forward could not help but be stunned.

"Thousands of swords pierce the heart!"

Suddenly, Yun Lan gave another order!

In the vast clouds, countless feather arrows suddenly rose, covering the sky and the earth, like sharp blades shooting out from the sky!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Caught off guard, three or four black shadows were immediately hit, and the whole figure fell and opened like a flying sandbag.

"Well, what a fierce attack method!"

Looking at the dense feather arrows in the sky, Zhao Yan couldn't help but open his eyes and was amazed.

Obviously, the reason why this feather tribe was able to rule the sea of ​​clouds and become the largest force in the sea of ​​clouds is that it is not a vegetarian, but has a few tricks.

Feeling the strength of the feather tribe on the court, Zhao Yan felt deeply moved, and his impression of the feather tribe in his heart also improved to a higher level!

"What's going on?"

Old Hong, who was still moving in the distance, looked at the scene in front of him, couldn't help but frown and shouted angrily: "Kill me! Break through their formation! The dead soldiers of our Wulong Palace are so vulnerable!"

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

Feeling Mr. Hong's anger, dozens of black shadows that were originally blocked from the attack were immediately whimpering like crazy beasts. They completely ignored the feather arrows that shot down from the sky, tearing open their skin, and cutting off their flesh and blood!

Death Soldier!

He is actually called a dead soldier, so he is not afraid of pain or life and death!

In their minds, the only thing that occupies belief is to complete the task!

"boom!"

Finally, a black shadow approached the united feather tribe. Before Yun Lan could control the scarlet flying sword and hit him hard! An incredible thing happened. A deafening roar suddenly sounded, like a bolt from the blue, and the black shadow exploded into pieces in the sky!

This dead man actually exploded!

Because of the distance being too close, his self-destruction directly affected the people of the Feather Clan present. The violent energy swept over, and the girls of the Feather Clan were no longer able to support the Wanyu Formation and fell one after another!

"Kill!" Mr. Hong shouted at the top of his lungs!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The remaining nine black shadows flashed away in a flash, and each black shadow was holding a cold light, attacking everyone as if madly!

"Ah? Not good!" Yun Lan's eyes widened, feeling the fierce murderous intent, she became inexplicably panicked.

The space of hundreds of meters suddenly fell into darkness.

Because of the self-destruction of the black shadow and the violent power, the beauty of the feather tribe present suffered a certain degree of injury! At this critical moment, hundreds of meters of space were instantly swallowed by the dark curtains in the sky!

"Um?"

Zhao Yan's eyes sterned, and hesitated no longer. He stretched out his hand and hit him out of thin air!

"Fist of Nirvana!"

The next moment Zhao Yan's fist was shot out, everything in the entire dark space was extremely clearly imprinted into his mind!

"scold!"

Twenty meters away, a black shadow quietly raised the blade in his hand and slashed down fiercely!

About ten meters to the left, two black shadows were surrounding a beauty of the feather tribe!

Thirty meters behind, two black shadows rushed towards Yunlan, while the other black shadow rushed towards Yunlan's back!

These black shadows, like ghosts in hell, come and go without a trace, silent and breathless, and are hard to guard against. Fortunately, Zhao Yan possesses the Fist of Nirvana, and in an instant he took over the entire dark space.

"die!"

Zhao Yan shouted angrily, and a fire dragon spear suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Ho-roar" As the fire dragon spear appeared, everyone present was shocked. The entire hundred ferocious dragon souls brought great dragon power, like mountains, pressing against everyone's chests, forcing them to pause!

"Kill!" Taking advantage of this gap, Zhao Yan shouted angrily.

With his wrist turning sharply, fifty or sixty dragon souls suddenly rushed out of the Fire Dragon Spear! In just one breath, he swallowed all nine black shadows in the dark space into pieces!

"receive!"

Zhao Yan suddenly withdrew his gun, his whole spine suddenly straightened, and the man and gun were united, standing proudly among the misty smoke of clouds.

Finally, after a brief darkness, the dark darkness as dark as ink finally dissipated.

As far away from the thousand meters, Hong Lao, who had been grinning since he looked at the nine black shadows swarming into the dark curtain, he kept grinning and said happily in his heart: "Hmph, this shadow killer is best at fighting in such a dark space! I am afraid that this attack will kill everyone from the feather tribe! "

Suddenly, his slightly narrowed eyes stagnated, as if he had seen an incredible scene, and his hair was blown up one after another!

"It's actually... all died!" Mr. Hong said in a daze.

As the darkness gradually faded, the light illuminated everything in the world again. However, it was astonishing that the overwhelming victory that Hong Lao imagined did not come true as he wished. On the contrary, the guy in the green robe actually held a fiery red fire dragon spear in his hand, and nine heads were strung on the spear!
Chapter completed!