People are dead!

The blood flows into a river, and the corpse piles like mountains.

Those who cultivate the immortal stand on the hilltop accumulated by the corpse, panting.

The remaining soldiers and congenital masters, even if they were persecuted by the royal power, even if they were killed by other masters.

They did not dare to rush to the cultivator.

because:

That immortal is too scary:

"Kill so many people, don't blink your eyes."

"What do he do?"

First photo, wipe the soft sword.

She has been staring at the Xiu Xian.

Observe the immortal.

The cultivator is very powerful.

but:

Martial arts moves are very average.

He can survive because of mana.

The strength of many congenital masters, hit him, has no effect.

instead:

He waved the umbrella handle casually, even if he was wearing heavy armor and practicing defense martial arts, he couldn't stop it.

Can such a powerful cultivator be killed?

The first photo is worried.

She looked at the king's.

Temporary tent in the distance:

The royal power sends hundreds of congenital masters.

These congenital masters, fear of eyes, despair.

They were killed by the immortal.

"Anyway, you have to die!"

"Before dying, give me the immortal, do you understand?"

Wang Quan tied them with black gunpowder.

Every congenital master, tied up more than a hundred pounds.

Put on the armor outside the outside.

Wait for the meeting, ignite the fuse, rush up

Everything is perfect.

originally:

Wang Quan wants to throw black gunpowder in a throwing method.

but:

Seeing that the Xianxian actually had a means to swallow the long -range attack, he turned to use this method.

One minute later:

Congenital strength martial arts, charge again.

Their eyes were red, and they were killed.

because:

Thousands of martial arts masters around me have already said:

"Go up, kill the cultivator, you have a line of vitality."

"Don't rush, kill you now!"

The master is far stronger than congenital.

The remaining congenital people rushed up with their heads.

Hundreds of innate masters with dark gunpowder rushed up.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The explosive sound of the sky sounded one after another.

The hills accumulated by the corpse were fried in four points.

The remaining congenital people, the dead is gone.

but:

On the broken corpse mountains, the body of the immortals was crumbling.

Stab!

Wang Quan twisted the hilt of the sword, the black oil flowed, and the flame burned.

"kill!"

Oh!

The first photo, the soft sword, buzzed.

"kill!"

With the old master, the secret method, the thin body becomes strong, and the bodies are straight upright.

He had to fly, and said:

"kill"

call out!

call out!

call out!

More than a thousand masters, almost at the same time rushed towards the cultivator.

On the corpse mountain:

The cultivator wants to cry.

Looking at the master martial arts in all directions, whistling.

His heart is despair.

Looking at the masters of the gurgling, greedy.

His heart is confused.

"I want to kill the strongest land in the barren land, and then to raise the indigenous people and refine the Taoist soldiers."

"But, why are these indigenous people, as if they have expected, arrange so many indigenous people to cut me?"

"I am bullied elsewhere."

"When this kind of remote small country is still bullied?"

"Why?"

"Is there anything else?"

Next second:

Thousands of masters whistled.

Those who cultivate immortals, draw the last trace of mana:

"kill"

boom!

boom!

boom!

Master martial arts and immortals collided.
To be continued...