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When the other golden figures folded their hands, he realized that his heart was terrified, and he couldn't hold his body in shape. The bones and wings imdiately wrapped around him. At the sa ti, the sky-fire ancient ruler waved at an unprecedented speed. A thick defensive wall ford around.
Between life and death can most inspire people's potential, and it can also make people use the ans that they have never thought of before. In the past, it was Long Ye who was in charge of the defense. In the brutal group battles in the bloodshed of killing, and the main defense of chaos was indestructible. Xiao Yan only killed the enemy, and he would not use his brain on defense. He never thought of him. Ruler shadow can also be used for defense. Right now, nearly a thousand golden figures are about to explode at the sa ti. The energy of the burst is not sothing he can bear with the bones and wings. Only then he unconsciously waved countless rulers around him to form a shadow wall. I just want to be able to buffer a few points, and how much can be defended, which is completely an instinct between life and death.
It is this subconscious instinct that not only allowed Xiao Yan to survive in a situation where it was almost impossible to get lucky, but also gave him a good defense.
Although the duration of the air wave shock wave that nearly a thousand golden figures blew up at the sa ti is short, its destructive power is large enough to describe it by shaking the sky. The side of Xiao Yan's thickened ruler wall facing the shock wave extinguished instantly. However, after declining layer by layer, when the air wave shock wave blasted on Xiao Yan, his power was already much weaker. Xiao Yan was just bursting with blood and was lifted off and held on for another mont before being destroyed by the ruler's shadow wall. After that, his eyes were weak.
The battle is not necessarily over yet! Xiao Yan quickly obeyed God Fudan. It seed as if a century had passed, and he stood up, his clothes ragged, his face pale, and his blood stained. Seeing that everyone was safe below, he was relieved, and he turned his eyes to the red-haired middle-aged man standing in the middle of the distance looking at him.
The red-haired middle-aged man's robe flutters, his breath is faint, and his original tall body has beco a little embarrassed. Where is the half-star emperor who should have the montum, it is just an ordinary person. Xiao Yan understands that the price for the middle-aged red-haired man to perform this trick is not his life, but all his cultivation. Xiao Yan felt inexplicably relieved.
Hold still in my heart, Xiao Yan's eyes brought the aning of inquiry: are we a takeover of this stunt?
The middle-aged red-haired man looked at Xiao Yan with unabashed appreciation in his eyes. A mont later he whispered, "Congratulations. The treasure house will open, you go."
"How about you?" Xiao Yan asked blurtly.
"?" The expression of the middle-aged and red-haired man looked a little embarrassed, as if he was rembering the countless years guarded here, and he recovered his mind after a while, chuckling, "My mission is over, it is ti to follow the emperor."
The language was very peaceful, but it made Xiao Yan extrely sad. Yeah, no matter whether the middle-aged red-haired man has survived from ancient tis to the real body, or exists in so other form, he ca n’t really go to the world of the current Doujiu mainland and follow him. Emperor Xiaoya who has followed his whole life will be his only destination. Xiao Yan opened his mouth and wanted to say sothing, but did not know what he could say, so he looked at the red-haired middle-aged man in silence and paid his respectful attention to his dedication and faith in his heart.
The red-haired middle-aged was also silent. Then he smiled, waved at Xiao Yan and everyone, and walked slowly outside the square.
Watching the red-haired middle-aged man, watching his drowsy figure in the light and shadow, everyone is feeling an indescribable sentintality.
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