Chapter 1150: Domineering Bei Lao
The first 150 chapters domineering North Lao
At this moment, Xiao Fan and the others had no fear, and some were just endless anger, endless anger at the Temple of War!
The Lord of the Temple of the Gods of War is only for venting, and even wants to destroy hundreds of millions of living beings. How can they not be angry?
"kill!"
Fatty took the lead in the fight, full of thunder and lightning, burning with a discolored arrogance, his aura continued to rise, even if compared to the later stage of the battle, not much.
He knew that he was not the opponent of Zhang Gang, but he still hit it with one blow. The death of his father Nangong Yu made him unacceptable for a while.
"Second, go back!" Xiao Fan exclaimed. He didn't know how strong the Battle Saint Realm peak was, but it was definitely not a fat man's opponent.
He was stopping the fat man, but he didn't retreat either, and rushed up quickly.
Seeing that the fat man was about to collide with that palm gangway, the blue veins on Xiao Fan's forehead burst up and he almost went crazy.
however……
At this moment, the void suddenly rippled, and in front of each of Xiao Fan and them, a ripple suddenly appeared, filled with strange lines.
Xiao Fan reacted the fastest and quickly retreated from the ripples, but Bei Chenfeng, Fatty, Ling Feng, Xiao Qi, Chu Qing Kuang, and the Sword Emperor Huo Huang had no time to react and all rushed in.
In just an instant, Bei Chenfeng and the others suddenly rushed into the rippling vortex and quickly disappeared.
The other one who didn't rush in was Xiao Jin, who sensed the danger for the first time and quickly retreated back.
In a blink of an eye, only Xiao Fan and Xiao Jin not far away were left in the void, as well as the palm that quickly rushed towards him.
"Huh!" Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he naturally knew what the ripple was, that was the soul pattern teleportation formation, and without thinking about it, the person who shot was naturally the old man.
He didn't expect that at the very moment of his death, Mr. Pei would send so many people out of this place.
Xiao Fan couldn't imagine the level of Bei Lao's attainments in soul patterns. You know, he is still entangled with the Lord of the God of War, yet he can arrange so many teleportation formations in an instant.
"Fan'er!" Bei Lao exclaimed in the distance. He originally planned to send Xiao Fan away, but he didn't expect Xiao Fan to rush into the whirlpool.
He knew Qi Xiao's strength very well, that palm was not something Xiao Fan could bear.
Huh! Xiao Fan Shura's divine wings trembled, instantly urging five drops of Shura's divine power, running the Shura divine body and the immortal golden body, mobilizing the power of the ghost war soul and the endless war soul.
Although the drunkard said, try not to use external force, but in the face of the gap between the three small realms, Xiao Fan did not dare to underestimate it. If he did not go all out, it would be impossible for him to escape this blow.
Moreover, Qi Xiao's strength is much stronger than Si Kongyu, so Xiao Fan dare not have any reservations.
His speed is very fast, but the palm speed is not slow, and the distance between the two is still shortening.
At the same time, Xiao Jin also stepped on the fire cloud, spouting **** flames in his mouth, and a terrible dragon radiated from his body.
Xiao Fan and Xiao Jin attacked while retreating, and the power of that palm gang finally weakened a lot.
Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and mobilized all the strength of his body, making a detonation with a punch. Almost at the same time, Xiao Jin's claws were also protruding, with great power.
"Boom!" The palm, fist and claws exploded in the void, and a terrible storm swept in all directions. Xiao Fan and Xiaojin's bodies flew upside down. The internal organs were shaken toss, and Xiao Fan's mouth overflowed with blood. .
Strong! Abnormal strong!
This is Xiao Fan's recognition of Qi Xiao's strength. Qi Xiao's strength does not know how many times stronger than Si Kongyu, otherwise, he would not even be able to take Qi Xiao's palm.
"As expected of the Lord Shura, he was able to take a palm of this seat." Qi Xiao appeared hundreds of feet away from Xiao Fan, looking at Xiao Fan and Xiao Jin with amusement.
Bei Chenfeng and Ling Feng were sent away by Bei Lao, and he was not angry, as long as Xiao Fan was captured alive, everything else didn't matter.
"Roar!" Xiao Jin roared angrily, almost unable to hold back and rushed forward.
"Xiaojin!" Xiao Fan touched Xiaojin's head with an indifferent expression.
He looked into the distance from the corner of his face, Bei Lao held the Thousand Chance Diagram in his left hand, exuding dense patterns in four volumes, almost covering the Lihuo Emperor.
The sky full of thunder and lightning continued to bombard, but it couldn't break the barrier of that pattern.
At the same time, he held the Wan Ling Tu in his right hand, and countless creatures poured out from it, protecting the Lihuo Imperial Capital.
Seeing this scene, the monks who were away from the Fire Emperor's Capital had forgotten to run away, looked at the sky in horror, and felt a little trembling in their hearts.
"That's Mr. Dean, Mr. Dean saved us!" Someone recognized Bei Lao's identity, and his heart was extremely excited.
Others heard the words, and their eyes were full of incredible colors. That is the Lord of the God of War, even if it is not true, how powerful is it that the Dean of the War Soul Academy can match him?
Although many people didn't believe it, they had to believe that if it wasn't the dean of the Battle Spirit Academy, how could he protect Lihuo Emperor Capital.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Emperor Lihuo hadn't been destroyed. You know, there are Qin Mo, Qin Mengdie, and Li Yu inside. Xiao Fan doesn't want them to be killed.
"The ancestor-level soul pattern? You are the one who destroyed the thunder body of the Lord of the Temple last time!" The voice of the Lord of the God of War Temple rang out, and the golden thunder and lightning condensed into a figure of hundreds of meters.
It was a burly and sturdy man, wearing a golden armor, full of thunder and lightning, and long golden hair dancing, but he couldn't see his face clearly.
"If you don't roll, you will ruin your thunderous body again!" Bei Lao's cold eyes stared at the high sky, with a terrifying aura blooming, without the slightest retreat.
"Huh!" The Lord of the God of War snorted coldly, his murderous aura bloomed, a giant foot fell from Nine Heavens, and he wanted to trample Bei Lao to death.
"Stubbornly stubborn! If this thunder body is destroyed, your body will be severely damaged, then I will teach you a little lesson, this world, it is not the temple of the **** of war!" Bei Laosi has no fear.
Raising his hand with a wave, a streamer shot out from his hand, and the streamer quickly enlarged in the void, and the crowd finally saw clearly what it was.
That is a huge stone sculpture of a human figure, using stone sculptures to collide with the Lord of the God of War?
The crowd was extremely nervous. Although they believed in the strength of Bei Lao, they were more unbelievable!
Behind everyone's surprised eyes, Bei Lao snapped his finger, the huge stone sculpture opened his eyes in vain, his body bloomed with endless light, and terrible pressure erupted from him.
"Alive?" The crowd screamed, their hearts trembling suddenly. Few people who were far from the emperor had ever seen a soul sculpture. No wonder they were so shocked.
In just a breath of time, the stone sculpture turned into a golden giant tens of feet tall, holding a golden giant sword, and slashed towards the sky with a sword.
Although the thunder body of the Lord of the God of War was easily destroyed last time, the thunder body was different this time. The strength was much stronger, and the old man did not dare to underestimate the enemy.
"boom!"
The golden giant sword burst out with brilliant light, and the crowd only saw an unrivaled sword light shattering the sky and heading straight towards the thunder body of the Lord of the God of War.
