"Calm down, gentlemen."

At this time, Wang Lian suddenly roared, waved his sword and pointed to the bushel statue, and drank: "Now, if we want to live, the only way is to defeat the bushel statue in front of us."There is only one way to die.Better to fight with it.“Gentlemen, would you want to fight with me?”

The monks who were present, heard this of Wang Lian, and this was a little calmer.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally Qi Qi gritted his teeth and said, “Fleeing is dead, beating is also death.”If so, it is better to fight a war, there may be a glimmer of life.Brother Wang Lian, I will wait for you to follow this bushel.

Although this head of the stone statue, incomparably powerful, almost invincible.

However, people understand that they have no choice but to fight to the death.

"Well, if that's the case, let's fight this bunny stone to death."

Wang Yan’s eyes were covered with blood, a wave of a rusty iron sword in his hand, and the real element of terror was constantly injected into the sword: “In general, the head is the weakest place of all living beings.Let's attack his head together."

When Wang Lian finished, he drank loudly, and the sword suddenly stabbed out, and a sword suddenly spewing out like a long dragon.

The long dragon, tearing the void, bombarded the head of the bushel.

“The attack!”

The people who were present, without hesitation, did not hesitate, and exerted their porous spirit, sending out a terrible spirit and attacking the head of the statue of the bush.

Blow up!

Blow up!

Blow up!

This time, everyone did their best.Countless forces, united, fell on the head of the bushel.

This power, as you can imagine.

Indeed, the huge body of the bungalow stone, all under these forces, trembled hard.

Unfortunately, the people's attack still did not hurt the statue of the Buddha, but it only shook its body.

"It still failed, this bushel, can not be destroyed at all."We’re going to die, and we’re going to die here.”

When people saw this scene, they were desperate.

“Don’t give up, come again.I still can't believe that so many of us can't do this stone statue.Killed!”

The king roared with a sigh of anger, and his right hand waved, and suddenly put away the rusty sword.Then he took the sword and gave it out.

He poured a lot of blood into the sword.Then, waving the sword, he attacked the statue of the bush.

“Continue to attack!”

The other practitioners who are still alive also roared and exhibited their cards.The power of countless horrors, like a waterfall, pours out toward the bunny stone statue.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Countless terrifying forces fell on the body of the bungalow stone statue and exploded on the bunny stone statue.The sound of a storm broke out.

The whole cave is constantly trembling.

The power of the people is enough to make the mountains collapse and the river to hang.This cave has not collapsed, and it can be seen that the cave should be protected by a large array or prohibition.

But even with the protection of large formations or prohibitions, this cave is still trembling under the power of everyone's terror.

Oh, hey!

The huge body of the porch stone actually fell off a layer of lime.

This time, the people attacked, as if they had hurt the bushel.

Seeing this scene, everyone was happy: "Everyone is working hard again, this bushel statue does not seem invincible."As long as we defeat it, we can get out of this damn place."

“A bunch of ants, it’s really noise!”

Then, in the mouth of the stone, there was a roar of anger.

The next moment, I saw that it suddenly opened a stone mouth and opened it very wide.Then he closed his mouth again.

Finally, open up again.

But this time, his mouth was full of noise.

This roar is like hundreds of thousands of ghosts crying, as if the god of war is beating the drums.Under the roar, it is as if the earth is to be broken into the earth.

Rumble!

The whole cave, under this huge roar, suddenly trembled, as if it were about to collapse.

And all the people present were in pain.

Some are weak, even vomiting blood.There are also several of the weakest occults, which are directly bleeding from seven holes and fell to the ground.

“This scream...”

Wang Lian was shocked by this roar, only to feel that the five internal organs and his internal organs were almost shattered.He put his ears on his ears and held his hearing.

His fifth undefeated side is also no better.

The fifth undefeated face became very pale in an instant.After hearing this voice, it was like the silence of the king, and the dead covered his ears.

The roar...

This scream continues.

After a cup of tea, the roar stopped.

Wang was relieved at a moment, only to feel as if it were the rest of his life.

The fifth undefeated side also has a sense of escape from death.

However, other repairs are not so good luck.At least half of the occult, by this roar, to the alive to shock death.

Every dead occult is seven holes bleeding, and the death is terrible.

And the other part, the escalator that survived, the situation is not very good.Each of them was seriously injured and looked like a terrible person.

“What a great sound!”

Seeing this scene, Wang Yan's face suddenly became as gloomy as water.

There are thousands of thousands of things in this world, almost innumerable.The occult is also divided into many types.For example, defensive occult, attack occult, esoteutical esotestaus, and so on.

Sound wave occult, also known as sound wave occult.It is a special kind of voice to attack the enemy.

The sound wave can not only cause harm to the human body, but also cause great harm to the soul of people, which is a very terrible occult.

The roar of this bunny stone is a terrible sound wave.

Having suffered this Boeing Boltong, Wang's body was also damaged.

But he didn’t have time to rest.He must quickly solve the statue of the bungalow in front of him, or everyone will die.

He saw him drink coldly, poured more blood into the beheading of the sword, waved the sword, and suddenly cut the statue of the bush.

"The cut of the sword with the light shock thunder sword!"

The sword of terror gushes out from above the beheading of the sword.The sword is like a dragon, the sword is like a rainbow, it is like being in hell, to cut off the endless hell to a sword.

The occult who was alive at the scene, and seeing the king's silence make such a terrible blow, they could not help but look at their eyes and suffocate them.

"What a terrible sword, is this the real strength of the king's silent brother?"

"Brother Wang, no, Wang Lian's predecessors are very strong."We are not worth a lot compared to him.Such a terrible sword, perhaps can defeat the bushel statue."

The men, they all held their breath.