Chapter 834: The Young Master's Order, Swallow the Divine Veins
The blue-robed youth was instantly excited and looked at Fang Fan excitedly.
He felt that Fang Fan was a gift from God!
This is a double-edged sword!
Not only did he get the source power of God, but he could also get the Divine Veins on Fang Fan's body...
Hiss...their Shenlonghui, are they going to take off and rise?
floated! Completely floated!
The Shenlonghui has obtained the divine veins and the source power of the gods, and it will fly in one wave!
Days like this...how can you not be enviable?
Even hang the Shengtian League in the future? Kick the Demon Heaven Pavilion?
Hiss... terrifying!
The eyes of the blue-robed youth gathered, and a sense of excitement was born spontaneously!
"Young Master, don't let off the flares..."
"There are a lot of rewards from the four major forces..."
That black-robed bastard came over at this moment, wanting to flatter him again...
"Idiot! You idiot! Crap! Who dares to send a signal flare, this young master stabs him to death!"
"I remembered it for me today! The divine veins can only belong to our Shenlong Club!"
"The four major forces... Hehe... I don't want to make wedding dresses for them!"
"Come on! Come on! Come on! Kill Fang Mo, snatch the divine veins, we sent it... Really sent it!"
The ruddy color on the excited face of the blue-robed youth condensed wildly...
With his order, a wave of forces affiliated with the Shenlong Association directly attacked.
The Shenlonghui is also an eighth-rank force. At this moment, thousands of people are directly surrounding it, and the force is also huge!
Compared to the 100 or so people around Fang Fan... The Shenlong Club does have a certain advantage in numbers...
"Three peak nine-star king-level combat power?"
"The nine-star king-level combat power is fifty?"
"The rest are all from the six-star king realm to the eight-star king realm..."
"How dare you come to court death with such a large-scale lineup?"
Fang Fan pouted, to be honest, he still admires this guy's self-confidence...
Don't you look at the gap between each other before the battle?
Just look at the number?
One thousand versus one hundred? Quantity crushing?
The sarcasm on Fang Fan's face grew more and more.
"The eight legions and five heroes under my command are all ten-star king-level strong real kings..."
"Even if there is a level suppression in the ruins of the gods, at least one hundred peak nine-star king level can be made up..."
"Is it difficult for a hundred peak nine-star king-level practitioners to beat up some seven-star, eight-star, or even six-star king-level practitioners?"
The proud look on Fang Fan's face became more and more obvious.
"Strangle all! Not one left!"
"After killing quickly, clean up the battlefield and evacuate quickly!"
In Fang Fan's eyes, the practitioners of the Shenlong Club are promotion cards...
And their storage rings are just as mesmerizing.
The battle...began in an instant!
battle battle!
The symphony of battle has been thoroughly played!
click...
stab...
swoosh swish...
This is a crushing slaughter...
Ten seconds later, most of the thousands of practitioners at the Shenlong Conference had been killed.
"My Cao..."
"These... these people are so strong!"
"Idea... so tricky!"
"We can't fight at all, otherwise, let's send a signal for help..."
In the Shenlonghui, a cultivator said frightenedly, and the throat beads began to surge up and down.
"For help?"
"Ha ha……"
"No one is allowed to release flares! Who dares to release... I'll hammer him to death!"
"Young Master, our Shenlong Association will swallow the Divine Veins alone!"
The black-robed dog-legged man said arrogantly before.
