v4 Chapter 65： Swift

"Oh!"

Immediately after the arrival of the first captains, each figure quickly wiped the shoulders of Matsumoto Ranjuku and reached the side of Yamamoto Motoyagi's heavy country, lined up, holding the sword, looking forward.

"Hishitani Winter Shiro, come back!"

Yamamoto Won, Liu Zhai's heavy country, had a dignified look and sang in a deep voice.

In the sky, a pair of fighting warriors in the sky of the winter, at this time, bloodstains were everywhere on the cheeks and the body, completely inferior.

Facing the two captains of Lao Guo with one enemy and two opponents, even he was a bit powerless.

"call!"

Exhaling a breath, Rifangu Dongshilang suddenly waved his sword, pulled out a long string of ice flowers, and shot in cold air. The two men who retreated attacked quickly and retreated.

Seeing that the enemy wanted to flee, the death **** of Lao Guo would chase away, but was stopped by Qing Feng below.

"No need to chase, see what they want!"

Qing Feng turned his gaze, staring at the captains standing in front of him, lined up behind the captains of the corpse souls, his mouth tilted, revealing a smile that was difficult to determine what it meant.

"The Huting Court Thirteenth Team, Yamamoto Motoyanagi, is a great country!"

"You look surprised."

He stepped forward and walked to the forefront of the death gods of the kingdom. Behind them, the death gods either stood on the ground or the sky, staring coldly at the Huting Thirteenth Team.

At this moment, in addition to the acceptance of Jianba and Lanran, the other 13 captains have arrived, and a large number of deaths have gathered here, forming a long dragon behind them.

The two camps now confronted each other, staring at each other, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"What are you guys? What's the purpose !?"

Yamamoto Motoyanagi asked with a heavy voice.

He walked towards the ground with a wooden cane in his arms.

"Click!"

The ground shattered instantly, and a circle of air waves centered on him, blowing his robes and shooting away in all directions. When arriving in front of the death **** of the kingdom, it was already forming an extremely strong wind, and the people in the front row blow backwards, squinting their eyes.

"Oh? The old guy is so powerful!"

Qing Feng's eyes narrowed, revealing a trace of fear.

Sure enough, as the intelligence said, the captain was very magnificent and powerful.

After leaning a little, he smiled again.

"People of Laos, come and ask for something from the Captain!"

"what?"

Yamamoto Motoyanagi asked the country.

"Management power in the corpse!"

Qing Feng's smile dissipated, turning cold, and the piercing chill shone in the cyan pupil.

"Think too much!"

In the face of Qing Feng's words, Yamamoto Yoshiyuki's heavy country is just a touch.

"Then we have to take it ourselves!"

Qing Feng raised his hand suddenly, said coldly.

Suddenly, he waved his right hand.

"Kill me!"

On the opposite side, a cold chill flickered in the eyes of Yamamoto Yoshiaki's heavy country across a thousand kilometers away, and his breath was violently fierce at this moment. A circle of invisible winds centered on him, forming a whirlwind quickly Out.

"I don't care if anyone waits!"

The voice of the old voice was clear, with endless majesty.

"Avoid accidental injuries!"

The faint word makes the surrounding dead souls of the corpse souls change color behind them, and they retreat one after another. Even the ten captains behind them are stepping back quickly, for fear of being affected.

"Captain, you have to shoot!"

"Obviously, he is angry!"

"For the first time in nearly a thousand years, I'm really looking forward to that thrilling yet amazing power!"

The captains who talked a lot talked to each other, and the death gods behind them were all staring at the front, inexplicably excited.

Yamamoto Motoyanagi, the founder of the Thirteenth Team of the Corps of Soul Souls, the first captain, the founder of the Zhenyang Spirit Academy, and the first principal. His identity is high, and he has absolute authority in the corpse soul world. His life is almost equal to the history of the corpse soul world.

At this moment, the suddenness of the war did not panic the captain. Even at this critical moment, it has abandoned a series of redundant questions and doubts. For example, why the flow of turbulent streets was turbulent, and no news came, and for example, this mass of death appeared, and no one found it.

A living fossil representing the history of the corpse soul, at this time a anger in his heart had begun to burn.

The person who claims to be a puppet nation on behalf of the other country represents someone who is not in this world, then an enemy. And with such a big fanfare, an upright attack, its arrogant attitude and brutal methods have made the captain thoroughly angry and murderous!

How does anger flow? Only in the flame boiling, to dissipate, to vent.

Directly in front of her, a large number of death gods rushed in, their eyes were crazy, their expressions were full of self-confidence, strong, and killing. From each person's face, they can see their intentions for the corpse soul world, and their unambiguous ambitions!

"The corpse soul is the corpse soul!"

"No one can come!"

Yamamoto Wonderland willow country, spit out a few words.

The crutch in his hand suddenly peeled off at this moment, and a long knife with a purple color appeared in the eyes of everyone. In a moment, the temperature in the air began to rise at this moment.

"Everything is ashes, everything is like fire!"

Bland chanting came out, but everyone in the room contracted their pupils.

Because at the next moment, this ordinary looks, but it is the oldest and most powerful sword cutting knife began to tremble.

"Oh!"

A blaze of flame rose, emerged from the blade, followed by burning the entire handle.

"Whoo!"

The wind began to blow, and Yamamoto Yoshiaki's robes shook, and the flames were burning more and more vigorously.

"Humph!!"

Suddenly, Yamamoto Yoshiyuki's calm eyes stared at him. The immeasurable surge of pressure on his body shot out instantly, and the flame above the sword was already as hot as the sun.

The temperature at the scene suddenly rose by forty degrees, and the heat was uncomfortable.

Then, his long sword flashed, and he was slammed in front of him.

"Hot **** !!"

The sound of the old Shen drinking sounded, and the flame above that knife swelled, became larger, became hot, and was extremely burning.

"Crap!" "Come!" "Stab!"

The mixed voices rang out at this moment, and an immensely large pillar of fire suddenly appeared around the death of Lao Guo while running.

An ignition pillar appeared, and then booming booming, a series of sounds came out, dozens of huge pillars of flames all appeared at this moment, and the extremely warm flames scattered, enveloping the surrounding **** of death instantly.

"Ahhhh!"

Suddenly, a scream came out. The figures of the death gods of the kingdom of war disappeared in this flame twisted.

Whether it is an ordinary **** of death, UU Kanshu or the vice captain level, the captain level is not spared at this moment. Under this hot flame, one by one dissipates.

The flames spread quickly, covering a few kilometers in front of the blink of an eye.

"burst!!"

After five or six breaths, Yamamoto Yoshiaki willow shouted.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

An immense explosion sounded, the ground shook, and dozens of pillars of heavenly fire swept across the square with horror, swallowing a large swath of death.

Heaven and earth cannot escape!

When everything was over, Qing Feng's pupils contracted, and his right hand clenched the handle.

Behind him, an inhalation sound came out.

They were scared!