MTL - I Am Supreme-v3 Chapter 527 Open the kill!

The black-faced masked man looked at the face of the cloud, and the suspicion of the cloud was magnified, and he felt that he could not drag it down.

On the hillside, the cold body in winter, has begun to rise and rise.

That is... the injury is being repaired, and the injury is showing signs of improvement? !

The cloud is so good that it is full of ambiguity, and it looks relaxed and leisurely. It is not like being trapped by the army. It is like sitting quietly in the mountains.

The black masked man squatted and then stepped back two steps. Suddenly his eyes condensed and waved and said: "The first team, send Yun Wangye on the road!"

The other black men’s hands did not move, only the 200 people of the first team stepped forward, and immediately yelled, the head of a burly strong man waving two big axes, like a mad tiger out of the forest Going up, behind him, there is a team of black masked men of 200 people, rushing up neatly and quickly, only a precise distance of three feet from the leader.

The distance between the three feet is that the leader can retreat and then others can quickly attack and fill the gap of this gap, which avoids the possibility of chasing the clouds.

Seeing that the other party finally moved, Yun Xiaoyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The situation just now is dangerous. If the black man does not move at all, then he must take the initiative to attack, because the longer the time drags, the more the situation will be worse.

However, if you take the initiative, it means giving up the terrain. Facing the other side's human tactics in all directions, no matter how you launch the offensive, it will be rare to cause damage and will only die faster.

At this time, instead of launching an offensive by the other party, not only do they have the advantage of the land, but they can also use the eagerness of the other party to complete the campaign as soon as possible, and exercise the tactics of being a singer, so as to maximize the cost to the guys. !

This in itself is a smart competition.

Who can bear it, who can win.

Now the result is calm, it is the cloud that has won.

The big man rushed up and screamed, and the two big axe wheels generally swayed wildly.

Jianguang flashed, Yunxiaoyao took a slippery step, and as usual, he came to the back of the strong man, the backhand sword, the **** splash, and the brain of the brawny man was suddenly separated from the body and flew high. High.

As soon as the cloud went away, one person and one sword, like a whole, rushed to the front of the two hundred people in the battlefield, the **** light suddenly rose from the sky.

At this moment, the happy king who fought for the Yutang empire for a lifetime, shot no more mercy, it is ruthless!

When a sword comes out, at least five or six people will be destroyed, and the sword light will fall like a waterfall.

For a time, countless people turned their heads and rolled up. Many people in the heart of the sword screamed and rolled out. People have not yet landed, and their lives are gone.

However, between the fingers and the blink of an eye, a team of two hundred people has already lost a hundred and thirty people to their swords!

Everything is dead and harmless, the sword in the sword, will die!

The black-faced masked leader, a pair of nephews, has been staring at the face of the cloud, and apparently wants to see the state of Yunxiaoyao.

However, Yun Xiaoyao always has a face full of indifference, his face is still rosy, his eyes are as clear as ever.

I couldn’t help but feel shocked: “Be fooled! Yun Xiaoyao is really not hurt!”

At this point, I immediately ordered: "Two teams, three teams and four teams, on!"

The hillside is too small, and there is simply no room for an attack. Seven or eight hundred people are surrounded by the limit figures.

The three squads rushed together, and Yunxiaoyao is still holding the top of the hillside, not letting anyone get past the thunder pool! Just because he is behind him, it is cold in the winter and five people.

It is because of him, it is already Senlu Hell, blood is endless!

A sword light, like cold electricity, generally flows around, even if it is the supreme master, it is also a sword, and can not be spared.

The real husband is off, Wan Fu is not open.

The more he is, the more regretted the black-faced masked leader is, the more fear he has.

Sure enough, he just wants to drag the time to let the cold and other people recover, and keep the situation in their hands.

The **** summer glacier actually deceived us!

Yunxiaoyao is only waiting for the cold recovery in winter. Once it is restored, it will definitely be an instant! At that moment, I can't keep anything!

Want to kill the clouds, only the winter and other people have not responded to this time!

The screams have come and gone, but between a moment, more than 400 people have been killed in the clouds. And Yun Xiaoyao has been to the present, the body is still unscathed, and even his face has not changed.

The black masked man confirmed that he was deceived and became more hysterical and started to add fuel.

Desperately commanding the subordinates of a team and a team, like a moth rushing to the fire, the former servant, all without stopping.

