Chapter 689

Facing the young and supreme eyes of the ant tribe, Lin Tian didn't say anything. He just glanced indifferently and looked deep into the ancient ruins. In the deeper place, the gray mist became more dense, and it was hard for him to see through the divine sense. He gazed seriously, but now he could not see the colorful divine light, and there was no change in the divine sword in the sea.

"Why does it smell like the blood of my people! Say

The young supremacy of the ant tribe, while competing with the other three for the channeling treasure, asked cruelly.

"Dog day ant tribe, kill my people halfway, I killed a group of people! Want to block our way, I killed a group of people, what can you do! Come here, I'll kill you! "

Cried fan Yingxiong.

Lin Tian was a little surprised when he heard that the young man looked very simple and honest, but he was not stupid. He was slightly moved by such words. He was very clear that the other party was shouting like this on purpose. Although on one hand, he was really angry with the ant tribe, he was more worried that the ant tribe would deal with him and wanted to take everything to himself. After all, at the beginning of rescuing those strong men, the more than 20 ant monks were killed by him. When he just entered this ancient relic, the other party only killed a strong ant leader, and the rest were killed by him.

He was a little surprised, but the other friars were staring at fan Yingxiong one by one.

"Well, who is the barbarian? How dare you talk to the young supreme of the ant tribe like this? "

"Good, so fierce!"

"The young and supreme of the ant tribe, but they can kill the strong. Even many of the old strong people are wheezing. This young man, unexpectedly, unexpectedly..."

Many people swallow saliva.

The young and supreme eyes of the ant tribe become colder, full of cruelty and ruthlessness: "only my people have ever killed others. When will it be their turn to kill my people?" Staring at fan Yingxiong, the ant tribe is young and has a strong voice. A cold sense of killing is intertwined in this space, which reduces the temperature of this place by tens of degrees.

"Come here, I'll kill you!"

Fan Yingxiong is very fierce.

All of you: --

Even Lin Tian was speechless. He couldn't help but want to laugh. Fan Yingxiong's sentence "Lao Tzu killed you" is too smooth.

"To die!"

The young and supreme voice of the ant tribe became even colder. While fighting for the channeling jade, he released his hand and pointed a dark light towards fan Yingxiong. Shengsheng pierced the void of this place into a big black hole.

Lin Tian's eyes were cold, his right hand swept, and a golden sword cut out in an instant.

"Keng!"

The sword sounds harsh, whistling and smashing the black light swept out by the young supreme of the ant tribe.

"This..."

"How dare you kill all the young and supreme ants? Who is this man?! Are you friends with the barbarian

"No nonsense! They must be friends who come in together. Even if they are not, they are also a group of people! "

"But that sword was so strong!"

"It's really strong!"

Many people are frightened.

The young and supreme eyes of the ant tribe fell on Lin Tian: "you two, don't want to die well."

At the same time, he rushed out more black light, like immortal swords, and chopped at Lin Tian and fan Yingxiong.

"Run

Some friars who are not far away from Lin Tian and Lin Tian all change color. They stay away for fear of being involved.

Lin Tianleng steps out, turning his fierce momentum into a golden wave, whistling to shatter all the black light swept out by the young supreme of the ant tribe.

"I really don't like your smelly ants."

He no longer stood still in the same place, one step is tens of feet away, directly toward the ant tribe young supreme force.

"Keng!"

There was no sword in his hand, but it turned out to be a golden lightsaber, waving thousands of golden swords.

For a moment, the sword roared, cutting away from all directions towards the young supreme of the ant tribe, rolling up a sword wind.

This scene shocked many monks in this place, and their eyes almost didn't fall out.

"Unexpectedly, they directly killed the young supreme of the ant tribe?"

"This..."

"It's more fierce than that barbarian!"

"And... He actually called the ant tribe... Smelly ants?"

"Crazy!"

Many people suck in the cold air.

Who is the young supremacy of the ant tribe? As early as more than a year ago, it has become famous in the fourth Tianyu, which can kill the strong. But now, this young man, who looks very beautiful, has killed the past so strongly. Moreover, in front of the young and supreme ant tribe, he calls the ant tribe stinky ants!

"It's the gall of the gods!"

Someone's necking.

"Keng!"

The roar of the sword echoed again, very harsh.

Lin Tian's golden sword spirit swept by. It was like destroying everything.

With a click, the void broke directly.

Then, in a twinkling of an eye, the golden sword Qi forced the young supreme of the ant tribe.

"Mole ant!"

The young and supreme cold voice of the ant clan fights for the channeling treasure and smashes all the sword Qi.

