Eternal Life

Chapter 1191 is difficult to protect itself

Van Gogh cuts, each knife flashes sharp sharp knives, the general ancestral rule, will be cut directly. The ancestors of the Emperor's Son can be killed by a knife.

Every time the blade is cut, it is accompanied by a metal singer. This sound is transmitted and heard, and it produces a feeling that the heart is cut and suffocated.

It is conceivable that the blade of this "Vatican Knife" is cut on the human **, what kind of feeling will it produce? The flesh and blood is not able to withstand this knife.

But Fang Han's palm suddenly became pure and transparent. Numerous crystals of the gods made up the texture. The blade smashed on his fingers and burst into a series of sparks that could not shake his skin.

Instead, his fingers, each time pressed on the blade, the spirit of the Vatican knife will make a scream, it seems that Fang Han's infuriating hurts it.

"Knife dominates the world!"

Suddenly, the Van Gogh sect infused all of his mana into it. The knife and the knife swayed sharply, and the force of cutting increased greatly, and there was a great momentum to make Fang Han’s sword squat. .

Fang Han binoculars opened, and the spurt of the gods, the fingers pinch, behind a huge portal looming, actually secretly spurred the thirty-three days of the perfection of the gods in the heavens.

Thirty-three days of the creation of the **** fist is now covered by the ecstasy, as long as it is not a true saint, no one can see it.

Fang Han was in the dark, and his fists were flashing.

jump!

He punched the "Vatican Knife" on it, and there were many cracks on the Vatican knife. Then it exploded and turned into thousands of pieces of knives. Every piece of knife was scattered. Heaven and earth.

The Van Gogh knife of a wonderful piece of fairyware was broken by Fang Hanyi.

"Retirement!" Fanshi Wang knows that he has encountered a real master, and he will withdraw if he wave his hand.

"Vatican King, don't you say that I am an ant? Are you not a reincarnation of the ancient saints? Just arrogant, but now it has become a dog of funeral?"

Fang Han screamed, and immediately many knives and shards flew over to it. Every piece of knives, just when he was crushing, he was poured into the eternal dragon, and now it changes to a knife. The dragon, flying into his body, melted into vitality and infused into the treasure for thirty-three days.

The spirit of the gas is almost vomiting blood. He is proud of his life, the reincarnation of the saint, has never suffered a loss, but today he was forced to become a dog of funeral by Fang Han, not to mention how wronged, how depressed.

However, he knew in his heart that he could only retreat at this time, and then look for opportunities to kill Fang Han, otherwise it is really dangerous today.

"All the Sons, shot together, kill the enchanting!"

At this time, Zhao Fenghua, with the help of the Van Gogh King, recovered his injuries. The eyes are staring at the white unicorn in Fang Han’s hand. The magic light flashes in the eyes.

In an instant, the white one-horned horn of Fang Han’s hand flew up, seemingly to get out of the way, and could not be suppressed.

"Want to take back your one-horn? Well, I will let you take back!" Fang Han suddenly took a look, and the one-horned lightning flew toward Zhao Fenghua.

"Not good!" Zhao Fenghua stepped back and forth, trying to avoid it, but he couldn't dodge it. He was passed by the white one-horned horn, and brought a **** rain in the air. The screams.

"Getting it together."

A powerful son of Taiyimen flew out and attacked Fang Han. He waved his hands and swords, intertwined into a large array, and fell into the head: "Wan Jian returned to the market."

Humph!

Fang Han single-handedly smashed into the sky, and suddenly the swordsmen shook open. When he stepped out, he came to the Son and played 14 times more power.

The saint screamed, split, the body exploded, countless spirits, magic weapons, and Taoist scripts, all spattered from the body.

It was blown by Fang Han’s fist. Even the kingdom of God has been destroyed.

Fang Han does not even need to actively absorb it now. The dragon's interest around him can automatically transform everything, and it turns into a real dragon. This is the great thing after the eight floats have been turned into a top-quality fairy.

The whole body of the Son, the soul, the fragments of the kingdom of God, and the various magic weapons, materials, medicinal herbs, and spiritual veins stored in the body, were thrown into his body and disappeared.

"Kill a son."

He gave out the devil's general voice. In this piece of emptiness, suddenly all the dragons rushed and rushed.

"Damn! How can you encounter such a curse."

"Vatican King, I said here, in front of you, the face of the van Gogh sect, and the face of many sons, too, killing you alive, never giving up." Fang Han killed this The Son, the power of absorption is condensed into a group, the thirty-three days of the treasure in the body under the impact of this force, the collapse of the sky between the moments, it is turned into a fairy.

The essence of the fabulous scented "Vatican Knife" that has been absorbed has also begun to melt in the body, and the legendary scorpion has been changed directly into the top of the fairy.