"Clouds are happy, even if you are an iron man, you are tired and tired! I want to see, you can kill a few people!" The black-faced masked leader's sullen roar: "I have a whole 5,000 people here, you Did you kill it?"

The cloud is not far away, the white long gown is going up and down in the crowd, the sword light is so sharp that the sword is falling from the sword, and the body in front of it is getting more and more thicker and thicker. Has been soaked in the hillside, smashed down, merged into a small river, blood flow, hurricane and wind.

More and more dead bodies have fallen, almost the hills are full, and those who rushed up later can only fight on the bodies of their companions, and there will be no time to drag the bodies back!

But those who intend to drag the body are killed by the clouds as soon as possible!

Six hundred people, eight hundred people, one thousand two hundred people... have been rushing up to two thousand people, and Yunxiaoyao is still like a wind, and the power is not reduced.

The hooded man in black has already seen the mask and cold sweat, and his face is pale.

The strength of the cloud is so good? !

A total of two thousand warriors above Tian Xuan, one by one, are all figures on the mainland who are overlord. Nowadays, if you hit a sword, you will be annihilated, and you will be buried here!

Behind him, the remaining black masked people are all complicated and faint.

With such a big place, one can't play the siege of the siege, and only one wave can go up and add oil.

However, it is only necessary to go up to these people to besiege, it is impossible to curb the cloud!

In front of the speed sword of Yunxiaoyao, the siege of the people can not even blew themselves. Just condensed the spirit of the spirit, at the moment of the upcoming explosion, there will naturally be a sword attack, after the sword, Yun Xiaoyao disappeared immediately, the self-explosives may not be able to induce self-exposure, or kill and hurt their own comrades!

So seven or eight times, no one dares to use the self-destruction offensive.

Self-destruction takes away dozens of comrades-in-arms brothers, and has no effect on the enemy. What is the significance of Philip?

No matter how powerful and powerful the tricks are, the face of the speed of the sword, the speed of the sword, completely powerless, will only fall into a sword body, a life.

Whether it is participating in the siege, or watching from behind, everyone is swaying, the cloud is far away, the name of the world's first master, it is indeed deserved, and now he has even surpassed the rumored Ling Xiao drunk!

A full three thousand people, the former servant rushed to the hillside, but one did not go back!

All died in this road to death.

The cloud screamed and shouted, and the sound was in the air: "I have a certain battle for the cloud, this is the first time for the soldiers of the Yutang Empire! And this time, it is also the strongest, most sinister and most poisonous shot in my life! ”

"This is not a big irony!"

"It’s also a life!"

The clouds are far away from the sky, and the air is long.

The 5,000-faced black-faced masked team is only two thousand.

The sky is near dusk.

On the hillside, the moon-white long gown of the clouds, after all, was inevitably blood-stained and turned into a thorough blood coat.

How to speed up the speed of the sword, the death of too many people around, piled up too many bodies, bloody, inevitable, contaminated robes

The war was temporarily stunned and caught in a short break.

The black man is not able to see things here, but instead thinks about it. In the current situation, even the five thousand people at hand are dead. Even summoning the second layer of help from the outside, it may not be possible to get the cloud lord.

The current situation, there is no absolute fighting power to suppress, simply can not help the cloud lord in full state!

He looked up and saw that Yunxiaoyao was still standing on the hillside, holding his sword in his hand, his eyes coldly looking at his side, the only difference from the previous one, but a slight gasp, it seems, Actually not very tired.

Black masked people are frustrated, and today they want to kill the clouds... It’s hard to be.

He had already tried to overestimate the cultivation of Yunxiaoyao, and made a layer-by-layer arrangement. He was consciously already seamless, but still did not expect that the strength of Yunxiaoyao actually reached the point of such a terrible and weeping ghost!

"Yun Yunye's achievements have been created, and I really don't want to be the best in the world, we are..." I have to say the last two scenes and then retreat, suddenly my heart moves.

The eyes of the clouds are happy...

He fixed his eyes and wanted to confirm one or two.

Yun Xiaoyao closed his eyes and said faintly: "Cloud has reached the end of the strong. If you want to fight again, I may not be able to stop it."

The black masked man's eyes became more and more sharp, paying attention to the face of Yun Xiaoyao, and suddenly sighed long: "Yun Yunye, I really got yours."

Yunxiaoyao no longer speaks.

