"Ding Lingling..."

The first thought in Chen Fan's mind is that it is not good when the bell rings in his ear!

The first time, chen fan wants to deal with this magic sound, but he is surprised to find that he can't move!

In my heart, there is a warning sign. If we know that Chen Fan's fighting at this level, a moment's loss of consciousness may lead to the situation of eternal separation of life and death.

Let alone chen fan can't move now.

At this moment, it is not only chen fan, but also Zhou Qingtian, the three million black clothed army, and the Zhou army, which only survived one million people.

On the whole battlefield, any living creature is imprisoned in an instant!

It's just because I heard a strange jingle of bells.

Just because of the magic weapon in Kong Yunlong's hands!

"Hey, chen fan, chen fan, where is your momentum? Don't you let me leave my life behind? Aren't you very confident?"

"Tell me, where is your confidence?"

The voice gradually increased, the last sentence, Kong Yunlong almost roared out.

When he recalled the fear in his heart when he faced chen fan before, Kong Yunlong was extremely angry.

Originally, he thought that even if Chen Fan was strong, he could not surpass himself.

But now Kong Yunlong finally understood.

In fact, Kong Yunlong's specific accomplishments are higher than Chen Fan's.

But even so.

Through the previous momentum confrontation induction, Chen fanuo wants to kill Kong Yunlong.

It's easy!

Kong Yunlong was afraid in his heart, which called out the magic weapon given to him by the pope before he left.

This string of bells is the Pope's favorite thing. If it wasn't for it, Kong Yunlong would have been in a different place at the moment!

"Chen fan, the most wrong decision you have made in your life is to make enemies with me. Today, Kong must ask you to come back. Some people can't be provoked!"

With an angry mouth, Kong Yunlong rushes directly to Chen fan.

The hand is a claw, and a faint green spiritual power wave appears in the palm, and with the constant approach to Chen fan, the dark green spiritual power fluctuation is still increasing!

However, at this moment, the most unexpected thing happened!

"Noisy!"

Chen fan, whose whole body is bound, can't move at all and can't speak at all.

Two words come out of my mouth!

This scene immediately shocked Kong Yunlong.

Why can't even the Pope's magic weapon control chen fan.

How strong should he be?

Before he had time to think about it, Kong Yunlong's first thought came to mind.

Back!

Get back!

It's just everything, it's too late!

Chen Fan's body suddenly disappeared in place. When he reappeared, a hand had strangled Kong Yunlong's throat!

"As I said, I will leave your life today. Do you think you can live with only one magic weapon?"

Without a trace of emotion in his words, chen fan's killing heart at this moment is expanding unprecedentedly.

Just now, if it wasn't for the traction of the breath in his body, which helped Chen Fan break the shackles of the string of bells, it would be hard to say now.

For Kong Yunlong, who nearly put himself in danger, chen fan's attitude has always been only one.

Kill!

"You You can't kill me, I I am a descendant of the Pope... "

Kong Yunlong in the middle of the air is constantly struggling. For the first time in his life, he feels that he can't cope at all.

Obviously, chen fan and his accomplishments can not be checked much, but the momentum and combat power are like a mountain that can never be crossed, which is admirable.

Chen Fan didn't say a word. He let Kong Yunlong struggle, and he was about to cut his throat.

But at this time, a melodious and indifferent voice came from the deep of the sky.

"Chen Xiaoyou, can you give me a face and spare me this traitor once?"

As soon as he said this, chen fan's pupils contracted violently and looked at the horizon unconsciously.

Deep in the clouds, a projection was standing.

He could not see his face clearly, and his voice was a little old. He was in a dark red robe, and half of his body's projection was hidden in the clouds.

Chen Fan's hand gradually retracted, and finally he threw Kong Yunlong into the air like a dead dog.

Staring at the deep projection of the cloud, chen fan was in high spirits at this moment, revealing a sense of eager to try!

"All right, pope!"