In addition, some vast forces, accumulated in the body for a while, then suddenly income into the Tianmen.

Fang Han’s strength has risen again.

"Eight Buddhism is not a great thing." Fan Wang Wang grabbed a big knife and grabbed a long knife from the void. This long knife is not a magic weapon, but a solid body, "Banatian Eight Gods, first God, Great Indra!"

He actually began to spur the van Gogh sect's super secret.

Brahma Eight Gods.

Brahma Eight Gods, not a magic weapon, nor a magical power, but an incarnation of the body, the second god. It is like the three yangs of the feather door, the true **** of heaven, and the sacrifice of one is equal to the siege of the same realm.

The Brahma Eight Gods are the supreme masters of the Van Gogh sect. Once they are smelted, they are equal to eight avatars. Each avatar can self-destruct and kill the enemy. In the battle of the same realm, it is almost invincible.

Now the Van Gogh King was forced to reach the desperate situation by Fang Han, and once he showed it, the eight gods appeared immediately behind him. The knife was brilliant, so weeping like a song, and slaying it down, the eight gods each showed their minions.

"The era is like a civilization, an epic."

Fang Hanbao is solemn, standing in the void, facing the knife light, the Eight Great Gods, his hands fluttering, and suddenly he once again displayed the fourteen times of the power of Jiyuan Shenquan.

This 14-fold battle is not played once, but it is full eight times.

Boom!

A series of explosions rang out, and the Eight Great Gods made a roar, all of them were shattered. It became a fly ash, and the Van Gogh king screamed again and again, and he retired. His blood was dripping and he was shocked by Fang Han.

"The Eight Gods return to the body, turned into a real dragon, sent into the body!"

Fang Han’s hands were folded into the chest, and the broken eight gods were again closed, turning into eight huge real dragons and rushing into their bodies.

In his body, he can devour endless power, and no attack at all can hurt him.

At this moment, Fang Han seems to be a huge demon from countless epochs and will never be knocked down.

"Ah! Escape quickly! This person is too fierce. Otherwise we all will die here."

"Zhao Fenghua, what happened to you? You have nothing."

"You, quickly saved Zhao Fenghua's brother."

"We are escaping, and it is not the opponent of this person. When Song Tengfei's brothers have become a peerless master, and then kill this person, I see this person, only Song Tengfei's brother can restrain him."

Some saints panicked.

That Zhao Fenghua was thrown out of the horn by Fang Han just now, piercing the body, now life and death do not know. After being rescued by a few sons who were too one, they barely recovered. They opened their eyes and pulled out the white one-corner inserted in the chest: "Wind edge, feather door, I don't share the sky with you."

Between the words, he once again put the white one-corner into the top of his head.

However, above the white unicorn, suddenly a burst of light, the shape of Fang Han in the distance, suddenly disappeared, and appeared in this ray.

He came to Zhao Fenghua's side.

Bang!

On his body, a powerful wave of air broke out, and all the sons were shocked directly. When the big hand grabbed it, he pinched Zhao Fenghua’s neck.

Zhao Fenghua’s legs were kicking in the air, and his face rose red.

"I don't share the sky with me? I don't have a chance. I am omnipresent. Now, I will let the many sons of Taiyi and the people of Fan Yunzong see you die in front of me."

Hey!

Zhao Fenghua’s head was screwed down by Fang Han, and then his hands were shot, and his body was burning and burning. The **** of Zhao Fenghua gave a hysterical cry in the flame. “Wind, you are the devil, you want Refining me? I won't let you succeed. Van Gogh brother, come and save me! Save me!"

"Let me put Zhao Fenghua down."

The Van Gogh King is looking at the liver and gallbladder, his hands are traversing, and a golden long rainbow is played. The handprints in the Changhong are up and down. "The Brahma Gods, the Great Gods."

"You yourself are also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, it is difficult to protect yourself, but also to rescue others, the saints reincarnation? Then what? Not the true saint strength, you are just a ancestor."

On Fang Han’s body, he flew out of the long river composed of major civilizations, and all those palm prints were melted and disintegrated.

"Zhao Fenghua, do you still think about this Vatican King to save you? He is going to die here today, just like your end. Now, you are integrated into my body and completely change into my instinct! This is your body. The white one-horn is the corner of the heavenly king. I have to spend a little bit of effort to refine it, but there is nothing here. Even if I can only use half of the power, I can kill you all."

Fang Han’s big sleeves were sent to Zhao Fenghua for thirty-three days to the Tianmen Gate of Baozhong, and they were suppressed and ready to look for opportunities to refine.

The general ancestor, he refining in an instant.

However, the corner of Tianjun in Zhao Fenghua is very difficult to smelt. It takes a lot of effort and time to repair him.

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