Chapter 775

Yi Heng yelled "death" fiercely, and the hollow air in the hall suddenly solidified.

More than 300 friars straightened up, stretched their necks, glared at their eyes and tensed all over. It seemed that they had already felt the real sense of killing from the throne.

The friar of a different race, whose upper body was naked and swarthy, was shocked slightly, but then he raised his head and said in a fierce voice: "death? Who dares to kill me? "

"Why didn't Yi dare?"

"Why don't you try? As long as you wait for the family behind you and are not afraid of our revenge, just try! "

When Yi Heng's eyes were fixed, Kong Yanxing and others were in a dilemma. Although it was a flash, it could not escape his eyes.

Beside the fat man, his huge body was slightly stiff, including Zhuge Wushuang, and his face was hesitant.

Only Chen Shoutian and poisonous snake kept their faces unchanged, staring at the foreign friars below, holding up their hands and ready to hand at any time.

"Ha ha, how are you? If you have nothing else to do, I will not accompany you any more. Goodbye Seeing his ugly face, the friar of soul surname laughed and turned to walk towards the hall door.

The other six friars also sneered at the seven who walked away with him.

One breath, two steps, three Zhang.

The oppressive atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little strange.

"Ha ha, but that's all. I'll take over our ancestral star with the help of my ancestors' Yu Yin. When the Yu Yin is gone, it's time to return our ancestral star. Then..."

While walking, the soul monk held his breath. When he found that there was no movement behind him, and the door of the hall was close to him, he couldn't help laughing.

More than three hundred monks suddenly left the seven and moved to the throne.

Yi Heng's mouth is slightly picked. The foreign friars think they are used to domineering over the seven stars. No wonder they can't tolerate any disrespect when they come here.

But they say that the human friars rely on the shadow of their ancestors. Is it true that the influence of the human friars has fallen behind in today's Yimen?

If the power of the Terran friars falls behind, they will have to deal with them after they return to Xun Xing. In this case, why should these people stay?

Another breath, another two steps, the seven people are only four or five feet away from the hall door. The next breath, they can walk out of the hall with strange atmosphere.

Among the Qin family friars, Qin Shengtian and Li Sixian looked at each other secretly, and they could see the disappointment and gloom in each other's eyes.

There was a schadenfreude expression on the friars' faces of the Zhou family, but what was hidden in the expression was also a gloomy color.

Chen Shoutian suddenly turned back and asked in a low voice, "elder martial brother?"

The Viper also turned his head, his eyes were questioning, and his whole body was breathing faintly.

Kong Yanxing and his party hesitated and were in a dilemma. The fat man's huge body seemed to emit the light of Buddhism. Zhuge's tiny hand slightly pinched the finger formula.

But Yi Heng raised his right hand to stop Chen Shoutian, and at the same time stopped the crowd with his eyes.

Chen Shoutian and others can't help sighing to themselves.

In the hall, more than 300 monks were relieved, but they could not hide the disappointment in their eyes.

"Ha ha! Heaven and earth are really cowards. What they can't accomplish will be done by us. It's easy to kill, to change the world, to supervise the envoys. Ha ha, that's all

In a twinkling, the seven had already arrived at the gate of the hall, and they could take another step to fly.

Just as the people sitting in the middle of the main hall were unwilling to close their eyes, Chen Shoutian and the poisonous snake suddenly felt a twinkle in their eyes, and the figure sitting on the throne disappeared.

Two people heart suddenly shrink tight, make an effort to turn a head to see toward the hall door.

At the same time, there are seven people of different races who have a dazzle in their eyes.

Outside the hall stood a monk in green, holding both hands, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Elder martial brother..."

Zhuge Wushuang cried in a low voice after he found that the figure on the throne had disappeared.

In the hall, more than 300 monks suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the door. When they saw the man outside, their pupils could not help contracting slightly.

Under the man's smile, there were different expressions on the people's faces.

"Yi said that Xun star may be in a critical moment. Maybe in order to resist the invasion of the spirit eaters, you are seizing all the time and strength. Do you want to shrink here?"

The friar of soul surname was in front of him. When he asked, he stepped slightly. In an instant, he lined up with the six people behind him.

His face was dark and fierce, and his breath exploded instantly. He roared: "he's the only one! Kill with all your strength

"Ha ha, one dare to stop us..."

"Or is he the only one who frightens the monks with words? Kill him

...

"ha ha!" Yi Heng's skin laughs dryly, as if he doesn't care about the rising breath of the seven people in front of him.

He seems to be very relaxed, but in fact, the huge youth in Zifu has been ready for a long time.The young man's face, like substance, was extremely serious and cautious. His hands and fingers stirred at a high speed, and the phantoms danced with his fingers.

On the body of twelve feet, a gray force of soul, like flowing water, constantly converges from everywhere to the arms, and then flows along the left arm to the palm of the hand.

At this time, Chen Shoutian turned his head only a moment away. The breath of seven foreign monks at the entrance of the hall suddenly blew into the hall like a strong wind, and his straight waist was slightly bent.

People in the hall felt the breath of the explosion of mana, and they also operated the mana resistance, but the dozens of monks who were four or five feet away from the door of the hall also inevitably fell.

