MTL - Otherworldly Evil Monarch-v6 Chapter 502 Absolutely loud!

Chapter 502 is absolutely ringing!

When Gu Han said that, after a word, he had to make a slap, and his body was soaring, his sword was like a water, he slowly raised it, and he crossed his sword and he did not speak. A loyal spirit, but it is rushing!

In the distance, Mei Xueyan has tears in his eyes, and his heart feels mixed. Qiao Ying only feels that the soul can not be shaken by himself. The tears have already blurred his eyes, and his body is shaking. In the vagueness, he feels that something is extremely important to himself. He is slowly leaving himself. For a time, he is sad. On the heart, the liver and intestines are broken...

The ancient cold suddenly screamed and shouted, and the whistle sounded like a golden stone, and the ancient times were constant, and there was no rest.

The whistling sound did not fall, the ancient sword in the hands of the cold trembling, issued a sound of dragons and tigers, the general swords and swords, the vastness of the sword light rises, the ancient cold has smashed into the interracial team!

Instead of waiting for the enemy, instead take the lead!

After a lifetime of three thousand years, a sword has been a million division! A thousand years old, a sword broke the ancient and modern!

The last glory of the Holy Land, the ancient cold!

Only - ancient cold!

The sword is blazed, the blood is like a waterfall, the head is rolling, and it flows into the river. It seems that from 8630 to 33 years ago, all the way to the present!

At this moment, the ancient cold's combat power was incredibly re-raised back to the peak state, calm and indifferent to the cruel point, in the alien army, like a smashing slash, the **** rain and the splattering The screams of the sounds seem to be the most tragic and last elegy of the three holy places at the same time.

I only know the offense, no defense!

Over there, the aliens removed the other six sacred masters outside of Shangbei Island. I don’t know when three people have arrived here, and with all the fighting power, they are encircling the ancient cold!

The ancient cold is not afraid, and he does not care about it. He recovers from the peak state. One person and one sword, in the siege of more than a thousand people, he is able to move forward and retreat freely.

Numerous swords were drawn from him, and some were shattered by him on the spot. Even the master of the sword was killed by his mysteriousness. Some of them were deeper and could save the sword. * His body, but still has to be broken by the thick and mysterious, immediately, even the strong master, the weapon in his hand can draw a deep blood mark on him, but it will immediately be sharply counterattacked...

Although it was surrounded by the army of several times, the ancient cold was completely unconscious, and his eyes were always sharp and calm. After rushing for a while, he always turned around and returned to the position to hold the passage. It’s like still holding, the glory of the Holy Land!

Then I rushed out again and killed a big one.

Go back and rush out!

So back and forth, the cycle is endless!

At this moment, the ancient cold is like a killing machine that doesn't know tired at all. At any moment, you can accurately exert your strongest strength and give the enemy the most severe blow! So back and forth, within half an hour, it has been repeated twenty times!

Every time, it is a sea of ​​blood, and there are countless aliens' lives falling at the foot of the ancient cold!

The ancient cold screamed and laughed. In the whole life, the two worlds were human beings. They have never been so indulgent. In the last moments of this life, he has to try his best to be willful!

His pupil has been enlarged, and all that is reflected is the killing pleasure! Those memories that have been around for a long time belong to the predecessors, belong to the present world, belong to Wushan Yun, belong to the ancient cold...

In such endless killings, all the colors have been lost between heaven and earth, and all the voices have been lost. Only the fragments of the ancient cold two people are obsessed and silently played back in his mind... ...

Every piece is so clear!

In the past, I joined the Holy Land with the supreme, and I saw thousands of years of resistance to the glory of the aliens in the world, the names of those predecessors, the glorious years, the pride of myself, pride, because of me. Belong to the Holy Land...

Who has done it in Wannian? Seniors are tempted to climb again!

Glorious past? Has glory passed? In the heart of the ancient cold, these two words surged, and suddenly there was a pain in the heart. I couldn’t help but scream: "Glory passed? Is glory gone? Has it passed? Has it passed?!"

"Will there be a mistake, can you ignore the past efforts? Have you ever made achievements? Is it? Is it?! The merits can't cover up the mistakes, but can the mistakes kill the achievements?! Is it??"

He roared in the sky and seemed to be blaming the silent sky!

"Is the Holy Land a shame? Is it?! Ten thousand years of sacrifice, 10,000 years of sacrifice! Ten thousand years! Ten thousand years!" The ancient cold screams, screams, must be flying, blood and tears!

Numerous alien limbs were disintegrated in front of him, but he was still madly screaming: "Error! Wrong! Make up with all our lives! Can you? Can you?"

A big spin, a loud scream, the fierce strength swept a few dozen feet in the square, centered on the ancient body of the cold, countless aliens fluttered out of the wolf!

