"Ho..."
Inexplicable Roar echoed in the air, the faint is a touch of unimaginable pain in the middle of the color.
The Terrible Breath of the sword, like a worm of the tarsus, lingered in its wound.
Even as strong as an alligator, it couldn't stand the pain.
However, this is just a silver-haired middle-aged flick.
Thought of here, the emperor looked at the distant middle-aged crocodile silver eyes, has been flashed a touch of deep fear.
There was, of course, more anger.
"Ho..."
Out of nowhere in the valley beyond.
At the same time, a bloodthirsty smell was rising.
And just then,
Silently staring at the middle-aged man in the distance, the emperor crocodile suddenly looked up at the sky and roared.
"Ho..."
It's like thunder, it's like the sky.
At the same time, his whole body vibrated wildly, like a motor.
The muscles were pulsating, and so was the force.
"Ho..."
With a roar, the crocodile is heading for middle age with its silver hair.
"Still hanging on?"
Between the light laugh, the silver hair middle-aged actually was has studied in the hand the long sword, wiped off on the long sword last drop of blood.
For a moment, he looked up again.
Silver hair middle-aged eyes deep unexpectedly is flash past a touch of sharp sword light.
"Kill."
With a light drink, he stepped out, as if on a cloud, but in an instant pulled in front of the emperor crocodile.
The long sword in his hand moved gently, leaving a trail of blood.
At the same time, his whole person is erratic, but it is just right to avoid the emperor crocodile culled.
And this, is the peak of the human strong, and Emperor Crocodile fight.
It's not so much a battle as a massacre.
It was sad and terrible.
Of course, in the heart of the Misty Mountain, a mournful wail began to echo.
It sounded both a warning and a reminder.
Yet the wariness of this wail is growing stronger.
And will not retreat,
behind us is the sacred tree, and we must not take a step back.
....
And just then, inside Beiyu Canyon,.
As if sensing something, the Golden Ant's face changed abruptly.
"Brother Four."
With a loud shout, the golden ant smashed the chest of the human being in front of him and rushed after him.
On the other side.
Among the trees, the white tiger and the thorns that roamed were equally stunned.
"What is this?"
In the sound of suspicion, the thorns were already looking in the direction of Beiyu Canyon.
For a moment, looking at the fog rolling, the ground is coming from the faint vibration, two people looked at each other, face is suddenly big change.
"Go."
With that, the white tiger suddenly turned around and rushed madly after him.
How is that possible?
As strong as my fourth brother, how can he make such a plaintive sound.
It's a warning to stay away.
No Way. No Way.
My heart roared, and the White Tiger's speed increased again.
However, it is faster than the white tiger, or the golden ant, etc. .
"Sing, sing, sing..."
One after the other, the sky was filled with tiny shadows.
But at the moment, this several dark shadows just like the arrow leaving chord, the cloud that splits in an instant, go straight to Beiyu Canyon and go.
Their speed, as they spread their wings, accelerated.
And it is accelerating,
until a certain moment, as if to break a critical point, the air is actually set off the sound of Sonic Boom.
"Boom, Boom, boom..."
Sonic Boom gradually rise, three peregrine falcons have been contracted wings, the whole body is in a terrible speed up the rotation.
Bullet dives-faster than anything else gives them unparalleled penetration, enough to rip through any defense. (note: side effects are terrible, and if one isn't too bad, their bodies may break down and turn to powder before they can rip their enemies apart.)
This is a terrible talent, but also a kind of life-for-life ruthless means.
Since his elevation to the ninth rank, the peregrine falcon has rarely used the gift of self-destruction.
However, at this time, listening to four elder brothers that desolate shrill wailing, these peregrine falcons are coincidentally driven by the fate of the talent.
"Boom..."
As the sonic boom intensifies, the ears go deaf.
But at this time, looking at the sky, impressive can be found in three huge storms, respectively, from three different directions, straight to a silver middle-aged and far away.
"What is this?"
As if sensing something, the silver-haired, middle-aged eyes also gave a slight stare.
For a moment, I raised my eyes,
one storm after another came into view.
"The mutant peregrine..."
In a rare moment of solemnity, the middle-aged silver-haired man gazed at the figure tearing the sky, his pupils shrinking.
Come on.
Too soon.
So fast that even he couldn't believe it.
Subconsciously raised the sword...
However, the next moment,
there was a loud bang, and he was knocked off his feet.
But before he could land, another storm fell.
"Boom."
With a terrible roar, he was blown deep into the earth
"Boom, Boom, boom..."
In a series of booms, the Earth begins to collapse.
In an instant, a hole tens of meters deep was exposed.
However, it is incredible, that a middle-aged silver hair, was a one-handed hold of a thick wall, like a shield stopped in front of his chest.
Not far from the palm of his hand, there is an impressive black, fist-sized bird is rotating at an alarming speed.
For a moment, the sparks flew.
"The amazing speed, coupled with this rotation, is a step into the body, the explosion of extraordinary power."
In a whisper, a peregrine falcon, silver-haired and middle-aged, peering into the palm of its hand, flashed a flash of heat.
Somehow, though, these peregrines were able to be nurtured so well.
But I have to say, he was tempted.
If he could use a mutant bird like this... Why worry about the Sky?
Think of here, silver middle-aged mouth is also slightly warped.
His right hand flipped over and caught the falcon in its grasp.
"You're good enough to be a threat to the superhuman."
At this point, the silver-haired middle-aged man dusts his chest and adds:
"It's just, too bad you met me."
The words fall, the silver hair middle age is also to ignore the struggling of the peregrine falcon in the hand, slightly hold it tightly, afterward, walk toward the Earth's surface slowly.
Now that the prehistoric crocodile was badly wounded,
these peregrine falcons, once again, have broken out, one after another...
Although, he is also by a certain degree of minor injuries, but ultimately is no big deal.
In other words, the game is won.
The thought of it makes the middle-aged silver-haired man's eyes a little more eager.
Looking into the depths of the canyon, more than a touch of unspeakable expectations.
To be able to breed the mutant peregrine falcon and the mutant emperor crocodile so well.
That's something to look forward to. What's in it?
...
However, at this time, the middle-aged man did not know that the Earth thousands of meters deep, a red shirt is the drum swing, such as ink hair windless automatically.
"I didn't mean to kill you."
In the middle of the Whisper, an amazing spiritual power was rising.