The old man of the priests is sloppy and thin. At this time, it stands in the void.

In his body, the sharp breath spread, and the sharpness was as sharp as a knife. It was faintly condensed in the void, which was stinging.

At this moment, he looked down at Han Ze and Xu You, and his face was cold.

Although the priests are oyster, the breeding speed is much faster than other races, but after all, it is five strong men who have practiced virtual realms. These strong men, where they are placed, can not be cultivated at will.

It is difficult to imagine the resources that need to be consumed to be born in the resource that needs to be consumed.

Any power, if there are five powerful people who have been killed, they will also be furious.

Xu You's face was gloomy, stood up slowly, the fist behind him clenched tightly, and made a click.

From the beginning of the earth, the Protoss all looked high, and no one was in the eyes.

At this moment, the attitude of the old man of this Protoss made Xu You angry.

"What? There are five members of the Protoss?" At this time, Han Ze, who was sitting on the ground, jumped up from the ground, an incredible authentic: "The earth is a place where there is no desert, the Protoss

How can the strong fall in such a place? "

Everyone was overwhelmed by Han Ze's move.

But soon, Xu You had reacted.

The race known as the Protoss, some people actually fell in the place where the Earth people who were called ants were lived. This was undoubtedly a slap on the face of the Protoss.

And Han Ze is obviously intentional, the shocking and horrifying expression looks extremely realistic.

"It's really unwilling to eat even the losses in his mouth." Xu You sighed in his heart, deepening his understanding of Han Ze.

Sure enough, after seeing Han Ze's appearance, the old man's look was slightly stunned, and suddenly it broke out.

"You look for death!" The old man of the gods was furious, and he shot a big hand towards Han Ze.

The hand is thin as an eagle's claw, but at this time, there is a flashes on its surface, and the trembling power flows out.

boom!

This place boiled, the air rolled, and the ground floated like waves, and then broke.

"what happened?"

"earthquake?"

Those who have retreated enough in the base can clearly feel that the entire ground is vibrating.

"No, they are the heads, and they have played against the aliens."

Soon, someone detected the picture.

On the ground, the yellow sand rushed into the sky, and a palm print with a size of hundreds of meters appeared.

Han Ze and Xu You have arrived in the air, standing, and even a little taller than the old man of the Protoss. They can just look down at each other.

"The use of birth and death is really worthy of me!" Han Ze looked indifferent.

The old man who was only only used to use the "right method" to bring the divine power to the right hand, and sent a thunder blow to Han Ze.

The left hand is born and the right hand is destroyed. This is the secret method of the Protoss.

"Life and death method? I really looked at myself." The old man of the Protoss said coldly: "It's just a hit."

call out!

The next moment, the old man moved, his body disappeared abruptly, and then appeared above Han Ze, and one foot walked towards Han Ze.

Han Ze moved to the side, avoided the side, then took out the black broken sword, and used the unknown sword tactics.

Oh!

The void roar, the black sword mang was like the flood over the sky, and the Longlong leaked towards the old gods.

Wherever the sword is passing, the air bursts, forming a breeze, and rolling up violent sand and dust on the ground.

The action of Han Ze's sword is too fast. The whole process is flowing and flowing.

The old man of the priests did not expect that Han Ze would fight back during the backward process. When he reacted, the dark sword mang was near.

"Small carved worm!" The old man of the Protoss hummed, and the gods were shining on his right hand. He raised his hand to shatter Han Ze's sword light, but he quickly found that something was wrong.

Between the heavens and the earth, the dark sword was broken, and half of the imagination was scattered with the wind, and it fell to the ground.

The dark sword mang was substantially substantial, just like a sharp sword was caught, and the broken blade fell.

On the ground, the sound is endless.

"Real ..." The veterans of the Protoss pointed at the palm of the palm, and there were bright red blood exudation, and the sewing of fingers was flowing: "This is the realm that can only be achieved by the unrestrained road.

The sword light waved by Han Ze was so condensed like a sword. Although he was easily crushed by the old gods, he also paid him.

"Elderly, don't forget that he is reversed." On the side, Naluo said: "It's even more deadly opponent of the ancestor."

Han Ze once made a lot of magical schedules because of some things, killing countless masters of the priests. Even the peak ancient sanctification of the family fell a lot.

Although these things did not necessarily happen in the current time and space, the time and space before Han Ze's reversal happened.

And the mysterious person who calculated the reversal also told these things to the Protoss.

"Reversers, this, I care about it." The old man whispered, the gods flowed on the left hand, and stroked it on the right hand, and then the injury on his right hand recovered in a moment.

"I admit that you are not an ordinary ant." The old man of the Protoss stared at Han Ze, his eyes were cold: "But today, you have to die!"

boom!

When his voice fell, the air pressure of the surrounding air seemed to increase rapidly, which made people feel extremely depressed.

The surrounding space is shocked.

Han Ze's brows moved, and Xuyou looked at the side.

When Xu You saw this, he retreated quickly.

Oh!

A light, rushed out of the old god of the gods, gathered towards the right hand.

However, at this moment, Han Ze moved, handed a black sword, turned into a lightning, and rushed towards the old gods.

Han Ze, rarely wait for the enemy. In the face of the enemy, he prefers to attack the other party and take the initiative to attack.

The Protoss, very familiar to Han Ze.

The black broken sword shines, and in the holes, there is a ray of black light emerged, and it is necessary to penetrate the sky.

"Is this really back?"

"It's terrible!"

Among the young people in the Protoss, some people whispered and felt very horrible.

"Hey, it is interesting to hunt like this." Some people seemed excited.

Naluo is silent, a pair of narrow eyes as willow leaves, staring at the black broken sword in Han Ze's hands for a moment.

"Huh!" The old man of the Protoss hummed, his right hand was like claws, grabbing the black broken sword.

when!

The finger claws collided with the black sword, and the spark was splattered.

"The body is so strong?" Han Ze was surprised.

Even if Han Ze's flesh is forced to the strong man in the Taoism, he asked himself to not dare to collide directly with the black broken sword.

This black broken sword is too weird and powerful. Even Han Ze does not know its origin.

"No, just the palm part is abnormal." The brief played, but Han Ze found abnormalities.

Although the old man of the priests took the black sword with his bare hands and his palms were not good, his arm was signs of cracking, but he healed in an instant.

"Reversers, is it so much?"

The old man of the priests was cold, his arms were struggling, and Han Ze shocked Han Ze.

"I said very curious, the two hands of the Protoss." Han Ze said: "The method of birth and death of the right hand, the right of the right hand, but enjoys the name of the universe. Today I will look at these hands.

abnormal!"

"A big breath!" The old man said: "What you will say for you, pay the price of bleeding!"

Han Ze was silent and condensed the eight -armed gods directly behind him.

Eight -armed gods, three heads long, each face is fierce.

"The magical power of the demons?" Seeing this, the old man of the Protoss stunned.

The next moment, Han Ze moved, the black broken sword, cold light.

The old man's complexion changed slightly, and the light on the right hand gradually condensed into a sickle shape.

The old man of the priests stood still, waved his right arm, and cut towards Han Ze.

Above his arm, the golden light broke out violently, bright and eye -catching, as if a round of sun was pinched in his palm.
To be continued...