Fantasy: Sign in at the beginning of Yanyun Eighteen Riders

I can't sign in myself.

But at this moment, someone refused to accept it and roared.

"Why do good things have to be occupied by your celestial dynasty and holy land.

Ancient things should be shared by those who see them! "

This is an emperor's son of the Fulong Emperor's dynasty, and he is spoiled and spoiled on weekdays.

At this moment, he was dissatisfied and roared angrily.

It was too late for Emperor Fulong behind him to stop him.

The majestic emperor, at this moment, hurriedly got up and begged for mercy.

"The dog is not sensible, seniors forgive me, let's leave now!"

His voice sounded, with a slight tremor.

Being stared at by the strong in the field, the clothes on his body were soaked at this moment.

And at this moment, someone in the crowd spoke again.

"Why does Emperor Fulong do this? People who visit the Holy Land these days are wrong. They think they are superior, and the treasures of the Holy Land have not been unearthed, and they have been appointed by them.

Such an approach is really unacceptable.

What are you waiting for me for! "

Someone fanned the flames and urged everyone to do it together.

Want to get cheap rides.

Lu Yu was extremely nervous, looking forward to the start of the battle.

At that time, you can sign in yourself.

But where to think.

At this moment, Pang Xingdou made a move.

He stood up straight from the ground.

A palm slowly stretched out, a brilliant light flashed on the surface, and it expanded rapidly, covering the sky and the sun.

It seems to turn into the sky, with the bright moon in the palm of your hand, and the stars guarding it, blooming with infinite luster.

Then it fell instantly.

"boom!"

The huge handprints are like the hands of God.

Hold onto Qiankun and smash it in the direction of Emperor Fulong.

"Roar!"

Seeing such a scene, Emperor Fulong, who knew he couldn't escape, let out a roar.

Behind him, an angry dragon rises up, shining golden light.

At the same time, the great emperor himself punched out, trying to resist the handprint.

"Boom!"

The two sides collided, and there was almost no suspense. The dragon was crushed by the stars, and the handprints hit the ground.

Blood mist surged out.

Emperor Fulong and his son were killed directly.

But that Pang Xingdou stood there as if nothing had happened, flicked the corner of his shirt lightly, and said softly.

"Is there anyone else coming!"

The field fell into silence.

Lu Yu looked, the eldest princess of the Ziyin Dynasty still looked indifferent, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

But the woman next to her was full of excitement when she saw her father showing off his power.

By this time, the crowd had gradually quieted down.

The death of Emperor Fulong allowed them to regain their composure.

With his own strength, it is impossible for these powerful people to compete for a hall.

Simply whimsical.

Then, a building rose again, this is the Palace of Beasts, and Haori Tianxiang landed on it without saying a word.

With a spear in hand, he swept across all directions.

The tiger's eyes glowed brightly.

He was full of fighting spirit, and he seemed very hopeful that someone could make trouble.

So that I can kill myself.

But no one came forward. After all, everyone knew about this bloodthirsty name, and no one wanted to die.

At this time, more and more halls rose from the ground.

"Boom!"

With a roar sounded.

A large hall surrounded by strong holy light appeared, it was the Hall of Chuan Gong!

It is said that on the wall, engraved with the holy land for the disciples to build the foundation.

Everyone was completely jealous at this moment.

Even Su Zhe turned his eyes.

But then I didn't pay attention to it, after all, he was using the technique of killing the army, which was different from the sect.

Although the Holy Land technique is powerful, it may not be as effective as the Tiger Ben Jue practiced by his own army.