Chapter 488 How Dare You!

The villa at the moment is under the mountain.

Two masters at the level of the gods in the world are constantly fighting fiercely in the void. Han Zilong is only a demigod, but his mighty spiritual power and profound martial arts attainments are astonishing, and the power of the sky domineering body is fully displayed by him.

This made Earl Wilson secretly startled. In the confrontation with Han Zilong, he didn't even have a half-point advantage, and it was difficult for the blood secret technique to interfere with the other party. He couldn't help but start fighting with him. The opponent is really only a demigod Is it cultivated?

The two roared wildly in the air for a while, and each took a few steps back. Earl Wilson took a deep breath, and with the tide of blood on his back, he whispered to somewhere in the void: "Will you wait until you show up, this is your opponent."

Somewhere in the void, a holy radiance sprinkled, and a man enveloped in infinite holy light descended, but the feathers and white fluorescent spots landed with him.

The figure descended, rolling pressure swept all directions, and stood safely opposite Han Zilong.

"It turned out to be a bald angel."

Han Zilong smiled frivolously, but his complexion became more and more dignified. The Son of Light, the peak existence in the elementary god realm, is far more terrifying than Earl Wilson.

The second God Realm!

Mr. Wang was lying on the ground dying. The arrival of the Son of Light made him almost desperate. It turned out that the Wang family really had no hope. One Earl Wilson was not enough, and now there was a second god.

The appearance of Han Zilong gave them a glimmer of hope, but the arrival of the Son of Light shattered all their hopes, leaving only infinite despair.

"Let's go, young man. You can't control this matter anymore. You can still have a chance if you go now. Don't waste your life for us dying people."

Mr. Wang spoke in a low voice.

Han Zilong turned his head and glanced at Old Man Wang who was struggling on the ground, shook his head and said, "Lin Youye has saved my life several times, and he has also given me the great kindness of teaching the Dharma. This life should be given back to him." His gaze Turning to look at Wang Xiaomei and the others, he said firmly, "If I don't save you, I'd rather die here."

As he said, since he dared to show up today, he must come here with the determination to die in battle.

"You let him go, but did you ask me?" Earl Wilson smiled contemptuously, and then he turned to look at the Son of Light: "This son is very talented, if you don't keep it, it will be another Lin Youye in the future, let's cut the grass and root it out as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Son of Light nodded. Lin Youye did not kill him that day, but chose to let the future Han Zilong avenge himself. What a stupid decision it seemed at first. But now it seems that the Son of Light has to admit that the dead guy has extraordinary vision, and given time, Han Zilong really has the possibility of defeating him.

But now...

It's too tender!

The Son of Light and Earl Wilson attacked back and forth, Han Zilong roared again and again, his mighty strength was astounding, but he seemed powerless in front of the two gods.

Son of Light, the pinnacle figure in the elementary god realm, even though he was defeated by Lin Youye Hengkong three months ago, he still couldn't hide his past demeanor. Man said that now, even if Han Zilong breaks into the divine realm in the future, he will definitely be his great enemy.

The difference between the beginning of the divine realm and the peak of the first-level divine realm is even more different. Although Han Zilong can fight the first-level divine realm, he will definitely lose in the face of an existence like the Son of Light, not to mention An Earl Wilson was watching from the sidelines.

After just a dozen or so moves, Han Zilong completely fell into a slump, and the Son of Light looked very high-spirited, and jokingly said: "Lin Youye is really stupid, he didn't kill me at the beginning, now I will kill you, I hope he in hell will do it for you!" I repent of my original decision."

"Heavenly Fist!" Han Zilong roared again and again, punching one after another, each punch was filled with terrifying energy, and Earl Wilson, who was fighting him head-on, also felt a lot of pressure.

"The blood flowed violently."

Earl Wilson spat out a few words lightly, and Han Zilong's blood flowed back in an instant, and his movements became sluggish. Han Zilong roared in a low voice, the blood of the sky domineering body was stimulated, and it swam between the body, forcibly suppressing the feeling of blood gushing out.

At this time, the Son of Light's attack was also in front of him, covering the sky with a holy light technique, and the white sky was full of murderous intent. In that piece of white light, countless holy light spells shot out.

"kill!"

Han Zilong retreated steadily and vomited blood, that is to say, the strong energy of the sky dominance can persist until now, and others would have fallen for a long time. It didn't take long for the clothes to be stained with blood, and the blood that shot out was all drawn into the mouth following Earl Wilson's spell.

"die!"

The Son of Light made a sneak attack and killed him, and pierced through Han Zilong's body with a holy light transformed into a growth sword.

In another battlefield, the situation of Lu Beidou is not optimistic. Lance Pope opposite him has a demigod cultivation level, and the purity of his blood is even higher than that of Earl Wilson. top presence.

However, Lu Beidou's intensive cultivation of the physical body and not spiritual power will undoubtedly suffer a great loss when facing the blood clan people who interfere with the flow of blood. He retreated steadily, and at this moment, his solid body was also full of wounds, and the wounds had scabbed over, and no fresh blood flowed out.

This was done on purpose by him, otherwise, once a new wound appeared, Lance Phip would immediately use the secret technique of blood to draw the blood out along the wound. The most taboo thing to fight with the blood race is to get injured. If they don't notice them for a while, they can drain the blood from the opponent's whole body.

However, as time went by, Lu Beidou had more and more wounds, his blood was swollen, and under the suppression of Lance Feipu, his counterattack became weaker and weaker. another piece

On the battlefield, Wang Xiaomei held Lin Xiao in her arms, and the three or four Huajing masters joined forces to kill him.

A master stopped in front of Wang Xiaomei with a demon knife in his hand. The sharp blade cut off the hair at a distance of several meters. Wang Xiaomei was exhausted and raised her weak palm to block. Under the sharp blade was So feeble. It was like the weakest struggle in the catastrophe.

A teardrop appeared from the corner of Wang Xiaomei's eyes, as if there was a familiar figure standing in the distance in the sky. The young man smiled gently, and his height gradually shrank. Youth, boy, and even a baby that fell to the ground, everything from the past came to the fore one by one.

"Is it a hallucination?"

A teardrop fell, and before her eyes, the baby gradually grew up and became a man standing upright, appearing in the distance in the sky, becoming more and more clear. How much she wanted to see her children again before she died, but this can only be regarded as a distant dream.

A sharp saber aura cut his cheek, and the illusion of infinity dissipated, leaving only a demon sword slashing horizontally in his pupils.

"I can only... go down and reunite?"

Wang Xiaomei closed her eyes, waiting for death. At this moment, her heart was peaceful, without fear or hatred, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Soon, the family will be reunited.

"It's over, I'll send your family to reunite." The Grandmaster of Transformation Realm looked indifferent, exerted strength with his wrist, and slashed down fiercely with the demon knife.

"you dare!"

At this moment, there was a roar from far away in the sky, like a muffled thunder explosion, the master of the demon knife let out a muffled groan, his blood was rolling with anger from this sudden roar, and his wrist suddenly stopped. A shadow as small as dust galloped from the sky, and as the sound fell, the 'dust' became bigger and bigger, rushing towards the villa crazily.