Chapter 1882 Dull sound, you will die
No matter what you do, the ending will not change. You will die. "
There was a dull voice.
In this deadly battle, my expression was calm and unchanged. The lethality was strong, and those chaotic forces were even more terrible, but so what, can they compare with the sacred soldiers?
The space was distorted, and a colorful light spread out.
Under the sound of creaking, this killing array was directly shattered, and the infinite chaos force was dissipated.
The middle-aged man looked very different.
The protective weapon was destroyed, and this killing line was his last reliance, and it was his most powerful means to kill the half-step Tianquan, but now I Shuhao was ruthless and could easily tear off his last anti-trap. This made his strong and chaotic body tremble, and a fear began to flow into his heart.
As one of the twelve masters of this chaotic world, he had never produced fear, and never thought that he would have such a feeling, but at this moment, he was really afraid of death.
He roared, and his whole body was in chaos.
At this moment, he put his The potential has been brought to its limit, shaking the sky.
It is powerful and terrible.
It is a pity that it is powerful and terrible, and now is not the time.
The sound of breaking the sky rang out, and a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
With the support of the sacred map, my degree became faster, so fast that the power of the half-step sacred could not catch up. He appeared in front of the middle-aged man at this moment, his eyes were cold, holding the map in his right hand, and he slapped it directly.
The terrible smell of a middle-aged man was suddenly broken.
Next, the blood mist enveloped the empty sky, and the Lord of the twelfth continent of the chaotic world was upside down, his body was broken, and his internal organs were directly shattered. As a result, his forehead cracked, and most of his Yuanshen was crushed.
Sen I am sacred, with a sacred map, comparable to a sacred soldier.
The middle-aged man is a half-step saint in heaven, a half-saint.
In such a collision, how can a half-saint be an opponent? As fragile as tofu.
"This king is unwilling, unwilling! "
The middle-aged man suddenly roared
The body of Yuan Shen had been shattered more than half, like half-waste, and his face was full of ferocity.
"If you don't want to die, you have to die."
The map in his hand suddenly enlarged, covering the high sky, waving with infinite charm, and went straight down.
After all, the enemy was half a step of heavenly power, so although he had a sacred plan in his hand, in fact, he was not careless and contemptuous. Just like when the young man was chopped down, he moved the map to the limit of what he could do now, trying to kill him with one blow. The middle-aged man yelled.
His students were full of blood, dissatisfaction, despair, regret and fear.
It's just that these things disappeared quickly.
"Dead!"
A cold and ruthless word sounded, clanging like a soldier.
With the sound of the word "death", the sacred map in the sky fell completely, completely covering the middle-aged man below, like a big universe rolling, crushing it into a blood mist on the spot, and Yuan Shen's body completely destroyed Miye.
