Zhao Lian'er was happy, Lu Fan appeared, Song Jianqiu ended his retreat and transformed into a sword god.
Plus herself.
No matter how many of these corpses transform into the Qin army, they are still not enough to see.
Song Jianqiu nodded slightly at her: "Let's take action, time is running out."
Zhao Lian'er nodded, and the shadow behind him reappeared. At the same time, a sword light soared into the sky, like the roar of a giant dragon, rolling directly in the sea of corpses in the sky.
at the same time.
Lu Fan opened his eyes and saw that the huge golden man in front of him was shaking.
In the peripheral vision, Ichiro Miyamoto had already stood up from the ground, looking at the golden man with his mouth full of blood, and then turned his head to look at himself coldly: "You're late."
"boom!"
Lu Fan couldn't help but disappear, and the next second, he appeared in front of Miyamoto Ichiro.
"Leave your life here."
Lu Fan spoke coldly, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Miyamoto Ichiro's neck, and lifted his body in the air.
Ichiro Miyamoto did not struggle, let Lu Fan hold him, and put his life in Lu Fan's hands.
He even sneered coldly: "I told you, you are late, the twelve golden people are resurrected, the ancestor is resurrected, no matter how awesome you are, you can't get out of here alive..."
Lu Fan frowned. He could feel that the body of the Twelve Golden Man next to him was regenerating with vitality.
And under his feet, there is a very terrifying force that is slowly waking up.
Could it be that he really came a step too late and allowed this Japanese to succeed?
"Lu Fan, don't be fooled by him. He has indeed activated the twelve golden people, but the resurrection of the twelve golden people will take some time. Kill him and the resurrection of the golden people will naturally be interrupted." The girl ghost king said.
Lu Fan heard a flash of killing intent in his eyes and was about to take action.
"Lu Fan, be careful!"
A shout suddenly sounded behind him.
Lu Fan barely had time to look back before he could feel a terrifying pressure, accompanied by a huge shadow falling from the sky!
Lu Fan grabbed Miyamoto Ichiro's neck and disappeared instantly.
"boom!"
A huge golden palm fell from the sky and struck directly where Lu Fan was standing just now.
A huge crater the size of a basketball court was imprinted directly deep into the ground.
Lu Fan turned around and looked at the pit several meters deep, feeling a cold sweat break out on his back.
"Haha, have you felt the terrifying power of the Twelve Golden People?"
Miyamoto Ichiro's sarcastic laughter instantly rang in his ears: "This is just his initial physical strength. If you wait until they are fully resurrected and activate the invincible blood in their bodies, you will be like a bed bug and be killed alive."
Crush it to death, hahahahaha!"
"Crack!"
Lu Fan used his five fingers to crush Miyamoto Ichiro's neck.
Miyamoto Ichiro's ferocious smile was still etched on his face, but at this moment he had no breath at all, and he could no longer die.
But the huge golden man had no intention of letting him go.
After raising the huge palm, it paused in mid-air for a moment, and then pressed it down on Lu Fan's head again.
Lu Fan frowned and threw away Miyamoto Ichiro's body. He dodged again and tried to avoid the blow. However, with the fierce wind from his other hand, Lu Fan was overwhelming from another direction, sealing Lu Fan to death.