Chapter 133 Long live
A weird sound of air flow instantly scattered the blue flame in front of him.
"Huh." Bi Bi Dong hummed.
At this moment, there is no way back.
However.
She just fell.
The original blue flame element that was scattered again stood up again.
"What?!"
Bibidong was shocking instantly.
final.
She had to use the control skills to temporarily control the offensive of the blue flame element.
"All the title Dou Luo listened to the title of Wuhun Temple, killing Feng Yang!"
Bidong is the first.
Nearly 50 titled Douluo led the Wuhun Temple and killed Feng Yang.
"Kill-!"
"Kill-!"
"Kill-!"
The deafening shouting, overwhelming.
Such scenes.
It is shocking.
What will happen to nearly fifty titles Douro, will it be a experience?
Presumably, even if Feng Yang is strong, you have to become a corpse?
However,
Feng Yang seemed to have just been destroyed.
A fierce smile showed.
"So. Let the whole martial arts hall be destroyed!"
The words fall.
Everyone was in the bottom of the place.
Faced with the siege of nearly fifty titles Douro, he still had the confidence to destroy the entire martial arts hall?
"Nine, Nine, Soul, Skills"
He said word by word.
At this moment.
The breath of destruction seems to have begun to emerge.
"Blue Flame Storm!"
boom-----! Intersection
At that moment.
On the surface of the entire martial arts hall, he raised a super hot flow.
It seems to evaporate everything in the world.
The vastness of the original white flowers instantly became a hot color.
Between resentment.
A super -strong storm from the surrounding whirlwind.
100 meters high, tens of meters wide.
Just looking at it from a distance, it was full of shocks and shuddering everyone present.
boom----! Intersection
The storm swept the start!
The heavens and the earth seemed to be chaotic and trembling.
The entire storm is like electric light firestone, and there is no difference to invade the people and buildings of the Wuhun Soul.
Where the storm passes, whether it is Soul Dou Luo or Two Dou Luo, or the iconic building, it will all swallow it.
The sound of the roar.
soon!
One of the titled Douluo was directly torn and crushed because of dodging.
"Seventh Soul Skills! Wu Soul True Body!"
"Seventh Soul Skills! Wu Soul True Body!"
"Seventh Soul Skills! Wu Soul True Body!"
"Ninth Soul Skills!"
"Ninth Soul Skills!"
"Ninth Soul Skills!"
All the title Douro uses the strongest trick to resist the blue flame storm.
It's a pity.
That's just a fracture stone!
They cannot stop the half of the storm from sweeping.
If you want to escape, the speed of the blue flame storm makes them desperate.
Second, the title Douro, dead!
The third is the title Douro, dead!
Fourth.
Fifth.
Sixth.
Seventh.
Under the Blue Flame Storm, the title Dou Luo looks like an ordinary chick, and it is unbearable.
Boom -! Intersection
soon.
The storm directly passed through the martial arts hall.
After a loud noise, it collapsed directly into a ruins.
In less than half a minute. The entire martial arts hall is completely the end of the world.
Bibidong is stupid in place and wants to stop this scene.
But she was just close to the storm, and there was a feeling of tearing her.
There is no way to approach.
She watched the martial arts temple that had been in operation for so many years, was crushed by the storm, and watched the soul soul master who had cultivated for so many years, and was torn into meat.
Under anger.
The twin martial arts rose at the same time.
"The eighth soul!
Seeing her still struggling to resist.
Feng Yang also immediately gave Wuhun Temple a final blow.
"Fifth Soul Skills! The City of Blue Flame!"
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
A chopped blue flame was covered over the sky.
All flying soul masters will have nothing to do, even if they are titled Douluo, don't want to easily rush out of the shackles.
Even the last time Doura and Ghost Dou Luo used Bing Baoyu to escape.
And this time the blue flame city is obviously stronger and thick.
soon.
The whole city will completely cover the martial arts hall!
The temperature of the flames almost melts everyone in it!
As Feng Yang said, the martial arts hall is overwhelmed.
The blue flame storm in the city of blue flames, like a demon, devour all the soul masters and architecture in the martial arts temple.
The title of the title of everyone looking up at this moment is like a big dog closing the door.
Can't resist and can't escape.
Just hitting the plane of the blue flame city wall, the whole body was immediately burned, forcibly entering for a few seconds, the soul power was completely exhausted, and it became a fire man completely.
Look at this scene.
Bidong was completely stunned.
In the wind in front of him, his strength was like the god of heaven.
Unable to resist, unable to dye.
It is not a megatling at all.
Even if it is a joint force of the Wuhun Temple, it cannot hurt its tension at all.
At this moment.
She finally realized how ridiculous she herself.
She thought she could help Yu Xiaogang find the field, which confirmed the gap between the two.
Let Yu Xiaogang feel sad.
The price paid is too big.
At this moment.
She regrets it.
She regretted that she did not listen to her daughter Qian Xuexue's words.
Bibidong closed his eyes desperately.
Wuhun Temple.
After all, it was destroyed in her hands.
It was so easily destroyed in her hands.
"Feng Yang Shangshen!"
"Don't kill me! I surrender!"
Along with a title Douro, he directly gave up his resistance and fell to the ground in the air in the air.
Immediately
"Feng Yang Shangshen! I also surrendered!"
"Feng Yang goes on God! I am willing to be your slave life for life"
More and more people kneel down.
At this moment, the entire martial arts hall has become a ruins. It can be said that at a glance, it can be seen intuitively by thousands of meters.
Just thirty seconds.
The martial arts palace that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, thousands of soul masters, down to thirty levels, to the title Douro, all kneeling down, willing to surrender the wind.
Go away.
Only Bidong stands there.
Feng Yang hesitated for a few seconds.
After all, the blue flame storm and the city of blue flames were removed.
The burning sensation began to slowly reduce.
All kneeling soul masters, like amnesty, took the rest of the life and woke up again towards Feng Yang.
"Long live the wind pops up!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live- !!"
The sound of shouts rang through a whole martial arts city.
The people in the periphery of the Wuhun Temple looked at this scene far away and felt incredible.
Feng Yang used only one battle, and relying on his own power to collect the soul divisions who had operated the Wuhun Temple for many years, all of them were used as their own use.
This moment.
Sigh.
And at this moment.
Everyone also realized.
This Douro mainland is likely to change tremendous changes.
It is all between Feng Yang.
(End of this chapter)