Li Chuochen saw that Yuan Lao was going to take a shot against Liang Tian, hurriedly pulled out the circle moon scimitar, and stopped Yuan Lao.
Liang Tian led the soldiers of Nanyun's Ministry of War to help him, and Li Chuchen naturally couldn't let him die here.
"Well!"
In front of Yuan Lao, the round moon scimitar was drawn out, and the body of Yuan Lao's body was forced back.
Yuan Lao stared at Li Chuochen angrily. He gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, you do n’t go in heaven, you do n’t have to go to hell, you have no door!"
"In this case, don't blame me. Today, my Yuan's will destroy your Temple of Prison and let the Prison Temple removed from this world."
"Haha, you have the ability to let go!" Li Chuchen sneered, he didn't put Yuan Lao in his eyes at all.
As soon as the words fell, Li Chichen took the initiative.
Since this battle has already been fought, it is not as simple as the strength of strength, but life and death.
"Kill the gods and cut it!"
As soon as Li Chuxi shot, it was the famous stunt of returning to the sea.
The power of killing God was infinitely powerful. At the moment when the knife flashed, Yuan Lao had already felt huge pressure.
He did not dare to take Li Chichen's attack, hurriedly withdrew, and escaped this fatal blow.
And Li Chuchen was pressing step by step, and the tricks were united in succession. Yuan Lao only had the strength to fight, and there was no chance to fight back.
"Old guy, aren't you going to destroy my temple of prison? Why is this the ability?"
While attacking, Li Chichen laughed, "Also hidden in the world? Are you too garbage?"
Yuan La was so angry that he had a blushing, and he had some helplessness in his heart.
That's right, Yuan's is indeed a hidden gate, but Li Chuchen's strength is too powerful.
Yuan Lao did not expect that a power of the secular world was so powerful that it was so powerful.
So terrible! So terrible!
In front of the super forces such as the Prison Temple, there is no advantage in the hidden gate.
Yuan Lao couldn't kill Li Chuchen, and he was anxious.
Now he was angry with Li Chichen's words, and he was a little confused, revealing the flaws.
Li Chuchen was extremely sharp after a hundred battles.
Seeing Yuan Laolu's flaws, Li Chuchen immediately seized the opportunity and attacked sharply.
"Kill the gods and cut it!"
Li Chuochen's exhibition this time is still a famous stunt to return to the sea.
The knife light brightened Yuan Lao's eyes.
Yuan Lao perceives danger, but it is too late to avoid it.
He didn't want to be cut off by Li Chichen's round moon scimitar. In a hurry, he hurriedly used his hands to block it.
"! 嗤!"
The original hands are also the body of flesh and blood, and it is not steel casting.
He used his hands to block the knife, and he was cut off by the sharp -handed moon machete.
Lao Yuan screamed back and retreated back.
His pair of broken arms is still constantly spraying blood, which is very scary, but the others of Yuan's family are also overwhelmed.
At this time, no one cares about coming to rescue.
Yuan Lao's face changed again, and he had felt the breath of death.
"It's over!"
Yuan Lao finally realized that it was not good, but now he regrets not to provoke the temple of prison, it is too late for the time.
The soldiers of the Temple of Prison have killed all the people of the Yuan family, and one will not be left.
The people of Yuan's are not good now.
Yuan Lao retreated and turned his head to look at Yuan's four elders. Now, they are the last hope of Yuan's.
As long as Yuan's four elders can win the four elders who can win the Temple of Prison, then they still have hope.
Otherwise, today, they will die.
Yuan Lao didn't look at it, but at this view, Yuan Lao's heart was like being poured with ice water, and he suddenly became more than half of it.