God of Fishing

Until now, the more Han Fei feels: if he is not born well, he must be highly talented. Of course, there are advantages, but there is often no certainty on the part of those who have come to this day on their own…

Yue XII is not from Qianxingcheng. Which village is it? Yes, in the village, not in the town, somewhat like Qingqing.

Yue XII was rather stunned and reckless. Han Fei can tell from seeing him fight once.

Want to win? You have to be reckless.

This is different from the attitude towards those in Qianxingcheng. Han Fei felt that people like Yue XII, though hidden, were already exposed, not so heavy, so deeply thought.

At this moment.

Only two small dots can be seen from the ground above the kilometre altitude. Naturally envious for these ordinary people and children on the ground. They also think that one day they will be able to stand on this void and scold the wind...

After all, they've heard too many stories about the outside.

For example, what are the creatures of the sea… what are the true islands of the sky? How colorful is life out there?

However, Korea and Africa are the most cognitively advanced. Plus, he did an exaggerated act. Hence, Han Fei has long received the true blessings of these ordinary people. Psychologically, these people are more willing to win than win.

Some of the more than 300 people, some sitting in their own houses at the moment, some standing in secluded fields, some beside ordinary people.

Because they know how horrible the fighting between the strong is! Prior to coming in here, these people thought that they had a chance to get a fixed chart as long as they came in. They thought they were going to kill it, too, called a dark, dark, bloody river.

Back then, the empty island, the ground was about to be smashed. Now, it's just the way it was rebuilt and recovered.

Ultimately, however, they find that there is no chance, there is no chance.

Heaven.

Han Fei laughed: “Twelve, we didn't fight in Hanging Sky Falls. I didn't expect to fight here! Now that you're here, let's have a good fight. ”

Yue XII nodded with a smile: "Okay! ”

At the end of the speech, Yue XII's armor box slowly unfolded.

In the ancient battlefield, he saw the strength of Korea and Africa. Faster than him, the outburst seemed stronger than itself, let alone physically.

If none of this compares to Han Fei, then there is only endurance.

Yue XII intends to work hard. Why doesn't Han feel that way?

Fist marks don't work, at least not from the beginning. Because once they do, Yue XII is likely to be bombed.

There's another situation that's even scarier! Once you use it, if you don't kill Yue XII, you're in danger. After all, Yue XII is a soldier's division. If there are hundreds of shields out there, can we blow up the boxing stamp? It's also a problem.

Secondly, one of the reasons he didn't want to use his body fist prints was because he didn't know what grade Yue XII's gifted soul beast - the Immortal Golden Fist - belonged to. If you can't beat him to death, why don't you use it?

Instead of the line of nothingness, it is out of respect for Yue XII!

But if it were, Han Fei would still use the line of nothingness. Because it must be a chart. He must have it!

“Brush!”

“Duh!”

Han Fei flashed, Yue XII soldier's armor box had a raging knife.

Han Fei certainly won't look down on this knife. After all, this is a demigod, and Yue XII has a habit of self-destructing demigods.

“Magic. ”

“Boom!”

The fist prints burst out, above the dome, and the golden light shined.

“Boom! ”

Han is silent: the first knife, you explode! Together, your demigod is endless, isn't it?

Han Fei was shocked.

However, the demigod self-destruct can no longer hurt him. Semi-divine self-destruct can also hurt oneself if it is before understanding the invincible mind. At this moment, it's impossible, only a few scratches and scratches. Can that be a wound?

“Boom, boom! ”

The fist print sounded, because Han Fei saw Yue XII's armor box, and the demigod soldiers came out with hundreds of handles. On each handle there is a faint red light.

Han Fei recognized this feeling, which was the kind of recklessness, or bravery, during Yue XII's battle.

Han Fei grinned: “Twelve, you can't beat me by blowing yourself up with a demigod. Are you sure you want to break so many weapons? ”

Han Fei probably has speculation: it must be Yue XII on the upper ancient battlefield, and also found somewhere... there are a lot of demigods inside.

Semi-divine soldiers are not worth mentioning compared to charting. It doesn't matter if the whole thing runs out. That should be Yue XII's real idea.

“Brush, brush! ”

Han Fei is in the middle of the sky, flashing wildly, shadowy. All he has to do is fix this guy up in the melee.

Fist marks like dragons, raging madness.

At these speeds, the Sword Flow of the Armor Division can't even attack itself. Almost between interest rates, Han Fei is close.

“Buzz!”

Only Yue XII was seen pulling out a god soldier again.

Han's eyes shrink slightly: at least more weapons than Chinese soldiers can seriously threaten themselves.

Han Fei drank: “Nine Palace Dragon Seal! ”

The dragon bark, the Kowloon bark under Korean African pressure, can now produce the greatest power, about 10 waves of gravity.

However, Yue XII suddenly sprayed a breath of blood and the blood burned. On that stick, the power is clear, even the void is hidden and distorted.

“Boom boom! ”

The clouds were emptied, the madness was raging, and the power of terror came down from the sky. And the strong ones, who were already ready, drank and lifted up to protect the shock wave.

Otherwise, these ordinary people cannot live at all.

Below, those ordinary people, they can't actually see anything, they can see the golden light shining in the sky. The visible ripples swept from the sky to the ground, holding their breath. Be sure to go out and perhaps gain that power yourself.

Above the sky.

Han Fei and Yue XII flew out simultaneously. With a blow from the frontal bar, nearly 10 waves of terror force, the gold imprint in Han Fei's hand exploded directly and could not bear it.

