Chapter 1190 Fighting
"The corner of Heavenly King! This Zhao Fenghua can actually make this one-corner. It is terrible!"
"This white unicorn is the evolution of the catastrophe on the top of the head. It represents the vitality of the avenue, the invincible land, the symbol of invincibility, the rumor, the Taiyizhong cultivation catastrophe The person who has been practicing, so far, no one has been able to consolidate the corner of this day. Even if Song Tengfei is not concise."
"In the rumor, Zhao Fenghua got the inheritance of the Emperor of the Emperor. It seems to be true. Otherwise, how can he cultivate the corner of Heaven?"
"This white unicorn has been cultivated successfully. There are rumors in the rumor that there is a wonderful use of the ghosts and ghosts. The power is multiplied, and beyond the realm, no one can resist."
"This is the one-horned symbol on the top of the disaster."
Seeing that Zhao Fenghua had a white monocle on the top of his head, everyone was shocked. Even the Van Gogh King tightened his pupil. It seems that Zhao Fenghua was beyond his expectations.
Zhao Fenghua gave a single-angle, and the whole body mana was soaring. It was not like a stranger, but a ghost. Every step is out, the white one-horn on the head and all the heavens and the earth are in mutual sympathy, there is no gap between the heavens and the human.
The invisible forces in this ancient market have been projected into the unicorn and controlled by the unicorn.
At this moment, Zhao Fenghua is the king between heaven and earth, the only hegemon in the universe.
Above the white unicorn, it has formed a tiny country of tens of billions, which is either lightning or thunder, or a volcanic eruption, or an earthquake, or a mourning of all beings, or a lava of hell, or a sea of ??fire.
Zhao Fenghua's strength is getting stronger and stronger. His whole body seems to have emerged with layers of white scales to form armor. Mysterious and noble, gorgeous and graceful, holy and supreme.
"crack!"
In the face of Fang Han, he tears his hands and goes straight into the chest. He wants to tear the square cold directly into pieces. Fang Han is really irritating him.
"The corner of Heavenly King.." Fang Han eyes looked at the one-horned horn, even though he ignored the hands that the other side hit, but suddenly a large sleeve, with the sleeves to put the hands directly into the pocket.
Between his big sleeves and the cover of the sky, he covered the world, and the power conveyed by Zhao Fenghua's hands was close to his sleeve, and he was charged in, and his strength weakened a lot.
"A sleeve, can resist my **** fist?" Zhao Fenghua's breath is like a thunder, his feet are stunned, his eight poles are shocked, his palm changes again, and he has made a trajectory. It is actually the celestial sorcerer of the disaster. , cut large sleeves. At the same time, he kicked his foot and kicked the leg directly to Fang Han’s head.
This leg, like lightning to tear the night, the ghost is gone, the sky is unpredictable.
when!
Fang Han’s body receded, and awkwardly, the wings of freedom behind the pair of tops were flying out, and the wings closed, and they resisted the leg.
"The horn of Tianjun is just for my use. Zhao Fenghua, you are an outstanding son of Taiyi, and you have received the merits of the Emperor of the Emperor. When the Emperor of the Emperor passed the merits for you, did you not think of it? Is it in my hands? Just pass the skill to me." After Fang Han resisted the leg, the body rushed toward the sky, and then the whole body shined. A book of the era appeared on the top of the head. Shining through the ages.
"The gods, the buddhas, the demons, the celestial beings, the sorcerers, the beasts, the swords........the history of civilizations, all in one."
Fang Han sent out a bright, grand, magnificent, passionate, generous, heroic voice. The book of the epoch was scattered, turned into a history of civilization, and revolved around the whole body, and then he rushed down.
"What is this technique?"
Zhao Fenghua was shocked: "This is a history of civilization. Can anyone use the history of civilization as a weapon to attack?"
Between his shock, Fang Han has been oppressed, carrying the supreme power, and suppressing it. It’s awkward! Under the pressure, all the white holy scales of his body exploded and shattered.
Stress, can't compete.
"How could it be so powerful? Fighting!" Zhao Fenghua was almost oppressed by the pressure, the whole body pores are suffocating, simply can not absorb the heavens and the earth.
He screamed and snarled, and Fang Fang was a palm of his hand. The whole body broke out with devastating power, especially the white one-corner on the top of his head. Suddenly, he rushed out of a light that could penetrate the nine gongs. To pierce the body of this cold.
"Give me a break!" Fang Han descended from the sky, covered with big hands, suppressed Wanfang, and played the Jiyuan Shenquan in the palm of his hand. He grabbed the **** of light and then shot another 14 times.
His shadow, separated, turned into fourteen, each with the same strength as himself, suppressed, electric stone fire, can not stop, and his power fluctuated, exiled, that Fan Yunzong, too one another The Sons were forced to retreat involuntarily.
"Good strength."
"I didn't read it wrong? Fourteen figures, that is fourteen times the strength of war, between heaven and earth, where is there a martial arts that has played so many times?"
