Chapter 1752 (1/2)
Black, rolling, lightning.
The devil's hand is thick, as if it has ten heavens.
The magic hand spans three thousand meters.
It's so bloody that I can't breathe. It seems that the devil's hand is completely agglomerated with blood.
The magician roared, hissed and pressed down.
The whole city of HengYao is dead at first.
Then.
”Ah ah...”
”Escape!!!”
”No!”
”God!”
”Here he is Here he is! ”
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In HengYao City, there are billions of martial arts practitioners, roaring and screaming.
It's totally crazy.
Desperate to escape.
Unfortunately.
Useless.
The devil's hand is out of the sky.
It's getting bigger and bigger.
It seems that we should annihilate the whole HengYao city.
In HengYao City, it's like night, sunshine and day are all gone.
The only thing left is the black, red and black color. Every martial artist seems to have been thrown into a boundless pool of blood that has accumulated for tens of thousands of years.
The smell of blood, deep into the soul of the cold.
Even if the devil comes, it can't be better.
Look, the devil will fall.
Suddenly.
”Gu Taisheng, you have passed. How do you practice your magic skill? How can love be rampant? How can it be rampant? It has nothing to do with Sui Yiren, but you want to open the city of HengYao? Is this a fight with me in advance? ” A voice came from the towering mountain in the distance.
The voice is restrained.
But it is extremely fierce.
Directly tear the void, the real space and the absolute space, and turn it into a sharp long gun. It comes in a straight line, silent, but everywhere.
In the blink of an eye.
The voice long gun, fell on the magic hand that was about to fall.
But.
It didn't tear the devil's hand, just a little bit.
Moreover, the voice of the spear itself began to tremble, and the breath was also grumpy and seemed to disappear.
It seems that the voice of the long gun is better than that of the devil.
”Sui Yiren, my ancient Taisheng is interested in HengYao city. Do you dare not give it?!” Ancient Taisheng's voice is very loud, just like the great devil swallowing the sky, raging in the sky, rolling and dangdangdang, the voice is extremely crazy and domineering.
With the roar of ancient Taisheng.
Obviously, the magician is in a crazy expansion, thick, as if to be substantial in general.
The extreme black and red color has been black and red to liquefy.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling is like a hurricane hitting HengYao city.
At this moment, the city of HengYao, full of billions of martial artists, despair to the point of indescribable.
It's like an ant colony.
The vast majority of those who practice martial arts knelt down at such a moment.
In the direction of Mount Everglades.
”Little Lord, please help us!”
”Little Lord, please show mercy!”
”Help us!”
”Shaoge Lord, we are your loyal servants. Please help us!”
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Too many people pray, kowtow, cry, shout.
But Sui Yiren is silent.
Moreover, his voice shaped spear, which stopped the demon's hand from pressing down, became more and more trembling, as if it would be torn, smashed and unstoppable.
”I want the reverse.” At the next moment, looking at it, the voice of the long gun is going to break completely. Sui Yiren opens his mouth.