World of Cultivation

Section 318 Humanoid Steel Bomb

Zuo Mo and Xiao Niang's eyes are intertwined, and they are at heart.

The time is not long, the Suzaku camp has been restored, and the configuration of the Suzaku Camp is quite strong. Everyone carries enough spar to restore the spiritual power quickly. He glanced at the dragon again, noting that Shulong had nowhere to look down and had to sigh the resilience of the magical power.

The strength of his body quietly recovered, and the strength of the big-day magic body exceeded that of the battalion and exceeded his imagination.

Zuo Mo straightened his back and turned his eyes to the three teams on the opposite side. His heart was filled with the belief that he must win!

The subtle tacit understanding among the people is unconsciously formed.

He spurred his body shape, and at the same time, Zhuqueying and Weiying began to move at the same time.

The Suzaku Camp is like a breeze, gathering in the air, elegant and ethereal, with its unique sword-like smothering. The Guard Camp is like a heavy steel torrent, not fast, but full of ruin, and overbearing.

Zuo Mo was at the forefront of the team. He licked his lips and his eyes were drooping. His figure was like a javelin standing proudly. He was surrounded by thunder walnuts and brought a silver awn.

Behind him, the Suzaku Camp is ready to go. If you look closely, you will find that the entire Suzaku Camp is like a slightly twitching spring, full of dangerous atmosphere. The grandson did not sit on the broad Qingyun sword as usual. He stood up, his eyes bent into crescents, and his face showed a shy smile. In the eyes of the Suzaku cultivators, there was a ray of fanaticism and blade-like light.

Behind the right wing, the Guard Camp remained silent. They are like a group of ancient trenches from the millennium ago, motionless. In the middle of the team, Shulong was stunned and stunned. Black heavy armor, wrapped them in a tight air, the low-pitched eyes revealing the suffocating air, let people feel the torrent of this deadly torrent, the rushing war!

The actions of Zuo Mo and others immediately attracted the attention of everyone. The three sons of Tianlingzi changed slightly, and they took the team back 50 feet. Zuo Mo took out twenty Leiyin walnuts and smashed the thoughts of their hearts. But the latest news has given them hope to share a piece of cake.

They have just made up their minds and absolutely do not take the initiative to provoke the Jinwu City Lord. As long as they don’t lose, they will be able to share some credit after the war. They are ready to pull away the distance at any time.

Zuo Mo decided to make a quick decision.

He raised his right hand, in the void, kneeling down: "Kill!"

Xiao Niang is like a crescent-eyed eye, flashing a cold mang. The Suzaku Camp, which had already been ready for a long time, suddenly exploded. There are hundreds of swordsmen and tears in the air!

The blade screamed and screamed.

Shulong screamed: "Kill!"

The black gas rushed, and countless black gas collected, turned into a black torrent, vaguely serpentine, which sent a low scream.

The sky is suddenly dark.

The scent of destruction and the murderousness of the hustle and bustle filled the sky, and everyone was eclipsed.

The three people only felt cold in the hands and feet, and all of them looked pale. Until then, they realized how stupid their thoughts were! There was a strong remorse in the heart of Tian Lingzi. At this time, he couldn’t take care of the other, and he screamed and screamed: "Retract..."

His pupils dilated and he looked down and saw a hand in his chest.

The sorcerers around the celestial spirit looked at him like a ghost, and the fear in the depths of the scorpion spread like a spider web in the bottom of my heart.

A figure with a golden wing on its back disappears in their field of vision.

This hit, perfect!

The bright wings on the back trembled, and a plentiful force surged like a tide. His body flew like a lightning bolt. Zuo Mo did not panic in the war, his heart was surprisingly quiet. He carefully understands the power behind the Ming dynasty, under the power of terror, it is not easy to control the figure.

This battle is a perfect opportunity.

As for Leiyin walnut, waste is shameful...

On the back of the Ming dynasty, there was a tremor, and in front of the scene, he appeared in front of a repairer less than half a mile away.

Desperate!

There was still some smug left blame, no time to react, and slammed into the other's hood.

Ping!

The hood was broken and the left is not left. He slammed into the other's arms.

Zuo Mo only heard a scream and a broken bone, like hitting a sandbag. In desperation, he subconsciously urged the back of the Ming dynasty, a large force passed, and the figure disappeared uncontrollably.

I saw him as a human-shaped iron ball that was completely out of control, and plunged into the crowd and flew between the crowds.

However, his big-day magic body is extremely strong, and the speed of horror is superb. Wherever he goes, his bones are broken and his screams are endless.

When he sees the other side, he can't hurt himself. He simply does not care about it and concentrates on controlling the Ming Dynasty. Only by truly controlling the Ming Yi wing can he have the capital of a battle with Jin Dan. The six changes of the big-day magic body, all of them are tyrannical, as long as they can use their own hand, the strength soars.

