Chapter: 7870
I am still more afraid of the secret technique performed by the commoner man just now.

The two decided to join forces to kill him and start a duel.

"Come into space!"

"I hate it!"

Facing the intensive attack, the civilian man shouted sharply: "You will die!"

boom!

He chose to blew himself up.

Huge energy began to vent.

At this time, Cheng Kong just raised his hand slightly, and his mind dissipated the energy of self-explosion.

"you."

Cheng Kong gestured to another old man in civilian clothes.

The old man's eyes were calm, watching the confrontation between the two people in front of him, and Yuanyang Palace finally won the victory.

Then he came on stage.

"My name is Shisong, and I have been at the peak of God Transformation for a hundred years, but in the past hundred years, I have fallen from the peak of Void Refining. I am invincible at the God Transformation Realm, and I will win many victories for the Sky King. "

The old man was imposing and confident, speaking flattering words, not only wanted to survive later, but even wanted to be Kong's subordinate.

Now they are just some servants and slaves, if they can become subordinates, in his opinion, it is a great opportunity.

"Fallen cultivation?" Bai Yi, the holy son of Yuanyang Palace, was a little interested. He felt that his injured servant might not be able to defeat him in this round.

Mo Qinghan's face was cold, this round must be won.

The Xingyao Dynasty sent a man who looked to be about twenty years old, with short hair, dark eyes, and a dark breath.

"war!"

The old man let out a loud shout, with majestic momentum, a French stick appeared in his hand, he pointed forward, and many phantom meteorites formed from behind him, smashing towards the two opponents like a broken bamboo.

"this......"

The man from Yuanyang Palace fell into despair.

This is definitely an invincible powerhouse at the peak of Transformation God.

Even if he wasn't injured, he couldn't stop this lore.

"My life is in danger."

He sighed deeply, resisted desperately, and finally died under the meteorite formation.

"The next opponent."

The old man carried it on his hands.

In his eyes, the black-eyed man had also fallen.