"You are poisoned at all, and you have been injured. Before that, you are forced to suppress. In the next few thousand, you can actually suppress the wounds now, without any flaws! In such a fierce battle, you actually suppressed two For a long time! Admire."

Yunxiaoyao still does not speak.

"Unfortunately, you can't suppress it now!"

The black masked man laughed loudly: "Your voice, your demeanor, still no flaws, but your face has begun to turn green! Even your hand has already turned blue! Your eyeballs have already There are no white eyes, only blue! The poison in your body, I must have been in the battle just now, wandering through the body meridians?! Yun Wangye, do you still have to act now?"

Yunxiaoyao closed his eyes, his body swayed, and suddenly laughed and said: "You said it is good. I am indeed poisoned. I have already walked through the body meridians. Even though the gods of the gods have come to the world, they are still effective." There is no medicine to save."

"But I estimate that in addition to the three thousand people who have been killed by me, at least one thousand people will be buried for me before I die."

He smiled faintly: "Where, you must include Lin Yunlong!"

Lin Yunlong.

The Yutang empire will be a child; Lin’s early battle in the battlefield, but in the war decades ago, the Lin family’s lord and the deputy commander of the army were ambushed and shackled, and the Lin family was defeated by the royal family. How many years have passed? Not enabled.

One infidelity, one hundred times!

Unexpectedly, with the dying of the door of Yu Tang, the Lin family was actually revived, and it turned out to be a prince and a courtier.

Lin Yunlong said: "The cloud king is really resourceful. When it comes, it is still a me, it is my shame for life. But it doesn't matter, Yun Wangye will eventually fall to this place, and the end will kill the world first. The record of the master is not too shameful."

Yun Xiaoyao said disdainfully: "So I said that you are still far away. If you change the situation of the iron shovel and Fu Baoguo Sun Zihu, the simple plan of attacking the mind, there is no possibility of success. You The established policy is to delay the time. Even if things change, they will continue to drag on to the end. Only by believing in their own judgments will they believe in their own deployment and believe that they will kill me in the early stage. heart of."

"And you, you have this kind of heart for you. You have doubts about yourself, it is even more difficult to believe in your colleagues, and even the decision to plan for your own layers is shaken... It’s too easy to be affected. Mind resolutions, people like you, for another thousand years, it is rare to achieve the mainland famous!"

Lin Yunlong tore off the masked scarf and said with anger: "The clouds are happy, do you dare to look down on me?!"

He has always called Yun Wangye to show respect, but at this moment he was exposed to scars, consciously dignified and impaired, and finally could not help but anger.

"Whether you allow Yunwu, for the military, character virtue, what qualification do you have, let me see you?" Yun Xiaoyao's sword in his hand raised slightly, and said: "Lin Yunlong, now it is my turn to rush down, Order to let your subordinates, guard around you, can't stop me, you will die. Don't try to escape, at your speed, you can't escape. You can only hope for... Before the poison is dead, your subordinates can keep you and use your life to complete your life!"

The sword light flashes, the sword gas highlights the tip of the sword, and the breath is quiet, and it suddenly rises.

Lin Yunlong’s face is blue and green, and it’s not better than Yunxiao.

Now, it is not even possible to attack the hillside, take down the problem of the cloud, but turn to your own life safety!

If you haven’t been counting on it, your own five thousand masters will wrap around, and the big array will be set up with a small array. Even if there is a great ability in the cloud, you will only be caught in a large array of sieges; even if you have some death or injury, you must It won't be as serious as it is now, and it may cost only a thousand people to kill the clouds.

But now... the original five thousand went to three thousand, and the serial array was not broken, and countless important links were gone.

Then the rest, only hard fight.

This evil is really painful.

But he wouldn’t wait for it, and with a whistling whistle, two thousand people gathered into a big circle, keeping Lin Yunlong in the middle.

Lin Yunlong's character, selfish gloom, as long as he can survive, as long as the task can be completed, even if his own 5,000 people are completely annihilated, he will not blink his eyes.

Nowadays, in order to save one's life, it is naturally more rigorous and cautious.

Yunxiaoyao closed his eyes and stood on the hillside. The sword was held in his hand, but he did not rush down immediately. He just said: "Lin Yunlong, are you ready?"

Lin Yunlong is even more nervous.

The world’s first master’s sudden death, can you stop it?