"While it is wrong! We are also worthy of the world!" Gu Han screamed: "While it is wrong! We are worthy of this continent! Innocent! Innocent! Innocent!!!"

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For a long time, the body of the aliens has formed a hill, and this hill has a tendency to grow gradually! The ancient body of the icy body of the ancient cold, standing on the top of the hill, stepping on this veritable 'the bone of the bones', his eyes are like watching the dead body, looking at the aliens in front of only six or seven hundred Master!

Under him, more than a thousand interracial masters have been buried!

The result is certainly brilliant, but the situation of the ancient cold is not very optimistic, even if it is not the end of the mountain, but it is also close to the edge of the oil, the left hand has been cut off shoulders, on the lower abdomen, a broken sword shines That is a masterpiece of a heterogeneous holy prince. As for the holy prince who caused this result, the ancient cold will not be treated badly. At the beginning of the sword, the ancient cold will be strangled by the sharpest counterattack, and the spirit will be destroyed. Never ever!

The reinforcements from the days of punishment have come to the forefront. How can they bear to watch the ancient cold alone? I have to come up with support several times, but I have been screamed by the ancient cold!

If it is allowed to participate in the war, the ancient cold must be able to retreat from the whole body, what is seriously injured, even if it is a broken arm is not a problem, as long as dragging over a month, dragging back to the invalid time limit of Tiandan, and then how serious the injury, Taking the ancient cold to regain the strength of the peak, and achieve higher achievements in the future, is not a delusion!

Even if there is no warrior to participate in the war, with the ability of the ancient cold, as long as he wants to go, this battlefield, no one can still stop!

However, these are no longer considered in the cold...

"This is a battle that belongs to the Holy Land! Before the dead people die, no one is allowed to intervene! The old man is still here, the old man is still fighting! The Holy Land is still dead, the Holy Land is still not defeated! Still fighting "The ancient cold looks very anomalous: "If one comes up, I will slash the sword!"

The battle of the ancient cold is no longer for himself, not for killing the enemy, just for the glory of the Holy Land!

He knows that once the only remaining fruit has fallen, the Holy Land has truly become a history and a past. Therefore, the ancient cold insisted on insisting that the limit squeezes every drop of life and every effort to maximize the time for the existence of the Holy Land.

Even a breath of effort.

It is also a holy place in battle! Still fighting!

So he refused anyone's help! Any form of help!

The last battle of the Holy Land, this battle is only a holy place!

The body of the ancient cold has been somewhat shaken, and the line of sight has been blurred.

Manpower is sometimes poor. After all, it is the power of one person. It is a miracle to be able to support thousands of peaks and masters. It is enough to write an immortal legend!

The ancient cold is also clear that he has reached the limit! It may not even be able to stick to the next attack...

In front of me, there are still less than four hundred people in the end!

However, those who can live to the present are undoubtedly masters with considerable strength. These alien masters are all like wolves, staring at him with infinite eyes, expecting him to fall down.

Even if you know that this person is exhausted and the lights are dry, no one dares to try the cold front.

The last moment is here.

"The old man can also kill the enemy!" The ancient cold screamed, still rushing down as usual!

The only remaining more than 300 interracial masters are all peak masters. In an instant, they have already noticed that the ancient cold has really reached the point where the oil is shining. He is still a human being, not a god! The master of the alien tribe has surpassed 1,500 in his life!

A scream, the remnants of the aliens flocked together! The sword lights up at the same time!

Whoever does not want to kill the supreme glory of the first strongest in the Holy Land?

The two sages who participated in this battle of the aliens rushed to the forefront. Under the flash, the two sides had collided with each other!

The entire time space seems to be at this moment, the moment is still!

The two alien sacred sacred swords were stabbed into the cold body without any hindrance. The chest and countless swords greeted him at the same time. The ancient cold never blinked, and the face looked light. Still, just two hands slammed the front chests of the two saints like lightning. Exhausted and shouted: "Jun Moxie! Don't forget the old man's entrustment!"

This voice is sharp to the extreme, as if it can directly rush into the depths of everyone's soul, echoing over the battlefield for a long time!

A loud explosion!

The first master of the Xuan Xuan mainland holy land, ancient cold, suddenly blew!

An unprecedented explosion, like an atomic bomb, an unprecedented powerful shock wave, instantly collapsed the two peaks that Jun Moxie had just stood up!

The only remaining three hundred interracial masters, in this explosion, died more than two hundred, even those who survived by the huge shock wave hydrangea generally unable to fly, far Rolled out.

The two alien sacred princes, because they were caught by the ancient cold, were unable to escape and eventually buried together!

The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent. Everyone’s eyes look at this side at the same time. Everyone's expression is solemn and solemn, with supreme respect!

Jun Mo’s heart was sour, and the tears finally failed to hold back.