Chen Shoutian and the snake look at each other, clench their teeth, and use their mana. The breath of Yuanying explodes instantly.

In his huge eyes, the fat man's eyes were extremely contradictory, but he suddenly stamped his feet and made a "boom" sound. The whole step collapsed in an instant, and his huge hand like a stone rose in the flying dust.

Zhuge unparalleled to see the dust filled, beautiful eyes a joy, left hand a Yang, hand array plate instantly disappeared.

Suddenly, the tall Xianyang palace was shaking, and the earth under his feet was shaking.

Yi Heng snorted coldly.

Squinting away, a burst of air rushed in three or four feet away.

The void between him and the seven men was like being torn apart, making a harsh "hissing" sound.

The friar with his bare upper body went from far to near. The big iron fist of the sea bowl became bigger and bigger in his eyes. Before he got close, a force of pressure came out of thin air, and he felt it difficult to turn his eyes.

The Friar's eyebrows were wrinkled tightly, his lips were silent, and he opened and closed in a hurry. He quickly pinched his fingers with his hands. In a moment, his piercing eyes shot at his forehead.

Black and white monks seem to have been cooperating for a long time. They look at each other, and their left hand is stretched out. On the palm of their hand, the word "heaven and earth" appears in an instant.

As soon as the word appeared, it turned into a sharp sword.

...

seven people can't move in a blink of an eye, but in the main hall, more than 300 monks can see clearly, their pupils contract instantly, and their hearts can't help tightening slightly.

"Heaven and Earth Shock gen, leave kanduxun, ha ha, gather here!" Yi Heng looks at the attack of seven people, in the heart secretly reads a.

In the purple mansion, the body of a young man 12 Zhang in size has become illusory at this time. The gray soul power gathered from all parts of the body is twisted into seven solid gray soul power in the left hand.

On Zhang Da's left palm, the mysterious eight trigrams wheel rotates.

The young man's huge face was very serious, even a little alarmed.

One hit points.

Winners live, losers die.

Although it was only in a flash, it was no less than any life and death struggle he had experienced.

At the same time, none of the seven top friars of the same level who attack with all their strength can be sure to kill one of them.

Of course he didn't.

It's just that the situation does not allow him to show weakness or give in.

Once these seven people are allowed to leave, will not the remaining three hundred monks follow suit?

Today's grand meeting, not to mention achieving the expected goal, may be the funeral of Yi Hengyi.

The seven men's killing moves have been made, and they will arrive in a flash.

But his hands were still behind him. Although his face was serious, his eyes did not change and his eyelids did not blink.

In the main hall, more than 300 monks seemed to be shocked by his calm appearance. They stopped breathing in a moment, clenched their hands and didn't know it.

In the purple mansion, with the young man's broad lips closed and closed, seven five or six foot thick and incomparable soul power suddenly rushed into the eight trigrams plate.

Three feet above the heart of my left hand, the eight trigrams disk suddenly blooms white light, illuminating the whole purple mansion space.

The young man's closed eyes suddenly opened.

"Dry for the day, the day line health, invincible, all things are destroyed!" The plump and slightly illusory lips read in an urgent voice.

Heart read a move, eight trigrams on the plate instantly appear seven Zhang big "dry" word.

The big hand like a fan suddenly waved towards the purple mansion, and the seven words "Qian" rushed out of the purple mansion in an instant.

Purple house to restore the gray color, baguapan slowly stopped, young eyes staring at the purple house.

"Boom!"

Before the shadow came, the sound of fist breaking through the void was heard.

Under the pressure of seven people's breath, Yi Heng bowed slightly, but at this time, he saw his fist strike, inhaled suddenly, straightened up his waist and roared: "death!"

In the main hall, the eyes of more than 300 monks immediately closed. From the way that the monk's fist broke through the void, his training formula was infinitely close to five levels.

This kind of power, if you let it get close to you, I'm afraid it will be exploded in an instant.

Chen Shoutian's body was already in the air. A flying sword stabbed at the short monk's vest.

But he understood that when the flying sword stabbed, it was also the time when the fist hit the elder martial brother's face.

However, although he was very anxious, he could not solve the problem.The flying sword is followed by two golden rays, which are hard to catch.

The snake's white face showed a trace of flush, his left hand stretched out from his sleeve, and his right sleeve was still empty and floating in the wind.

Above the flying sword and the golden light, two giant palms, four or five feet in size, with the power of Buddha's light, pressed toward the place where the seven stood.

A round array disk emits mysterious light. It follows the giant palm and becomes bigger and bigger under the cover of the giant palm print.

"You dare, wild Eagle!" With a scream, the eagle cut through the oppressive air in the hall and spread out for forty or fifty miles.

More than three hundred monks are all in their infancy, which can be understood in their divine sense.

Just in a moment, the fist will hit his serious and calm face, and the six attacks immediately after the fist will cut through the void and hit him everywhere.

At the same time, the flying sword will pierce into the naked monk's vest, and two golden rays will touch the other two people. The huge palm print will be on the seven people without any suspense, and the array will start, and the array will be suddenly born.

Life and death are between breathing and breathing.