Leveling Up And Becoming Undefeatable

“Robo brother, come and save me.”

Tears are like spring gush.

I cried my eyes and filled my face.

at this time.

Little Evil is really like a child, like a child who is helpless and has lost all children.

Crying tears!

In just one minute, the tens of thousands of Dragon Race coalitions were killed by Tyrone alone, and their souls were all stripped out so that they could never reincarnation.

Blood Sea City !

A bloody sea.

The Dead Spirit Emperor phantom in midair absorbs the soul of the dragon warrior insanely.

Tyrone is condescending, proud, arrogant, endless contempt, a kind of expression that despise the world, looking at the only living Little Evil, sneer: “Ha Ha Ha … you are now called ancestors are useless.”

“No one has saved you.”

“Even if Luo Tian arrives, he will die.”

“You have all come, he hasn’t arrived yet, what? Can only show that he is afraid of death, but also that he is very smart, just because of his Culture Base, even the more Divine Skill Martial Technique of Culture is also available to withstand in front of me. a single blow.”

“Ha Ha Ha…”

“I am the first servant of Dead Spirit Emperor. My strength is above Heavenly Profound Continent. You are this group of act recklessly, Ha Ha Ha… all give me a torment in the darkness.”

Laughter is boundless!

Step by step to Little Evil.

Tyrone’s expression was extremely arrogant.

Little Evil didn’t move, the body was shaking, gaze looked at it in a motionless motion, and muttered to himself: “Robo brother, you will definitely come, you will definitely avenge our Dragon Race, you will kill Dead Tyrone.”

“Most definitely!”

The voice fell.

Little Evil suddenly stood up and straight. Gaze tenacious, watching Tyrone step by step, sighed and said: “Ice Dragon skyrocket, Ten Thousand Swords.”

“bang!”

Little Evil’s body is incarnation into Ice Dragon.

The moisture in the air around the body quickly condenses, and finally the Wandao ice sword is formed. As he screamed, the ice sword directly hit.

“Hey, hey, hehe…”

Tyrone didn’t stop, and his face was disdainful. The ice sword was shattered into a powder by his breath one meter away from him. He sneered: “This power is too weak. Too garbage, Heavenly Profound Continent The Dragon Race branch has been dead since today.”

“Although it’s a group of low-level Dragon Races for crawling lizards.”

“But it’s also a very good thing to kill your branch Dragon Race. In Ancient World, your Dragon Race does have some power, but it’s in Ancient World, you can only kill me here. Ha Ha Ha ……”

Tyrone’s expression is very disdainful.

He has entered Ancient World.

He once looked for Ancient World’s Dragon Race, but he hasn’t waited for him to find himself fallen, becoming a slave to Dead Spirit Emperor, and from that day on. His temperament is a change, in order to gain more power. He dedicated his soul to the Dead Spirit Emperor.

Also from that day on.

Tyrone’s Culture Base advanced by leaps and bounds, after returning to Heavenly Palace God Race, began to kill Dragon Race fighters. The more he killed, the stronger he was. The soul of those Dragon Race warriors was dedicated to Dead Spirit Emperor. Get more.

In order to get stronger!

He is desperate. From the beginning, I planned to kill all Dragon Races.

The soul of Dragon Race contains powerful power, which is why he returned to Heavenly Palace God Race.

“Ice Dragon is in the sky, Ten Thousand Swords is in the air.”

Little Evil gritted his teeth and released the Martial Technique again.

There is no use at all.

However, he completely ignored, crazy release, just like madness.

Tyrone was getting closer and closer, watching Little Evil’s helpless look proud laughed, his mouth twitching and sneer: “Death!”

Immediately.

Gaze sinks, Tyrone’s eyebrows wrinkle, gaze stares at Little Evil, and there is a burst of red light. The lightning speed falls in front of Little Evil, a finger moves gently, pointing at Little Evil’s head, sinister Laughed.

Little Evil didn’t move.

He was scared at first, but now he smiles.

It seems that I am not afraid at all.

“Father, I am coming.”

“Karen uncle, I am coming.”

“Allen big brother…”

Little Evil closes his eyes slightly.

At this moment.

The sky suddenly sank.

“hong long! ”

God of Death Killing Dao’s breath rushed straight up, an incomparable gigantic God of Death phantom appeared on the hillside, watching Dead Spirit Emperor phantom in Blood Sea City, God of Death phantom became crazy, in one hand A giant sickle.

Holding a death in one hand.

Gloomy expression, the corner of his mouth is moving, as if singing something.

In an instant.

God of Death phantom flew directly into the sky, and instantly fell into the Blood Sea City, and the huge sickle smashed down.

Tyrone complexion sank.

“courting death !!!”

The cracking of the cracked out, can not help kill Little Evil, and instantly rushed into the city.

Also at this moment.

A black shadow drops from the sky, directly in front of Tyrone, looking at the sly expression of Tyrone, Luo Tian coldly smiled and said: “So what are you rushing to do?”

now.

Luo Tian’s heart is not a trace of fear.

There is no trace of fear.

Some are excited, so that he is excited about the blood, I can’t wait to explode the Tyrone now.

Other bosses are golden light, and the stronger bosses are all golden light. At most, Luo Tian can’t open his eyes, but Tyrone is different. His body is not golden light.

But the purple’s rays of light!

no doubt!

Just like the rays of light from Divine Artifact, what does this mean? This means that Tyrone has absolutely Divine Artifact and may be a treasure of Divine Artifact. How can this make Luo Tian not excited?

“Mysterious God Realm’s boss!”

“Hey!”

“High risk, there is a high return.”

“No matter what, today, I will give you a burst of life!”

Luo Tian grinned excitedly.

“laugh?”

Tyrone squinted at Luo Tian, ​​disdained said: “You are the Luo Tian who killed Black Dragon King and Pluto? That low man? Do you think that the power of your Profound Saint Rank 4 can stop me?”

“What are you counting?”

Ignore.

Tyrone did not put Luo Tian in his eyes.

His current mind is all on the Dead Spirit Emperor phantom in the city, it can’t do anything.

Luo Tian coldly a said with a smile: “What are you doing? Hybrids? Hybrid dog things? Six-winged Golden Dragon? I think it is a six-winged dog.”

“hong long long !”

“hong long long !”

God of Death phantom directly shakes the Dead Spirit Emperor phantom back to the hundred hundred meters, and the speed of absorbing the soul is also slightly slowed down.

Tyrone is furious.

Gaze stared directly at Luo Tian, ​​silhouetted, and Xuan Divine Power released, and a palm slammed, “Give me a little farther.”

The speed is too fast!

Xuan Divine Power is too powerful.

Luo Tian can’t see clearly. One palm hits the chest. The reaction is not over. The whole person flies out directly. The whole body is severely painful. The mind is tight. Secretly thought: “What to do? It is not an opponent.”

“Power, strength…”

“I need more strength!!!”

“Fight!”

“Level 8 Berserk, give me out!!”