Fantasy: Become A Saint At The Start

Chapter 193 is riddled with holes

Before he could feel the pain, he was burned to ashes even with his feathers.

Pray for sunshine.

between time.

Kill two top Sage peak powerhouses in a row!

“It is forbidden to use swords here!” The witch’s Shen Baijing voice came from a hundred miles away.

Tianluo weaving the net has been completed!

The laws of this place are all decided by her witch Shen Baijing!

Even though, Qing Yangzi couldn’t stop Su Ye for half an instant.

Even if King Golden-winged Xiaopeng took the initiative to die.

Even if there are people from the upper realm at this time, there are only her witch Shen Baiqing-04 people left!

but.

At the moment when Qingyangzi and Xiaopengwang still won it for her, she weaved the net and followed the law.

Su Ye sword style is not old.

At the moment when a big sun at the tip of the sword was sent into Xiaopeng Wang’s body.

He has already used the fourth move, the eighth form of the Samsara Killing Sword.

Pray for rain!

When the word of the law of the witch’s white eyes came.

Su Ye coldly laughed: “It’s too late!”

Samsara’s killing sword has been released!

The rainstorm is coming!

This rain, prayed from outside Nine Heavens.

This rain, out of the Five Elements, is not within the law!

This rain is the nectar of Jianmu!

The rain fell like a meteor.

The torrential rain came in from the outside, and the Tianluo net was riddled with holes.

Before the witch Shen Baiqing shouted the second sentence.

Giant trees.

Like an explosion in the web, it grows in an instant!

“Crack, crack, crack…

moment.

The weaving net was propped up by the towering tree that exploded and grew in an instant.

“Bang! Rumble! Rumble!”

In front of the Second Realm Gate, Tian Luozhi’s net was immediately burst by a towering tree, making a roar of shaking the ground.

The shock wave instantly spread thousands of miles away.

The melon-eating spectators in the Eastern Wasteland, which is a thousand miles away, were like dust, and were blown away by this wave of shock waves.

in this shock wave.

Only one spectator standing in front of the gate of the realm saw the rainstorm.

Confusion appeared on his face.

After a while, the pretty face burst into a happy smile.

The torrential rain that Su Ye prayed for.

Let Liu Shen have a kind of intimacy in his heart, like a baby smelling the fragrance of milk.

Two styles, kill three soldiers.

Su Ye’s eyes alternated between dim and bright, and the monstrous killing intent of Samsara’s killing sword in Ren Tang continued to rise.

weak.

It’s just too weak.

He originally intended to use five people from the upper realm to sharpen his fourth move of the Samsara killing sword.

It’s just that, at this moment, five people from the upper realm who Su Ye thought were worthy of a battle.

Just let the fourth move of the seventy-two sword, grind out eight.

After that, there are still sixty-four forms.

Like a jade in a stone, there is no chance to display it.

If Su Ye didn’t have the chance to finish the seventy-two forms, then the fourth move of Samsara’s killing sword would not have the chance to be integrated.

And he is only one step away from the Great Sacred Realm.

When his mood comes naturally, even if he doesn’t want to step into the Great Sacred Realm too quickly, he will automatically step into it with the Ascension of his perception and ability.

Once you step into the Great Holy Land.

Combat power, vision, and mood—277 changes.

The fourth move of Samsara’s killing sword will be forever sealed and unable to penetrate.

only.

Before fighting the three of them.

Su Ye has already realized a truth in the fate of the human race obtained by the identity of the people in the Eastern Wasteland.

That is, the process of moving forward is the chance for him to Su Ye.

Similarly, whether you can meet an opponent who can sharpen a complete fourth move, as long as you have the fighting intention in your heart.

Then there is the chance.

Thinking of this, the urgency and impetuousness that had just risen in Su Ye’s heart disappeared immediately.

He stretched out his hand to take a photo, and the cover ring that Qingyangzi floated in the air appeared in his palm.

Su Ye turned around in the air and looked at the immortal gates of the Eastern Wasteland families, thousands of miles away, which were scraped by Tianluo’s nets.