Chapter 660

The black flame is raging. When the little black wings vibrate, it is the sea of fire.

When the pursuers retreated, Lu Fan shouted, "we have not hijacked your majesty. She is not dead. I just want to heal her. Can you stop first? "

Lu Fan's voice was already loud enough, and his shouts were as loud as thunder.

But the next moment, the king of the Holy tree shouted in a louder voice, "don't believe his lies. He's procrastinating. Up. Come with me, everyone. "

The Holy tree King took the lead in rushing to Lu Fan. Just now, Lu Fan's sword not only hurt his body, but also hit his face severely.

The king of the Holy tree, who was angry and ashamed, had a blinding attack in his eyes, and his vigorous strength turned into dazzling light, and rushed to kill Lu Fan.

It has to be said that with one more pair of wings, the speed is indeed a little faster.

As soon as the voice of the Holy tree king came down, he rushed to Lu Fan's face.

In a moment, his right arm turned into a huge wooden knife, cutting Lu Fan's head.

Lu Fan wields the heavy sword without a front. The life and death circle is strong. Three turns make the devil change.

Vigorous Qi soars to the sky, invisible sword Qi spreads from the heavy sword without front.

The ripples in the space vibrated, and no place passed was in good condition. The little black under his feet was all photographed by Lu Fan's powerful force, and he stopped for a while.

Bang.

When their swords collided with each other, the huge wooden knife in the hand of the king of the Holy tree began to crack inch by inch.

How to compare the magic weapons with the real ones.

That's why, no matter how strong, all the martial artists must have the right edge in their hands.

A magic soldier brings not only self-confidence, but also a great enhancement of martial arts.

The warriors of the spirit Kingdom rushing around all turned into blood rain.

The king of the Holy tree roared, the blue tendons burst out on his forehead, and his whole face turned red with blood.

He could not have imagined that Lu Fan was so young that he had more powerful accomplishments. Two people face to face, he has tried his best, but still was Lu Fan's death suppression.

Lu Fan was as powerful as a mountain. He cut the whole body of the Holy tree king into pieces. Immediately, with a roar, the king of the Holy tree flew backward with the burst vigorous force.

Lu Fan's sword swept away all the space around him, but the warriors of lingguo rushed over like a tide.

Lu Fan watched the scene and continued to shout loudly. But this time, his cry was directly drowned by the cry to kill.

Lu Fan was helpless. He stamped his foot heavily again and said in a loud voice, "let's go. Put your Majesty in front of us."

Thirteen Wen Yan did not hesitate to hold her majesty high. For a killer like him, the feeling of pitying the fragrance and cherishing the jade has always been vain.

Her majesty is like a flag, which catches everyone's eyes.

All incoming lingguo warriors dare not use long-distance array to kill at once.

The other side.

The figure of the virgin fell from the sky like a broken kite.

Ice broken crystal broken, Saint next to the old man, mouth also hung on the blood, turned over to the ground, red eyes.

The huge tree is still there, on the branch, the branch in Songwen's hand turns into a piece of fly ash.

"As I said, you are not my match."

The voice is as calm as water, the eyes are as cold as ice. Songwen breaks a branch from the side and points to the two saints.

"What a strong old man."

The saint clenched her teeth and spoke.

As soon as the voice fell, Songwen shook his hand. A beam of light appeared in the sky, and then came crashing down as a beam of light.

The gravel is flying all over the sky, and the huge trees make a dull sound.

The saint and daughter hurriedly dodged, but found that the light column behind them was catching up with each other and expanding at an amazing speed.

"Heaven punishes."

The old man screamed in amazement, which was a marvellous skill.

Even the powerful warrior of the northern kingdom of God, few of them can do it, which requires a deep understanding of the way of heaven and earth.

"Miss, let's go. I'm in his way. "

The old man flashed forward and clapped her on the back.

The palm is soft, and the saint rises high.

The figure of the old man was wrapped by the light column, and the saint trembled with anger, but she turned around and rushed to Lu Fan's direction.

Even in such a fierce battle, the saint noticed Lu Fan's movement.

The ice magic sword of ten thousand years in my hand is wielded wildly. Where I pass, the ice crystal is dazzling.

Obviously, it's only a thousand feet away, but the saint feels it's so hard to move forward.

Either the rattan guards or the city guards of the spirit kingdom. Although the cultivation is not high, it is better than many people, who are not afraid of life and death. Like a locust flying in the sky, he kills her.

From a distance, it's a little blue light against the sky.

Lu fan, who was running for his life, saw this scene. Immediately, Lu Fan shouted out, "Xiao Hei, go to pick up the saint. Hurry up."

The small black roars not only, opens the mouth a void inflammation to spurt out.

The space breaks up countless, the flame brings the whirlwind, sweeps all around.

All the way out, little black spray. Wings fly high, Xiao Hei also makes great efforts to eat milk, although it doesn't really need much effort to eat milk.

"Saint."

Lu Fan drinks violently, the sword light comes out, there is no heaven and earth.

Kill the sword.

The big nine characters are directly killed to the surrounding circle beside the saint.

The holy lady took this opportunity to hold the ice sword in her hand for thousands of years.

Phoenix crows nine days, ice Luan comes to the world.

Ice Phoenix figure condenses in behind, looks up to the sky Long Ming.

Ice releases the ground and freezes everything. The ice phoenixes soared and exploded on the top of the saint's head.

A terrible force swept out, the blue light suddenly covered the sun's brilliance, and everyone felt a cold wind invading the bone marrow, even if they were far away, they could feel the cold.

All the lingguo warriors who pursued and killed stopped.

It's incredibly quiet, and it's suddenly there.

For a moment, wait for the blue light to converge.

Everyone immediately found that the figure of Saint, Lu Fan and others disappeared.

They are like ghosts, disappearing between heaven and earth.

When the king saw this scene, his whole face began to twist.

"Chase, chase for me, close sky city. A bird, a drop of water, is not allowed to leave the city. Get them back to me. "

The king of the Holy tree cried out hysterically.

All rattan guards, the city guard should be loud, and then scattered far away.

Songwen also stopped at the moment. The light stopped, and the shadow that had been shrouded by the light column disappeared.

Frown tight, light branches in hand, countless green air flows from all directions.

The expression on Songwen's face became more and more dignified, and he suddenly found that he could not catch the breath of the other party.

"It's gone."

it's the first time Songwen has encountered such a situation.

Judging from his experience, the skill used by the opponent is not owned by the spiritual kingdom.

"It's a little tricky."

Songwen sighed.