"The most combat power is ten times the strength of the martial arts recorded in the emperor's martial arts."
"No, we can't get close to the battlefield."
"The impact! Zhao Fenghua's brother and the wind are paired together."
Too one door, the Son of the Fan Yunzong is roaring and screaming at this moment. He wants to be close to the battlefield, but he is never close.
The face of the Van Gogh King changed, and he had to intervene, but Zhao Fenghua and Feng Feng finally slammed together and burst into a shock. They spread out with two people as the center. On the far side of the ancient Taishan Mountain, there were cracks. Countless tangible and invisible monsters are dead.
what!
A scream was conveyed, and everyone saw the big hand of Fang Han, directly caught on the top of Zhao Fenghua's head, and the horn was pulled out from the top of Zhao Fenghua.
Zhao Fenghua had a big **** sputum on the top of his head. The madness of the blood spurted out and stained the sky.
He immediately covered his big hole in his head with his hands and quickly retreated: "Father, save me! Blessing brother, save me!"
"How could this be!"
Sun Shi's paintings are also straight.
Not only him, the various sons of Yuhuamen, but also almost suffocated and fainted, this contrast is too big, know that Fang Han is very strong, but it is strong enough to make such a point, so that no one can expect.
"Zhao Fenghua, who has the corner of Tianjun, is still above me. Even if it is Yuanxian, it is impossible to defeat him. He can fight with the primary Yuanxian for three days and three nights. Was defeated by the wind. Is the wind more powerful than the Yuanxian?" Sun Shi's paintings hysterically yelled.
"Want to run? Not so easy, leave me!"
Fang Hanwei was so windy, holding a white one-angle in one hand, and the white one-horned horn was still jumping in his hand, but he was not able to blame him.
In the face of the retreating Zhao Fenghua, his other hand volleyed, and a great force flew out and turned into a hand of God, to take Zhao Fenghua in his hands.
Zhao Fenghua was pulled out of the unicorn on the top of his head by Fang Hansheng. His strength was greatly reduced, his body was mad, and he could not resist the attack of the hands of the gods.
The Vatican King finally got started.
His body moved, the golden handprint, the volley flew, the blast hit the cold, at the same time, in the air changed a series of shadows, wrapped Zhao Fenghua in it, guarding, a relic-like clear light, put the other party's head The big hole on the upper wall was blocked, and the clear light melted, preventing the leakage of the essence.
The injury was actually repaired.
"Wind, let me see your little ants, can turn up any big waves." Fan Wang Wang angered and stunned.
Fang Han’s hands of the gods rose upwards and changed into Jiyuan Shenquan, which implied the mystery of the thirty-three-day creation of the **** fist, and collided with the golden handprint.
Bang!
The golden handprint was actually shaken away.
Fang Han rushed out from the broken golden cloud. As Tianjun descended, the **** of war took blood. He grabbed the white one-angled horn in one hand, and produced all kinds of slogans in one hand. There was a sacred school of the Protoss, the true words of Buddhism, the evil spirits of Wumen... .... are all in it, bombarding the past against the Van Gogh King, and at the same time those French seals have blocked all the space around them, and do not let the Van Gogh King escape.
"I am a small ant? I can kill you with one hand." Fang Han's eyes are murdered: "With your words, I will be the face of everyone today and kill you alive."
"Brazil **** palm!"
The Van Gogh King played the palm of his hand. Every paw print was pure gold. The world between heaven and earth was transformed into a golden country. Once again, it collided with Fang Han’s handprints. The explosion exploded and brought a burst of world and frenzy. .
Fang Han shouted, the wing of freedom opened, and the pace of the leader’s borderlessness broke through, breaking through the frenzy of the vitality, and infinitely approaching the Van Gogh king. There were eight floating sects on his head, and the power of the dying dynasty descended in the sky. Many heaven and earth changes have become a rune of dragon scales.
"Eight Buddhism!"
The Van Gogh King looked at Fang Han's fierceness, and when he hit it, he turned his body into a real dragon and flew out. He was shocked and rolled back Zhao Fenghua.
At the same time, his body showed a knives like a crescent moon. The knives were swallowed, and the runes with various elements were engraved. It was a unique fairy, which appeared quietly in his palm. Shocked and cut, formed a sharp rune, even cut the dragon's scales in the air to the article, killing Fang Fang.
"This is a great piece of fairy, Van Gogh!"
Sun Shi's paintings shouted loudly and reminded Fang Han.
Fang Han noodles did not change color, and one hand pressed up, even with the flesh of the flesh, hard to smash this mouthful of fairy ware, cutting the van Gogh knife of all things.
"I don't believe, you can resist my Van Gogh!" The Fanshi Wang faced the cold of the cold, and he was furious, his knives changed, he swallowed and concentrated, his sighs were suffocating, and he showed a set of ruin. The knife of the ground.
The palm of the hand collides with the blade.
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