Master of Unlimited Luck

Then he will be restrained to death...

"No passage!"

He repeated it again.

Yun Yilan stared at Zong Wulian, and shouted, "You are looking for death!!!"

The voice fell.

He didn't struggle, letting Zongwu Lian restrain his arm...

But that arm suddenly turned into a golden color.

Zong Wulian frowned slightly.

White scorched smoke was already spreading on his arm, accompanied by the sound of burning flesh and blood.

But in the blink of an eye...

A stinky smell has spread, and the faces of the disciples who are watching the battle behind them are already showing a gesture of disgust.

Zong Wulian didn't dare to hesitate anymore. This man's strength was far better than that of the young man before. He even cultivated his mind all the year round, and he could use his spiritual power to force his physical body...

As long as it is not a fatal injury, he can recover in a very short time.

By will.

But now, the arm doesn't know what's going on.

The scars on it seem to be suppressed by something, but it is impossible to recover!

He did not dare to delay, the other hand muscles suddenly swelled several times, looking like a deformity...

The big hand that was several times thicker made a fist, and the fist that was really bigger than a sand bowl was raised.

With his fist as the center, a whirlwind condenses...

Condensing all the wind and snow in the radius into a punch, together with the surrounding dry soil and broken wood, sprinted and whirled behind his arm.

Although it was only a punch, the momentum was extremely large, and it almost swallowed all the aura around it!

A fist drove the power of heaven and earth, and went straight towards Yun Yilan.

"roll!"

Yun Yilan's eyes are more angry...

If the younger brother is still there, why do these people need to do it themselves?

As a result, at an important moment when he was about to break through the realm of Yuyang, he was ruined by the heavenly opportunity.

His heart is raging, how can words be able to talk about it?

The arm that was stalemate by Zong Wulian suddenly shook...

Zong Wulian only felt an overwhelming force coming.

He let out a low growl, still forcefully stalemate with it.

That half-cooked arm was suddenly swept away by a large piece of flesh and blood, but he stood still, and even... an extremely powerful punch had already blasted towards Yun Yilan's chest!

"what?"

This time, Yun Yilan was really taken aback.

Unexpectedly, this guy's endurance to pain is so strong... Is he accustomed to using injury for injury?

I wanted to defeat this guy with one hand to strengthen the momentum of Fen Xianggu.

But now, he had to raise his other hand.

Is blocking Zong Wulian's arm...

Behind him, a vigorous vigor roared, and directly behind Yun Yilan, a huge gap of hundreds of feet was exploded.

But Yun Yilan was unharmed.

instead……

Holding Zong Wulian's hands tightly, he whispered, "I have cooked you alive today!"

Zong Wulian’s forehead was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, and he felt that his arms were already scorching hot, and this scorching heat entered his internal organs even more. He buried himself in the dry and hot desert, and his body was already hard to bear. Compared with the current pain... the desert is nothing short of warm spring water!

"Don't go there!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at Yun Yilan...

With that determined look, Yun Yilan couldn't help but feel astonished. With such a determined will, if he did not die, he would surely have great achievements in the future!

He couldn't help but feel the love for talents. The flames in his body slowed down a little, and he said lightly, "Take refuge in the old man, the old man won't kill you... you can even be an elder!"

Zong Wulian said nothing.

"Stubborn, then die!"

Yun Yilan's eyes flashed with evil spirits, and he was about to directly burn Zong Wu Lian to death...

On the horizon, a sudden sharp sword aura roared down.

"Sword Ten·Sky ~ Burial!!!"

The majestic sword spirit went down noisily, and was slashing towards Yun Yilan's arms... If he did not retreat, even Zong Wulian would not escape death, but with this sword, his arms could be cut!

"If you have a party!"

Yun Yilan let out a low voice and retracted his arms...

Zong Wu Lian suddenly weakened Duiwei on the ground, unable to stand up for a while.

Yun Yilan raised his hand, and the flame was like an amber spar, spreading in front of him, lifting his weight lightly to cover the sky and sword burial energy.

But at this time, Su Jing had already forced himself in front of him.

At the same time, Yun Yilan's body was filled with black and white meanings, and the surrounding white snow and red fire all changed as if all the colors had been extracted, pale and dark, like hell.

"what?"

This time, even Yun Yilan had to be stunned.