At this moment, the winter leaped coldly and arrived at Yunxiaoyao: "Uncle, how are you?"

The cold winter repairs have already smashed the peak of this world. Although the injury was heavy before, there were two time healing gaps that Yunxiaoyao won, which has already restored his injury to 60%, but it is over.

Yun Xiaoyao’s low voice: “I’m... I’m already mad, I can’t help it. The poison of the short sword is really overbearing. It’s poisoned into the blood and travels all over the body. It’s really incurable, now... ...Dantian has burned it down...and even eyes can't see anything,...I can still stand now, it's already the limit, I can't even move a little, cold... You take someone away immediately, This is the last chance to escape, grasp it!"

Winter is cold and red, only a heart sinks.

"Don't be tempted." Yun Xiaoyao's low-pitched voice: "As long as I am still standing here, Lin Yunlong will never dare to move. So I can't move... I will fall when I move, I can't get up again. ......"

"You have to leave immediately, save the useful body, I still have one thing to ask you..."

The cold in the winter held back the grief in my heart, but the tears fell in a series: "Uncle please."

Yun Xiaoyao slowly said: "In my palace, in the study... Under the seat I often sit, there is a dark room. There are two letters in the dark room, and some relics of Yunyang’s mother. ... you bring those things to the past, I believe that Yun Yang must return to this world, and when he returns, you find him, give him something, please..."

Winter nodded coldly: "Uncle, I remember!"

He did not know that Yun Yang was the adopted son of Yun Xiaoyao, and even to a certain extent he could only be regarded as a partner, but only then did he really have a true father and son.

If Yun Yang is here, I will immediately know that Yun Xiaoyao said this just to let the winter go cold. The so-called letters and relics are all in vain, and even the secret room is mostly made up.

But winter cooling doesn't know all about it.

"You promised me, I must pass those things to Yun Yang... This is... I am sorry for my life... I have to let Yun Yang and leave such regrets."

Yun Xiaoyao closed his eyes and his face was still calm.

But there seems to be a figure in front of him.

It was a teenager. In the snow, I entered the Houhou Houfu at that time: "Yunhou, I can still remember the feelings of the year... I have something..."

Later, the boy had his identity concealed and began his own planning... Until then, the boy stood on the top of the nine days, waving his hands and feet, stepping on the mountains and rivers; laying the foundation for the Yutang Empire to dominate the world...

There was a smile on his face and he muttered: "I am so happy... I can have such a son in this life, I have no regrets. Just... I really want to see you again..."

Among the two eyes, the thin cyan blood color flowed out a little bit, but it was the tyrannical poison, and finally could not be suppressed, and it broke out.

But he erased without traces and shouted: "Go."

In the winter, the cold screamed and suddenly slammed a few heads: "Uncle, I went, and I will never be entrusted by my uncle."

Don't wait for the clouds to come back, cover your face and run: "Go!"

Flying all the way, tears rolling down the dust.

On the hillside, only the cloud left alone left alone. He closed his eyes, his face still covered with a dull smile, his sword was on the ground, the sword light flashed, and the murderous body was not smashed because of the injury. Interest, but constantly rising.

Under the hillside, Lin Yunlong looked at the clouds on the hillside, and his eyes were full of fear and jealousy.

"Yun Yunye, what are you waiting for?"

Yun Xiaoyao is low: "Lin Yunlong, the road to battle, you should be clear about your gap; you are not thinking, your mind is more chaotic, and now the iron barrels are all flawed. If you are a Lin family, you can count Yu Tang will give you a chance."

He said faintly: "In the current situation, I am killing you by the gap. If you win it, you will never be reconciled. I will give you the opportunity to re-arrange and see if the king is under your most proud arrangement. Can you Take a sword and take your head!"

Lin Yunlong’s face changed and he turned to look.

He didn't know, he was rushed to arrange, and there were a lot of flaws, but he was afraid that the cloud would rush down the next moment, and there would be time to arrange it.

After listening to the words of Yun Xiaoyao, I was overjoyed and said: "Do you speak?"

Yun Xiaoyao sneered: "Childish!"

Although he was defamed, Lin Yunlong is not angry and laughing. Since you are determined to die, give me time to calmly arrange, then I will die in my hands!

"Listen, arrange!"

Lin Yunlong began to arrange.

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Lt; some things didn't think about it. Life or death, this is a problem. Gt;