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Seeing that his proud soul skill was extinguished by Yang Ming's finger, Ma Junhong's fat face was suffocated with purple and blue. For his arrogant son, he was just stepping on his face and ruthless. Twist fiercely!

   "I don't believe it, this is not true, this must be an illusion!"

   seemed to explain for the scene before him, and seemed to be cheering himself up. After taking a deep breath, Ma Junhong suddenly lit the second soul ring under his feet.

"boom!"

At the beginning of a burst, a fierce purple firework burned from Ma Junhong. This flame was not as domineering as Qinglian’s earth fire, and it did not burn the clothes on Ma Junhong completely, but it wrapped the whole body, but it also made Ma Junhong's overall momentum is extraordinary.

  Ma Jun's red eyes spit out a fiery flame, a purple flame as a clothing, and the flames in his mouth spit out, setting him like a **** of fire, the majesty of majesty, not a lifetime!

   Tang San's brows squeezed into a Sichuan shape, faintly felt a little headache.

  Now that Yang Ming’s Wuhun was his nemesis, forget it. I didn’t expect to meet another nemesis at Shrek College. How did he live?

   Tang San bowed his head and looked at his left hand, secretly saying:

   "It seems that it is time to find a way to exercise the martial spirit in my left hand."

   Relying on his ability to fly in the sky, Ma Junhong put his arms around his chest and stared at Yang Ming with a condescending expression, saying:

"Laozi’s Wuhun is the best evil phoenix in the world. Since I awakened Wuhun, there has never been a defeat. The following boy, you listen to me. If you obediently give Laozi a place, Laozi will wait Let you lose less pain!"

   It seems that Ma Junhong is very confident in his state.

   But I have to say that Wuhun Evil Phoenix does indeed deserve the world's first-class Wuhun.

   It's just that Ma Junhong can only blame him for his bad luck, and confront Yang Ming.

   Listening to Ma Junhong's rant, Yang Ming shook his head and said:

   "It seems that you haven't listened to what I just said."

   "I have said, you can pretend to be better than them, just play with me and kill you!"

  Ma Jun's face changed slightly, he always thought he was already arrogant, but he didn't expect to meet someone more arrogant than him!

"you wanna die!"

  Ma Junhong's arms fluttered, like a fighter diving down, and a long tongue of flames spitting from the mouth rolled from top to bottom, with a fierce wind coming from the face.

  If you change to someone else, you may feel a headache for Ma Junhong.

   Ma Junhong is covered with purple flames, even if it is not easy to break the defense, it will let himself be hurt by flames. Besides, Ma Junhong can fly in the sky and can support a kite strategy battle.

   Faced with Ma Junhong's attack, Yang Ming was only a little pity. He had to change his clothes just to change.

   The thought turned, and the deep Wannian soul under his feet circulated with light.

Ten Thousand Years Soul Ring is also graded. The difference between the Soul Ring obtained by killing Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast and the Soul Ring obtained by killing Nine Thousand Year Soul Beast is like the difference in height between the hill and Mount Tai. .

   As Ragnaros, the king of the Balrogs who dominates World of Warcraft, when he merged into the world of Douluo, his strength was obviously weakened, but his strength was second only to that of 100,000 years of Soul Ring.

The gray fly produced by the burning silk floated in the air. In Ma Junhong's horrified eyes, Yang Ming was wrapped in a blue firework like him, and then his body expanded like a bloated balloon, and suddenly passed over the top of his head. Formed a behemoth more than 20 meters high.

   In front of the king of the flame demon, Ma Junhong is small like a large cockroach. Feeling the timid emotion from the faint phoenix phoenix, he looked dumbfounded.

   "Are you kidding me?"

  Ma Junhong did not believe in evil spirits. The spitting tongue was slender like a straw in front of the king of the flame demon, and fell straight on Yang Ming's body without even a spark.

   Yang Ming slaps in the past without hesitation, just like flying an annoying fly.

   The huge palm cover like a canopy was pressed down, and a huge black shadow enveloped Ma Junhong. As soon as he was born, the second Buddha ascended to heaven, and he wished to lose weight and lose weight.

   Fanned his arms and long feathers, Ma Junhong hoped to escape the disaster.

  Unfortunately, after all, he was too fat, slowed down a lot, and was slapped on the ground by Yang Ming.

  Boom!

   A sudden roar, Tang San and Xiao Wu hurry to cover their ears, otherwise they will definitely hurt the eardrum.

   A human-shaped pothole was smashed on the ground, which was not very deep. After all, Yang Ming and Ma Junhong had no hatred yesterday, just a little bit of quarrel in the dispute.

  But even though Yang Ming was merciful, Ma Junhong was lying in the humanoid pothole, and he still felt the bones all over his body were smashed, and there was no place where it didn't hurt.

   says that women are made of water, and you can never guess what a woman is thinking.

  Cuihua just quarreled with Ma Junhong and wanted to break up. At this time, when she saw Ma Junhong's life and death unknown, she ran to tears in her eyes.

  Cuihua lifted the dirt from Ma Junhong's face and saw him frowning at him strangely.

   "Ma Junhong, how are you doing?"

  Ma Junhong wanted to stand up, but the muscles all over his body did not listen to the call, and even the little brother he was most proud of did not react at all. He suddenly cried with fear and said:

   "Cuihua, I feel like I am dying, otherwise, before you die, will you give me one more time?"

  This is... love all you die?

   Yang Ming just changed his suit and came over, and when he heard this, his face suddenly turned black.

  Will villagers like Cuihua endure such slurs like Ma Junhong~www.ltnovel.com~ With a flushed face, seeing Yang Ming came over as if he had found a savior and was anxious:

   "Don't hurt Ma Junhong, in fact, he is a good person, but I can't stand him a little bit."

   "Of course I know this." Yang Ming said lightly: "Otherwise, he had been slapped to death by me."

  Ma Junhong closed his eyes and secretly said:

  Forget it, let me die, just be beaten to death, but still be slapped to death, I can’t afford to lose this person!

   I thought about everything, but Ma Jun's red eyelids twitched slightly, obviously listening to Yang Ming's conversation.

  Yang Ming put aside the entanglement of Cuihua and kicked Ma Junhong's arm with his feet, saying:

   "Don't pretend to die, I will ask you, do you want to live?"

"miss you."

   "Well, you call me grandpa."

   "Grandpa."

   Everyone was surprised, but Ma Junhong was so shameless.

  Ma Junhong raised his eyelids and saw the expression of other people who could not help but tossed his lips, saying:

   "Don't you have heard of it, is it better to live than to die?"