He really couldn't believe what was happening before him was real.
He seriously suspected that he was hallucinating.
The most powerful blow of his invincible spear, the spear kill, was actually pinched by Chen Yan with one hand.
"Impossible, impossible."
"How could you possibly catch my gun?"
At this moment, Li Fanglong's Daoist heart was a little shaken. He, who had always been very confident in his gun skills, felt confused for the first time; the invincible gun skills that he had worked so hard to cultivate were actually pinched by someone with one hand, and the opponent also...
He is just a native of a cursed land, and his cultivation level has not exceeded that of an immortal.
Tell me, does it still make sense for me to practice invincible spear art?
How can such a gunman be invincible?
"Bring it, gun!"
Chen Yan suddenly exerted force on his hands.
Li Fanglong suddenly felt a powerful and overbearing force, rushing down the gun body like a tide. The force was devastating, and there was also a force that made people's blood pulse and disorder. At that moment, he seemed to be going crazy and going crazy.
Losing control, he tried hard to calm down his blood and suppress his impulse.
But it was at this time.
He can no longer control the magic gun in his hand.
Chen Yan grabbed him directly.
"This gun is pretty good, it can be considered my trophy!"
"Fat Bird, go on, get it!"
Chen Yan threw the magic spear to the fat bird Tianque.
Tianque opened its mouth and caught it in one gulp, saying vaguely: "Okay big brother! I have 10,000 square meters of space in my belly. Big brother, you can store all the magic weapons you confiscated in my belly. Don't worry, I will
No charge.”
Chen Yan said: "You want to line your own pockets, right?"
Fat Bird said: "Brother, you are maliciously slandering me. The most I can do is help you pick out the useless things and throw them away, so that others won't say that you have no taste and just collect some junk."
It's you who makes such a grand statement about enriching your own pockets.
Chen Yan faced Li Fanglong: "Do we still want to fight?"
Li Fanglong asked: "What realm are you in?"
"You just have to see it yourself. If you can't see it, it's just because you are too weak!" Chen Yan put his hands behind his back and looked like a master. Who else would he choose? "Now I will give you a choice, join my camp, otherwise, I will force you to
You join, but the subsequent choices are not ideal, and you will lose your mind, forever!"
Of course Li Fanglong was unwilling to join, so he looked at the people around him.
Damn it, let's go together as promised.
Why didn't the last one come up?
"Do you also want to fight one by one?" Li Fanglong yelled at the crowd behind him.
"What? You still want to fight in a group?" Chen Yan smiled, "Unfortunately, you don't even have the chance to fight me in a group. Look at your feet. Do you notice anything strange?"
What could be different under the feet?
A group of hunters were very surprised and lowered their heads one after another.
As a result, I saw black hands appearing from nowhere on the ground under my feet. They were densely packed and still alive. They grabbed their legs and feet tightly, preventing them from moving at all.
No matter how hard they try and how they attack.
Those hands seemed completely indifferent and unscathed.
"What...what is this?"
"So many hands, my God, I feel the breath of the devil. Is this guy a demon cultivator?"
"What? Demonic cultivators? There are actually demonic cultivators in the cursed land?"
This group of people screamed in shock, seeming to be particularly afraid of the demon cultivator.
These black hands are indeed demonic methods.
It is a branch of the blood shadow method of the blood demon ancestor.