This monk Jiekong, who turned into an immovable Mingwang, was torn into two parts by Lu Yifan!

Blood sputtered on Zhao Wudao's body and face.

But he stood and moved without moving, as he was stunned.

What is the most powerful practitioner, what is the body of the Mingwang!

It seems like they were all jokes.

In Lu Yifan's hands, it was easily crushed and crushed like a dough!

Less than a minute.

There are only one of the dozen masters on the combat power list brought by Zhao Wudao, who are already dead.

And that one was obviously scared and just wanted to run away and didn't dare to fight.

now.

He was the only one standing there alone.

The whole audience was dead silent!

Xia Yingying covered her little mouth, unable to believe the scene in front of her!

These are the strongest people in Zhao State!!!

Unexpectedly, Lu Yifan killed them more easily than killing chickens.

Looking at the bloody scene.

Watching the blood rain falling in the sky.

Looking at Lu Yifan, who was bathed in the demon blood, like a demon god.

Xia Yingying is like a dream.

Several years have passed.

The so-called Chinese powerhouses she knew were at the time of the era of great cultivation.

Almost all fell.

What is the lord of Lingnan and the king of Jiangnan, all of them are as weak as dogs!

The Xia family was eliminated and became a prisoner who was inferior to the poor because they could not keep up with the times!

But what about Lu Yifan?

What has he experienced in the past few years?

Why can cultivation improve so quickly?

His combat power is probably comparable to dozens of low-level cultivation countries!

Zhao Wudao looked at Lu Yifan in a daze, and it took him a long time to recover.

He looked coldly and patted his palms three times.

"No, Lu Yifan, you are very good!"

There is no slight fear or fear.

Zhao Wudao's eyes were filled with appreciation.

"Do you still need to do it?"

Lu Yifan chuckled.

He kept his hand.

He even kept giving Zhao Wudao a chance.

After all, Zhao really has no hatred with him.

If Zhao Wudao could wake up from this.

Let me give you an explanation for the deaths of the First Evil Emperor and Huaikong.

Then, it’s no big deal to spare Zhao Wudao.

"Of course we're going to do it!"

Zhao Wudao's whole body was shocked!

Above my head, a round of sun rose like a scorching sun rising from the sea!

"That is the great prince's magical power, the sun is scorching during the day!"

"Now that kid is dead! Rumor has it that the eldest prince wants to release this magical power and lose most of his life, but his skill will be increased five times instantly!

If Lu Yifan killed so many people with the eldest prince, how could he have a way out?”

The onlookers in the distance shook their heads and sighed, or gloated.

at this time.

The eldest prince Zhao Wudao pointed at Lu Yifan and said loudly:

"My father gave me his honorary title Wudao to me because he wanted me to inherit the Zhao Kingdom in the future!

Lu Yifan, I’m sorry, you met me today!

Compared to my father, I am even more invincible!!!”

Zhao Wudao said something.

The scorching sun above my head burst into brighter, more radiant, and more scorching light than the sun in the sky!

In a moment.

The temperature in Xuanwu City has risen by dozens of degrees!

Everyone just felt like they were taking a hot bath at the highest temperature of the water heater!

There are also many mortals without cultivation who were instantly scalded to death!

"Lu Yifan just needs to give me an explanation and I can spare you."

Zhao Wudao's voices became like electronic mixes, which looked particularly weird.

"What explanation?"

Lu Yifan's expression remained unchanged.

"Submit to me, build more territory for me, and be my founding minister of Zhao Wudao!

Or, die!!!”

Zhao Wudao decisively cut off the railway.

"You still don't understand my advice to you before..."

Lu Yifan sighed lightly, and for a moment he was exhausted and he didn't want to say more.

What kind of compassion do an ants have when a high-ranking human being forgives it, which is not understood at all.

"If you don't surrender, you will die!"

"Above mortals, under the gods, day is eternal!"

Zhao Wudao shouted violently.

That moment.

The scorching sun behind his head began to split continuously and split again!

In an instant, hundreds of suns shining on the earth were scorching!

The road was burned like boiling water, tumbling!

Many onlookers have already caught fire.

Lu Yifan covered Xia Yingying's body with a thread of energy.

Resist the burning of hundreds of suns!

Countless powerful people in Zhao were shocked.

"A hundred days have you seen this? The eldest prince has practiced this magical power to such a terrible level?"

"So terrifying! Who can withstand hundreds of attacks from the scorching sun?"

"The temperature alone has already made the monks below the Nascent Soul stage unable to withstand it, so there is no attack!"

"Now Lu Yifan is afraid that there is not even a scum left?"

Zhao Wudao pointed at the air!

Hundreds of scorching sun shine!

"Your escape has no way out!"

"Lu Yifan, under the scorching sun during the day, let glory die!"
To be continued...