Chapter 458: Besiege
Chapter 4 Siege
It is only because of a sentence of a Wuzong boy, but it makes the four strong men of Wuzun and Three Realms so nervous. On the Tianwu continent, only this boy has such a deterrent.
His confidence comes from his weird speed!
With the ability of Xulong to walk on the virtual, even the saints failed to leave it. It can be seen that this ability is definitely against the sky. Although Fenghao is less than one thousandth of Xulong, it is To deal with Wu Zun, that is absolutely enough.
Named Dao surname, in order to kill the future of his own ancestral gate, Liao Lanzong's strong looks became a little more ugly, and they all chased after them.
"唰!" "唰!" "”! "
Between several flashes, Feng Hao approached him and looked at the men who were close to the enemy. He had a smile of evil charm in his mouth.
"Oh!"
He appeared directly in a few encircles, and then, a large human head rose into the sky, and a headless body sprayed down with blood.
"Humph!"
Being squeezed by the surrounding momentum, Feng Hao's chest was stuffy, and the bones were all bursting, almost spurting blood, ‘Oh! ’With a sound, he disappeared.
And the people who came out of the cave looked at the head and the blue shirt who disappeared suddenly.
"No! Runer!"
Peng Jing screamed loudly, his heart was like a knife cut, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot blood, and a vast and imposing force came out of him.
Qin Run, incorporating all his efforts, is also the hope of Zong Men's rise, but at this time, he was severed by his head.
Everything is gone!
"Child, I'll kill you!"
Peng Jing was roaring, the sound was rolling, the wind was raging, and the whole mountain range was swept up. A towering tree was uprooted, and was shattered by the strong wind.
"Is it?"
Feng Hao shrank his lips coldly, the figure flickered again, weird and elusive.
"Go to death!"
Peng Jing looked pale and punched, and a water tank-like thick purple dragon sprayed out from his fist. The heat wave was soaring, and the surrounding space was rippling with visible ripples of heat. Burned, the earth scorched black.
"Oh!"
Mindful of his thoughts, Feng Hao's figure appeared to be 100 meters away from the right, without any trace, just avoiding the attack of the Purple Dragon.
Looking at the sea of fire, Feng Hao's heart tightened.
There is no doubt about the strength of King Wu. He is not able to resist it at all. If he is wiped to the side, it will be severely damaged if he does not die. There is no luck.
For two consecutive blows, he escaped in shock and danger. The fire around the mountains and forests has been madly burning, the heat waves are rolling, and the entire sky is also red.
After being surprised, the people who came out of the cave quickly reacted.
"Catch that boy!"
"Can't let him escape!"
The strong men in Wuzun's three and four realms shot one after another, and even one warrior could not help but shot, and went towards the place where Feng Hao stood.
Obviously, he wants to catch it!
"Humph!"
Looking at the greedy look in those people's eyes, Feng Hao's heart was cold, there was no luck anymore, and his eyes flashed, "Since so, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Oh!"
With a thought, he disappeared in place, and the diameter darted away toward the geniuses in the distance.
"not good!"
The faces of all the people at the scene were all changed, and the young geniuses were ashamed, their hearts were flustered, and they retreated backwards.
Qin Run was so beastly and beheaded, and his head was severed. How many people here dare to say that he can be better than Qin Run?
They were afraid, and the Wu Zun guarding them were also panicked, and each was an enemy.
A teenager who was in the realm of Wu Zong was shocked by the ambition of this crowd.
"Oh!"
With a cold cutting sound, a skull was thrown up again. In his eyes, there was nothing unwilling and confused. A little, it was all dark.
No one knows exactly how this boy appeared in the guardian circle of Wu Zun's strong man. His spooky speed is elusive, without any signs or traces.
Such weirdness reminds people of the virtual dragon who has grown out of ghosts and escaped the palm of the saint.
According to the records of their ancestral classics, the description of Xulong's ghostly appearance seems no different from that of the young man in front of him.
"Did this boy inherit the talent of Xulong ?!"
Thinking, everyone couldn't help shaking, and there was an incredible look in their pupils.
Although everyone wanted to roar, ‘this is impossible’, what the teenager was doing told them that it was true.
Thinking of Xu Long's actions, everyone present present a look of fear.
"You must not keep him alive!"
Within a pair of eyes, there was nothing but sternness.
This is already the case with Wu Zong. If he is promoted to Wu Zun, most of the people present will be sleepless.
As a result, each of them expanded the gas field to the maximum. In a hurry, the trees between the mountains and forests were fragmented, the ground was cracked, and the sky was dim.
"Humph!"
It was a flash, and a momentum like a thousand mountains was overwhelmed, and Feng Hao moaned, his face turned red. In front of him, several fatal attacks approached him, and when he thought, he disappeared again.
It flashed many times and there was no safe place to stay. Feng Hao even repeated the strokes and sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, his face was like white paper. If there is no basalt map, the **** pesticides defend themselves. In the second time, he will Has fallen.
"It seems impossible!"
Glancing around, he flashed towards the weakest side.
He wants to escape!
Moreover, two people have been killed, and his Li Wei has also achieved results.
I don't mess with it!
For a short distance of several kilometers, it was as if Feng Hao was passing through a sword and a mountain of fire. It seemed extremely difficult. He seemed to understand his intentions. A king of warriors appeared in that position, and the gas field burst out, hundreds of meters before him. All collapsed.
The King Wu ’s aura is Wu Zun's invasion, and the crushed body will be crushed.
"Damn!"
Feng Hao sank in his heart, and Peng Jing and other three kings of war, each formed a triangular encirclement pattern to him, at this time, he was difficult to fly.
He did not expect that these people had penetrated their shortcomings so quickly, and set a dead end, watching the approaching Wu Zun, his heart was bitter.
"stop!"
A huge voice rolled from the distance, the sound was loud and shocking.
Here is another Wu King!
It is absolutely unprecedented for the four warlords to deal with a young boy of the Wu Zong era. This time, Feng Hao is trying to escape!
