In an instant, the foreign tribe made excitement sounds.

Luo Heng and Guoguo turned their backs to Su Yun, their bodies trembled slightly, and in the end they could only leave unwilling to leave!

They understand!

Su Yun is buying time!

Because, he is now the must-kill target of the Magic Disaster Star Domain!

Swish swish swish swish!

Soon, a large number of foreign powerhouses appeared in the ruins.

When they stared at Su Yun, the greed on their faces was beyond words.

"Old Su!"

Guoguo couldn't help looking back, her eyes turned red.

Su Yun felt a strong sense of oppression, but there was no fear in his eyes with murderous intent.

The enemy is all strong;

But I'm leaving!

"kill!"

Su Yun suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

In an instant, heavy rain mixed with strong wind swept through.

He turned into a water knife and slashed out with a powerful murderous intent. The long and distant law of the divine way contained the way to slaughter the spirit, turning into the afterimage of the sword aura in the sky!

Puff puff puff!

Suddenly, more than ten people were cut into powder on the spot.

But at the same moment, foreigners also launched an offensive.

"Thunder Code!"

A peak realm master released endless thunder and lightning, like a sea of ​​thunder, and lightning burst through the void, like a dragon or a tiger wrapped in the laws of the divine way, slashing towards Su Yun's body.

But then, the afterimage of the sword light reappeared, becoming more and more frequent and more violent!

The 2,300th Knife!

Knife cuts down the lightning and destroys the sea of ​​thunder!

A bright and clear sky burst out!

boom!

A golden stick hit the void, which seemed slow but was actually fast. It hit Su Yun's back, knocking him out and smashing the ruins into dust.

But the next second, Su Yun rushed out again, shocking the Eight Star Realm Lord who was about to sneer.

This blow is invalid?

"Remember, the one who killed you, Su Yun!" he said with a grim smile.

The knife brings heavy rain.

In just one moment, two thousand five hundred swords were cut out!

From this moment on, the afterimage of the sword is even more like a funeral woven by rain flowers, surging in every corner of this ruin.
Chapter completed!