And the moment Han Fei flied out, Hundred soldiers broke through the air.

“Boom... Boom... Boom..."

Hundreds of soldiers blew themselves up and a wave of terror swept over the empty island. Houses and fields that are not protected by their owners are directly crumbled. There were boulders, all crushed into scum.

Yue twelve people sprayed blood and a golden dragon appeared behind him. The wound was recovering rapidly.

Han was not in the midst of a hundred soldiers' self-explosion, and he could not see a human figure at all.

Below, Yang Evil's face is clotted: “Is this power, the spirit and energy of the little brother enough? ”

Jiang Tiao's face is also heavy; “Rationally, it should not be enough. As long as Korea does not resist, it needs to consume a lot of spirituality and energy. However, the road to invincibility is far more than that. Wouldn't Han Fei be the first to walk to a suspended island? ”

And the ordinary people who are protected by the powerful simply can't believe the power of this horror. A child saw his house, turned into powder in the blink of an eye, and cried rarely.

“Dad, the house is gone. ”

“Mom, our house collapsed. ”

Adults consoled: "Baby, we're leaving in a few days, don't cry. Remember this scene, this is the world of the strong. In the future, you will also be strong, and you will stand at this altitude. ”

Yu Wei dissipated.

In the wave of explosions, a golden man appeared, his feet were empty, his hair was scattered, and yet that momentum remained undiminished.

Yue XII grinned and exclaimed: “You're strong! ”

“Brush, brush! ”

Han Fei went wild again. Golden light fistprints blast through the void, half-sky fire, sound explosions, huge fistprints span half the sky.

“Ho!”

Golden dragon, floating. Yue XII rushed to the front, and the soldier in his hand emitted a brilliant and shining light.

“Boom! ”

Without the trick of whistling, it's tough. Han Fei punched more than 30 times in a row to withstand Yue XII's deadly burst of burning. The demigod weapon almost hit him.

Han Fei gasped and grinned: “Twelve, can you hold on? ”

Yue XII answered very simply: "Yes! ”

Han Fei grins: Qian Kun sword is not refined and can only grieve with snow.

“Draw the sword! ”

The heavens and the earth are lit with white light. Below, everyone immediately drank: “Not good, do your best, use secret methods, block. ”

And above the heavenly dome, Yue XII was drinking: "Blast! ”

Unexpectedly, Han Fei actually blew up the Divine Soldier, and he blew it under his spell: Can you stop the sadness of the snow?

“Boo-hoo! ”

After exploding, the soldier was finally torn apart by the sadness of snow. However, it also greatly reduces the sad attack power of snow. After all, Han Fei is not able to play all the power of the sadness of snow.

Yee XII is like Cao Jia. Cao Jia was doing his best with Han Fei Boom, Yue XII's life was with Han Fei Boom.

“Boom!”

In the armor box, a great shield flew out.

“Boo ~ ~ ~"

The aftertaste is constant.

However, the inferior soldiers, of insufficient rank, can barely stop the remaining power of the sadness of the snow.

“Rub! ”

Yue XII's second inferior divine soldier collapsed. In the blink of an eye, he bled like a meteor, smashing the whole person to the edge of a suspended island.

“Boom! ”

The ground was vibrating and a crack ran through more than 30 miles. And Yue twelve and a half kneeling, kneeling in a great pit.

However, the golden roar. Yue XII was covered in blood and burned all over his body, seemingly trying to make the last blow.

Someone was angry, “Is he crazy? ”

Someone was appalled: "This will kill you! Why are you spelling it like this? ”

Jiang Chaohee shushed: “With such horrible power, he can withstand it. His gifted soul beast, isn't it? ”

Yang Evil swallowed his mouth and spit: “Now I confirm that the people who came this time are really strong. ”

Han Fei mouth spilled blood, seeing this scene, had to exclaim that this guy was a real head iron. If we win, what do we do? Can you still take someone else's luck?

At this time, however, Han is not naturally able to retreat. But he stepped on the void and the Great Gathering Spirit Array emerged. In a flash, the fire descended and instantly burned down Korea and Africa.

Han Fei's energy is empty. Eating spiritual fruits is not so fast, and he has plenty of spiritual energy, so he needs strength from the day - the fierce sun.

At this point, he doesn't care if anyone finds Tae Ni, as long as they can win, they can see.

Jiang Tiao shocked: “The day brings the sun! No, Han Fei, stop. ”

Yang Evil has flown to the sky, but is blocked by Nintendo.

Yang Wei; “Senior. ”

Nintenfly shook his head: “This kid is tough on himself! But it's okay. It's nothing but the energy of the fierce sun. ”

Yang Evil said nothing: What the hell is this?

However, only for three breaths, the light column disappeared, Han did not bathe the whole person in the flame, the skin cracked, but he did not care.

Yue XII dares to play with his life. Is he afraid of Han?

At that moment, in the pit, there was a golden dragon. This is Yue XII's final hit. Again, he's stuck.

“Give me a break. ”

Han Fei roared, invincible fistprints don't want to burst out like money, the sky blows open, the void is unstable. The mighty hold fast to their places, as long as they guard their children.

Looking at the shadow of the dragon crumbling in the boxing shadow, Nintenfly shook his head slightly: “My heart is too soft! Whether invincible or invincible, the reckless man cannot be stopped as long as they are clutched together. ”

Korean non-asthmatic.

Above the sky, Han Fei glanced at Nintendo: “This is kind of a friend. ”