But their heads have been shaken to pieces!
Five people eyes dim propped up.
Middle-aged monks never touched them, but they were shocked to death by three Sanskrit voices!
And only the sword repair turned pale and his eyes were filled with horror.
Three Sanskrit voices hit him. Then the vision has been shaking and may collapse at any time!
He has been a monk for more than 200 years, and the number of wars can be regarded as a genius of cutting the sword of heaven.
But he has never seen such a way of fighting.
There is no psychic fluctuation in the body
It’s the sound that can shake his vision!
In other words, if there is no vision to protect these three Sanskrit shocks, even if he does not die, I am afraid he will be seriously injured!
For a moment, the middle-aged monk came near and opened his mouth again!
"hey!"
The fourth Sanskrit!
At the same time, the fourth Sanskrit arrival instant middle-aged monk brazenly hit the then vision with a huge fist!
Click!
All seven swords are broken!
Then the remaining real people saw their teeth sour and their faces shocked.
Where have people seen such power?
Then vision is the most powerful means of then reality.
Even the top psionics are not necessarily able to compete.
And now everyone has seen a vision that someone’s flesh and blood hard shakes then!
The most terrible thing is to cut the sky with seven swords. This man’s Sanskrit and fist are as vulnerable as a native tile dog!
Poof!
Then vision fracture only this Jian Xiu was shocked and spit out a big mouthful of blood.
The middle-aged monk didn’t give him a chance to stride. The man stretched out his finger gently at his throat.
Click!
The man’s throat bone was broken and he died on the spot!
Jun jun was scared silly after his royal defense.
He really didn’t expect that one of the ten then real people could not stop the middle-aged monk for a moment!
The whole process is long, but it’s actually only three breaths.
Before Jun Yu could react, the middle-aged monk had already killed him!
At this time, even Gusuqi and Tianchen, two Yuan Ying Zhenjun, who want to deliver, can’t come.
"Dare!"
Seeing this scene from the corner of your eye, Tianchen Zhenjun can’t help but look bigger and have a drink.
"Bald donkey, if you dare to hurt his life, you will die today!"
Gu su qi Han Dao
Chapter five hundred and ninety-nine What does he want?
In an instant, Jun Yu was scared out of his wits!
"ah!"
Xian Junyu drew a sword with cold light flashing from the bag, and the spirit surged wildly and stabbed the middle-aged monk’s head hard!
At the same time, Jun Yu tore up a protective symbol in the palm of his left hand.
Wow!
There is an indestructible mask condensed by the golden light around Jun Yu.
Looking at the sword, the middle-aged monk doesn’t hide or avoid flicking his fingers.
Fingertip sword ridge collision
When!
The sword in Xian Junyu’s hand was broken by a middle-aged monk!
You can’t hold the sword and get rid of it directly.
Then he felt that the flower in front of him had lost the figure of a middle-aged monk
The middle-aged monk broke his sword in others’ eyes, and then a progress went around behind Si Junyu.
Middle-aged monks move too smoothly
