Vol 6 Chapter 440: Ning folding does not bend
Nie Tian roared wildly, his eyes filled with endless anger, killing, and unyielding, and he was not afraid of it.
The heart of the martial arts, can not tolerate a little bit of sand, the most taboo is to kneel down.
Nie Tian was born in the past, only three people, the uncle and the mother-in-law. In addition to these three, the sky is not awkward!
Even the morning fainted Emperor never dared to ask Nie Tian to kneel down. The **** commander of a 3,000-small world in the district actually wanted him to kneel down, delusional!
"Well?" Wu Hao saw that Nie Tian's arrogance was extremely extreme, and he did not give up a little, and he could not help but frown.
The people were also infected by Nie Tian’s unrestrained madness, and it was actually feeling that the whole body was boiling.
People live forever, proud and long-lasting!
"Good boy, it seems that you are still a piece of jade that is not dirty, a sword that is not bent." Wu Hao smiled coldly, and the sizzling murder in his eyes revealed, "Since you are stubborn, don't blame me." Heart is hot. If you want to die, I will let you die!"
"However," Wu Hao looked at Nie Tian's eyes and suddenly flashed a sullen smile. Sen Ran said: "I will not let you die so easily."
"Give the commander down!" Turbulently, the monk suddenly raised the voice, the voice of anger, rolling down.
"Kat! Ka!" Suddenly, the horrific power exerted on Nie Tian suddenly skyrocketed, and there was a sound of broken bones in the air.
The strength of the gods and warriors is too horrible, and Nie Tian has no power to fight back.
His body was squeezed inward by invisible force, his face was red and bloody, red and horrible, as if the next moment would burst open.
"Teacher!" Duanmu Road can no longer control at this time, the Eight-pole Kunwu appeared, the huge sword body flipped in the air, sending out a deep sword, and slammed into the monk.
"Looking for death!" In the face of Duanmu Road's dedication, the monk just waved his hand and screamed out.
The next moment, Duanmu Road flew out, after landing, it was actually bloody, not falling to the ground.
"Wood!" Gu wowed and slammed into the end of the road.
"Master, I can't hold it." Within the chaos of the original, the scorpion Luo Mojun screamed and fainted.
The true spirit of Nie Tian’s body disappeared immediately.
"Give me a slap!" Wu Hao saw this scene, screamed and screamed, and the whole body momentum rose again. He must let Nie Tian kneel down.
The more violent force was pressed down, and Nie Tian’s body slammed down and fell directly below the calf.
The Yuan mai in his body is under tremendous pressure, as if it will be blasted in the next moment.
Pain! ! !
For a moment, Nie Tian felt the pain of tearing into the bone marrow.
It seems as if the whole body is torn apart!
This is the terrible strength of the gods of war!
It is the pressure of terror that makes Nie Tian unable to bear it.
Although Nie Tian has only three giant strengths at this time, but the body has a force of 2.56 million stars, the body is no weaker than the real Yuan Wu.
But this is so, and it is impossible to break the strong momentum of the gods.
How to do?
For a moment of life and death, Nie Tian suddenly became calm.
He knows that if he goes down, the pain in his body will ease.
But will he be jealous?
Absolutely not!
On the way to the martial arts, there is no room for sand.
If he squats today, the heart of the martial arts will definitely be dusty.
Therefore, he must not be jealous!
At this moment, Nie Tian suddenly released a golden glow, which was to let the power of the monk, a slight slack.
This golden halo is the dragon's temperament in the body of Nie Tian.
The dragon scales are from the golden dragon dragon's heart-protecting dragon scales.
Protect the heart dragon scales, the dragon's reverse scale, touch it!
Even if it is just a trace of dragon scales, it is unimaginable horror!
The scale of the dragon's scale made the power of the monk loose.
In the next moment, Nie Tian’s imprisoned Yuanmai began to run wildly, and the endless power and the power of the stars surged out.
"Hey!" He thought about it, the nine-pole chaotic beast in his body was touched, and suddenly he made a roar, the power of smashing, and broke out instantly!
The tenth-order super-supreme Yuanling Jiuji Chaos Beast has always been a martial art service, and there is a reason to bend your knees!
The mighty roar, like the thunder of the flat, shocked everyone's heart.
At this moment, the monk suddenly felt a shudder, and the body spirit felt like a threat and trembled violently.
All the warriors present have the same shudder feeling, which is a natural awe of the Supreme Emperor.
"I Nie Tian, never squat!" At the same moment, Nie Tian was screaming and shouting, and the nine-pole chaotic beasts rushed out of the body. A red glow appeared, and a wave was stronger.
At this moment, Nie Tian suddenly looked up, the whole body was shocked, and the huge force that wrapped the whole body broke open instantly.
"吼-!" rang out loudly and loudly, and the roar of the nine-footed screaming sounded, a giant 100-meter-high, red-blooded behemoth appeared in front of everyone.
The body of the mountain, the color of redness like blood, the breath of the sea, the hegemony, like the imperial emperor who came out of the ancient world, let people take a look, it will give birth to the impulse to admire.
This is an imposing, an unparalleled momentum!
Jun is in the world, who is fighting!
"This" Wushu Wei pressure was broken, the figure stepped back a few steps, looking at the blood red behemoth in front of him, actually a little more taboo.
Nie Tianqi spit out a black blood, a pair of persevering nephews, staring at the monks in a fearless manner, one word at a time: "Do you want me to kneel?"
The monk, a dementia, is like a dream.
He clearly knows that Nie Tian only has the triple strength of the giant spirit!
How could he break his momentum and oppress!
With the strength of the monk at this time, even if it is a real five-powered warrior, it is difficult to break his pressure!
How did Nie Tian do it?
There is also the blood red beast spirit in front of this eye, this arrogance of the momentum of the heavens and the earth, so that his yuan inspiration to threats.
He is a powerful god-round powerhouse who will feel threatened in front of a giant spiritual warrior, and he will be a ghost!
Everything is too weird!
Far beyond the martial arts cognition of the monk.
I felt incredible and arrogant, and everyone around me had a blank brain.
Looking at the blood red behemoth, I couldn't make a sound for a long time.
Nie Tian took up the nine-pole chaotic beast spirit, and the whole body's momentum dissipated.
He has already broken the imposing power of the monk. If the latter still has a bit of shame, he will not shoot again.
A well-behaved **** of the wheel is broken by a giant spiritual warrior, which is already shameful. If you go back, it is really not a bit of a face.
However, Nie Tian is still too small to see the thickness of the face of the monk.
Both Yan Zhengde and Wu Hao looked at each other and nodded shamelessly.
"Wu Tong led, who is so arrogant, it is worthy of your own shot." At this time, the air suddenly sounded a voice, with a sense of ridicule.
“Well?” Nie Tian looked up and saw another four-winged gryphon appearing, and the face sitting in the forefront was very familiar, the elders of Moh’s outer door, Mofeng!
Mo Feng, it is the one who took away the ink!