"Mole ant? Is that you? It seems that you are all ants. "

Lin Tian is sarcastic.

As the words fell, his speed suddenly became faster, but in a flash he appeared in front of the young supreme of the ant tribe, and his divine light sword went straight to the other side.

This speed is a little fast, as strong as the young supremacy of the ant tribe. At the same time, the other energy is still focused on fighting for the channeling jade.

Lin Tian sneered: "when you fight against me, you still want to rob Baoyu. Do you think you have reached the level of Daojing?"

"Keng!"

God lightsaber trembled, puffed the young supreme of ant tribe, almost cut off his arm.

At this time, everyone in this place has changed color.

"This..."

"The young supreme of the ant tribe?"

"How can it be?"

Many people change color, heart is a tremor.

The young and supreme ant clan, who can kill the strong one in banbu Avenue, was split by a sword!

At this time, even though the other three young supremacies were moved, although the young supremacy of the ant tribe was fighting for the precious jade with them, while facing Lin Tian, most of their energy was focused on capturing the channeling precious jade. However, it still surprised them that they were split by a sword. They stare at Lin Tian, their eyes are showing some strange colors.

"Boom!"

Paint black demon light rush up, kill intention soar to the sky.

The young supreme of the ant tribe rushes up. The sword wound cut by Lin Tian heals quickly, and his eyes become extremely cruel.

"Let you die in the most painful way!"

The young supreme of the ant tribe gave up the channeling jade for the time being. His eyes were more terrifying than the sword. His whole body was burning and he forced toward Lin Tian. He is so young and supreme that he was split by a sword. What's his face? At this time, he will kill Lin Tian first! Kill Lin Tian in the most cruel way. Only in this way can he get rid of his evil spirit. And he also believed that the other three men were fighting for psychic Baoyu. In a short period of time, Baoyu could not be snatched. After all, the strength of the three men was in the middle of the world. It would take a long time to win and win Baoyu.

"Hum!"

You Yan seems to be a kind of flame, but the breath is extremely cold, which makes the void scorch. All the ordinary friars in this place are frightened and their hearts are jumping wildly.

On the other hand, Jing mang flashed in the eyes of the other three young supreme masters. When they saw this kind of burning, they all looked frozen. But soon, the corners of their mouths were slightly raised. At this moment, the young and supreme ant tribe is putting all their energy on killing Lin Tian. They are naturally happy with their opinions. After all, in this way, there will be one less person competing for the channeling treasure.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

The sound of the emptiness was burned one by one by the fire outside the body of the young supreme of the ant tribe. It was frightful.

Lin Tian Mou son one coagulates, this and so on you Yan some are terrible, Rao is now of he all feel huge threat.

But just because he feels threatened doesn't mean he's afraid.

With a cold hum, he turned the Heart Sutra of the sun into motion, and the golden light soared into the sky, and his black hair was dyed with a layer of gold, making him as if he had been poured with gold. At this time, he protected himself with the Heart Sutra of the sun, and the golden light mingled with his body. He stepped forward towards the young supreme of the ant tribe, sweeping out a large sword light.

With a clang sound, the sharp sword reverberates. The golden sword is more terrible than just now. It cuts to the young supreme of the ant tribe.

"The light of firefly, dare to compete with the bright moon!"

The young supreme voice of the ant tribe is very cold.

Suddenly, the flame beat and smashed the golden sword.

Then, you Yan roared up and down, which was really like a terrible wave. In a twinkling of an eye, Lin Tian was submerged in it.

"You Gu Ling Huo, which the king got from the pit of ten thousand people, will burn your soul into dregs. Then you can taste the taste of your soul being burnt away a little bit."

The young and supreme eyes of the ant tribe are full of pride.

"This..."

"It's over!"

"You Gu Ling Huo, these flames are terrible! It is said that more than a year ago, the young supreme of the ant tribe nearly burned a strong man in the main road to death with this kind of fire. Finally, the strong man in the main road escaped in a panic. "

"The man..."

"I'm dead!"

The crowd was horrified. Many people felt numb on their scalp. They were all frightened by Yougu Linghuo.

"No pain, no itch, are you playing with fire like my Terran children?"

Just then, the cold hum sounded.

Outside the forest, the golden awn curls up and rushes straight out of the big wave of the Yougu Linghuo. The light of the God lightsaber in his hand soars to the sky. According to the young supremacy of the ant tribe, it is a sword that directly cuts the space.

"This?"

"Drowned by the ghost fire, nothing happened?"

"No damage?"

The crowd all changed color. The fire almost burned a strong man in the road at the beginning, but now, a monk in his early twenties didn't hurt his hair!
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