Chapter 880： , A pan beats to death

Just as the killing **** was entangled, behind him, Lin Que suddenly appeared, holding a pan in his hand and smashed it down again.

The Killing God quickly crossed the blood sword in his hand.

The blood sword chopped the falling pan into two pieces.

When he was about to take advantage of the victory, Lin Que escaped into the void again.

Killing God's face became a little unnatural.

Mud horse!

Just hit and run, hiding in a sneak attack, this wretched style of play, you can hardly see that it is a killing machine that has fallen into madness!

He really suspected that this guy wasn't Xiu's killing intent at all, he was shameless and profound!

Lin Que hid in the void, waiting for an opportunity!

Madness goes to Madness!

Should be wretched or wretched!

Relying on the killing intent of the madness, although the combat power soars, but it is far from enough to deal with the killing **** in vain.

Only when the killing **** Bai reveals the flaws, devote all his strength to defeat it, will it be the safest!

Just shoot and slip, it's great!

"You love me, I love you, the invincible pan is really awesome!"

"Domestic products are unparalleled!"

Lin Que poured his murderous intent to enlarge the invincible pan, and the space was trembling when he took a picture of it.

When the pan fell, a trace of hostility flashed in the eyes of the killing god, and he turned into a blood sword and rushed over.

"boom!"

A blast resounded across the sky, and immediately afterwards, both Lin Que and Killing God retreated violently at the same time.

This retreat is thousands of meters!

The Killing God steadied his body, looked at Lin Que, his eyes were full of anger, and he roared: "There is a kind, don't use your pan!"

Oh shit!

What kind of fairy pan is this?

Even his murderous blood sword can't compete!

Even more powerful than some artifacts of the ancient times!

Lin Que didn't answer, and there was another pan in his hand!

Humph o(´^｀)o!

You don't need it if I don't need it?

Wouldn't that give you a lot of face!

Use a pan to consume soul power?

Please, I use the killing intent, as much as I want!

"Look at the pot!"

The killing **** is dumbfounded!

How many pans are there in this product?

A blood sword was cut out, the surrounding space was torn apart, and the falling pan was strangled to pieces.

It's not over yet!

Lin Que's figure suddenly appeared behind him, and another pan was photographed.

Killing God's face was ferocious, and with a wave of his right hand, the killing intent was intertwined into a blood sword, which turned into a sword formation.

"call out!"

The sword array destroyed the pan and slashed towards Lin Que with the force of destruction.

Lin Que didn't have any rigidity, he slipped into the void and disappeared.

The sword array cut a lonely!

"I'm special!"

Killing God: (｀⌒´メ).

This guy flees into the void without a move, so that he can't catch it.

It's not that he has never tried to block the void, but Lin Que's profound understanding of space is quite deep.

If it had been before, he might be able to stop one or two.

But his remnant soul was consumed by Hongye a lot of power, unable to exert all his strength.

This can't be done at all!

It must not be delayed, otherwise it will definitely be slapped!

Reading this, a trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the killing god.

The palm of his hand slammed the ground.

Below, the undead ghost army fighting with the shield-clad crocodile exploded one after another, turned into countless blood, and was absorbed by the killing god.

The remnant soul of the killing god, which was a little illusory, began to gradually recover.

Lin Que:! !

Want to get blood back?

Did I agree?

Walking out of the void, the killing intent on his body continued to converge towards the pan!

"boom!"

The madness field is released.

The blood shadow mad dragon entrenched Lin Que's body, vomiting and killing the dragon's breath.

"Frying pan, Blood Shadow Panlong Kill!"

Lin Que was shot in a pan, and the blood shadow mad dragon entrenched in the pot, smashing out with the waves of dragons...

sp: There was a power outage, and I wrote it in an Internet cafe during the day. As for why I didn't finish it, this is a good question. I don't have internet charges!

Also, yesterday I said I was afraid of heavy rain, you guys are going to hit me one by one?

We were good brothers when we burst, but now we burst, the watermelon is so imaginary!

If you hit me with your monthly ticket every day, you see that I am worthless!