The Holy Lord burst out with his own cultivation, raised his claws and hit Zhao Yun. At first, the two were evenly matched, but as the Holy Lord's attack speed became faster and faster, Zhao Yun began to slowly retreat. "Shadow Field!" Bang! The powerful aura spread out from the Holy Lord to the surroundings, and everything around him seemed to be trapped in a chaotic darkness at this moment. The Holy Lord, who was still in front of Zhao Yun in the last second, appeared somewhere else in the next moment. "Let me see." "Is your gun faster, or my shadow faster!" The Holy Lord, who could still capture the trace, disappeared in an instant. At this moment, he was in the shadow with a smile on his lips. Just this move alone, I don't know how many strong people can't hold on. They are not so strong that they can predict where they will appear. Even the monsters with strong physical fitness can't withstand a few attacks from him.
He can't stop a human in three rounds! Boom! The black claws collided tightly with the silver dragon spear. Zhao Yun took advantage of the situation and swung the spear to throw away the stone, then thrust the spear forward, and a silver dragon came out of the spear! When the silver dragon was about to hit the stone, he grabbed it with force, and then caught the silver dragon in front of Zhao Yun and crushed it! The Holy Lord frowned and looked at Zhao Yun. This guy... was able to catch his attack, and reacted so quickly. How could there be such a powerful person in Jiuzhou, but how could his cultivation be only at the emperor level. "Let me see how powerful you are." The Holy Lord disappeared in the darkness again, but when he appeared again! Boom! Another silver dragon rushed towards him! When he disappeared in the darkness again! Boom! Another silver dragon rushed towards him! After several rounds, the Holy Lord's movements became faster and faster, but no matter how he increased his speed, Zhao Yun seemed to have opened his eyes and could always catch him. Bang! When the Holy Lord appeared beside Zhao Yun at almost the fastest speed, the Silver Dragon Spear blocked his attack again. Stab! When the Holy Lord thought that Zhao Yun was going to release another silver dragon to rush towards him, he slowly lifted himself up with the spear, and then swung it hard to knock him far away.
Boom! The Holy Lord retreated heavily, and he felt a bit of pain in his chest. He slowly lowered his head and touched the scar on his chest. "You can hurt me, even if you die, it's worth bragging about." The Holy Lord twisted his neck, making a sound of bones ringing, and his eyes became redder than before, and his eyes were extremely serious. "You are an opponent worthy of my seriousness." "Cherish the rest of your life." Zhao Yun said nothing but waited quietly, as if nothing could cause his inner emotions to fluctuate. Looking at the Holy Lord rushing up, he clenched the Silver Dragon Spear in his hand and rushed forward. Almost all the warriors were dealing with various strong men, and the emperor-level strong men in Jiuzhou were basically one against two. Because their top masters were too few compared to the alien races in the heavens. Ying Chengfeng was hovering in the air at this moment, and his huge wings gave people a sense of horror. Xu Yan and others were busy dealing with other strong men, but Ying Chengfeng himself could feel that they were always staring at him. As long as he made a serious move, someone would appear to stop him immediately. One after another magical power attacked Ying Chengfeng, but it was completely a fantasy for them to want to hurt him. "Where did Su Chen go." "Why haven't I seen him now." Ying Chengfeng frowned. He hadn't seen Su Chen from beginning to end. It shouldn't be, at this time, could he have any other conspiracy? When Ying Chengfeng was still distracted, his eyes saw a familiar figure. Jiaojiao......