The Suzaku Camp is another style. Each song is like a knife. They are like a slaughterer's body. They are precise and calm, not uneasy.

The Guard Camp stayed in place, but the black air of the dance was very different, and it suddenly became a big snake, and sometimes turned into countless fine snakes. The little devils are so strange and unpredictable that they are used to the fullest.

However, whether it is the Suzaku camp wave rushing, or the small battalion of the Guard Camp, they dare not approach the left and half.

Zuo Mo’s rampage, seeing all the people in the Suzaku camp are not in the mood, they are far away. Hey, if you accidentally get bumped, you will be here today. Everyone who was hit by the boss screamed, screaming like a sandbag, drawing an exaggerated arc and smashing it.

No one is alive!

No one is living, just being hit...

They are chilling, and they look at the scores. The boss’s gesture of hitting someone else is very strange. This is obviously a sign that the boss can’t control. The boss who was out of control was killed and killed. It was really wronged, and there was no place for reason.

The defenders of the Suzaku camp have opened a distance with the left Moola, simply pulling out a large arc, from the outside to the big circle to kill those who want to escape.

The smile of the grandson was stiff on his face, and he looked at the sky blankly.

Compared with the active avoidance of Zhuqueying, the Weiying camp is even more depressed. Originally saw the shun of the Suzaku camp, they still have a bit of pride, anyway, they are remote and very safe.

But very quickly, they also looked blank.

The blackness of the little demon, I don’t know why, as long as the boss is close, it is as crazy as uncontrollable, and escapes. In a short period of time, the black gas consumed by the enemy has not been stunned by the boss.

What is this scenario……

The first time I encountered such a weird situation, Shulong only had a bitter smile.

In desperation, he had to control the little demon and kill him on the periphery of the enemy.

The battlefield in the sky creates a very strange scene. The battlefield outer circle formed by the Little Devil and the Suzaku Camp is like a copper wall, and no one can escape.

In the middle of this sphere, the hustle and bustle of the percussion sounds are endless.

Left to see the other side also hurt their own big magic body, simply do not go to the posture, just concentrate on controlling the bright wings behind.

Then he saw him in a variety of weird postures, and at a surprising speed, knocked a famous person out of the spherical battlefield.

The spirit of the Suzaku camp is highly tense, and they are nervous about the enemies that have been hit. No one will make a supplement to these enemies. They are nervous not to be hit by these enemies. There was an unlucky Suzaku camper who was slightly injured by a flying enemy.

It’s really a disaster!

After only a while, the enemies in the spherical battlefield collapsed completely, and they broke out like crazy!

In the sky, like a blade-like rush, it suddenly became great!

The little devil was fully launched, not leaving his hand.

The screams of the enemy are endless, and a group of chaotic flowers are bursting in the sky. They have the following dumplings and they are falling.

These heavenly waters were repaired, their minds were taken, their morale was low, and the whole team collapsed at an alarming rate. A group of people who lost their command, no morale, and no fighting spirit, like a group of sheep to be slaughtered in front of an elite teacher like Zhuqueying and Weiying.

The ruthless killings lasted only a short half-hour, and the entire battlefield was swept away.

None of the onlookers could remain calm, and they looked pale and stared at the empty battlefield, watching the men of Jinwu City systematically search the battlefield.

This group of people's skillful techniques, the movements of the agility, these actions without a little killing, after such a battle, let the Tianshui practitioners smell the blood and fire.

"It's really fragile!" Lei Peng pulled a piece of jade from a body and said coldly: "Just like a bunch of ***, I also want to fight our ideas, I really don't know how to live."

"Many fortune, birds for food, what is strange? We are not the same in the same year?" The green head did not lift, and the hands were moving.

Lei Peng was said to be staying, thinking about it, nodding his head and saying: "It is also true." Frowning thought for a moment, he squinted again: "But we are different now. But what is different?"

When the green hand stagnation, he straightened up and revealed seriously: "It is not the same." But he can't say the same, it is different.

After thinking for a long time, Lei Peng was impatient: "Forget it, take care of these things. Follow the boss, anyway, this live method, I feel good, and it is worth it!"

"Yeah." The year was green, and his eyes were deep: "Yes, not dead in the hills, we have earned enough."

Zuo Mo gasped, he used this kind of real play for the first time. I didn’t think it was right now. I just stopped and felt the pain that I couldn’t tell. From time to time, he was so painful that he couldn’t help but feel that there was a limit to the big magic body.

"You are too hot!"

The sky suddenly heard a female voice with a whimper. Zuo Mo looked up and found that a woman repaired his nose and was angrily angry.

Quietly around.

The repairers around Zuo Mo, all face down.

"What? Do you want to kill me?" The female monk flew out of the crowd. She had tears in her eyes and looked excited: "They are not resisting. Why can't you put them in a path of life? Why do you want to kill them?" ”