World of Cultivation

Not far away, several Hanging Temple whistle whistle in the whistle, looking around with vigilance and looking for the enemy.

"Do you start now?" The orange-haired demon turned over and asked the dragon.

"Shut up!" Avin squeezed out two words from his teeth and glared at the orange hair.

This idiot is actually talking at this time! Really no discipline!

Shulong looked helplessly and looked at his orange hair demon, so he shook his head and said softly: "Let's wait."

"You have to wait..." The orange hair demon flattened his mouth and muttered.

Shulong patiently said: "They have not entered our attack range, which is not conducive to us to launch a surprise attack."

The orange-haired demon completely ignores the gaze of Awen, and he doesn’t understand: "Why are we going to raid?"

Awen can't help but: "Idiot, the assault is easier to get!"

The orange hair enchanted the sound, and suddenly realized: "Understood, you are afraid to beat."

"You can't beat it!" Avin was like a cat who was stepping on his tail and smashed his hair.

"Why did you want to make a surprise attack?" The orange-haired demon looked strangely at Awen, and looked like "you are weird".

"You know a fart! This is a tactic!" Awen was a little dizzy by the orange hair demon.

"You are afraid to fight!" The orange hair demon expression is fixed, and the eyes are slantingly looking at Awen, which means it is difficult to understand.

A Wen touched the strange look of the orange hair demon, and rushed to the brain with blood: "Come here, let's play one!"

The people around me looked at the two people who couldn’t adjust.

The orange-haired demon head shook like a rattle.

"Afraid!" Awen looked disdainful.

The orange-haired demon shook his head: "I don't fight with the guy who is afraid of playing the enemy."

Awen is so angry that he smokes: "You..."

Shulong was full of black lines, and he decided that he would not bring the two men's teams again next time. Looked at the obvious notice of the spy on this side, Shulong helplessly said: "War fight!"

"That's right, there is a genius like me, there is no need for any surprise attack." The orange-haired demon smugly and smothered, slamming toward the other's whistle.

"Idiot..." Avon, who was furious, gnashed his teeth, like an arrow from the string, rushing toward the other side.

The two are like two angry faces, rushing to the forefront.

Others saw it and rushed out together.

The whistle of the Hanging Temple is the elite of the war department. They have received strict training from urinating, and they have rich experience in combat. They have been together for more than five years and have a tacit understanding.

They did not panic, and quickly formed a battlefield. The unique chanting of meditation brought a variety of radiance and emerged on them.

The dazzling scriptures linger in their bodies, and their looks calm and calm.

The captain of the head looked at the enemies who rushed over, and there was a slight disappointment in his eyes. His combat literacy was very solid after a hundred battles. The enemy looked imposing, but the battle was out of touch, and the match was completely inconsistent.

Is this the team that is not cold?

The captain did not know why, and his heart was relieved. You know, although the cold is not known outside, but no one in the Hanging Temple does not know, let alone the fierce clan. Everyone's heart is like a piece of stone, so heavy that it makes a little breathless, and the cold is the same level of warfare with Jiang Zhe!

This group of guys rushing up is not an aunt, it is estimated that it is not the cannon fodder.

He suddenly remembered, don't chill, there is another warrior, what is called Gongsun. The name of the warrior, he did not remember clearly, most people do not remember. However, the captain seems to have nothing to do with this.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

The captain sipped: "No phase!"

I saw the brilliance of their various colors, suddenly and rapidly spinning, the inexplicable strength formed.

The orange hair demon and Awen only noticed that the numerous rays of light in the foreground collapsed and swung in the middle, forming a colored vortex, which produced a powerful force in the vortex, pulling them to fly toward the vortex.

"Wow, what is this? I haven't seen it! Fireworks? It's so beautiful! It's a bit of a skill! Unfortunately, you met this genius, let this day tell you what is the true meaning of the battle..." Quickly spit out a lot of words, orange hair like flames drifting.

"Shut up! You are an idiot!" Awen not far away couldn't help but scream.

Orange hair demon turned his face, a serious: "You can never understand the thinking of genius, this is why you can not become a genius." Then immediately turned his face, and triumphantly toward the Hanging Temple: "Fans, trembling!"

"Shut up!" Awen’s forehead jumped blue and his expression was even more embarrassing.

The two men clung to their mouths, but the movements on their hands were extremely fast.

The orange-haired enchanting floats a layer of faint white flame. The color of this layer of flame is extremely light and almost transparent. His expression was exaggerated, screaming, wide open arms, and chattering in his mouth.

Awen’s body is full of black flames, rich black ink, with a unique rhythm and leaping. This layer of black flame is deeper and deeper than his previous killings, and it doesn't have a bit of breath, it seems to be harmless.

"The genius of the genius attack, the genius of no enemy flesh fire!" Open the arms of the orange hair demon with the white flame, like a smashing cannonball, dragging the white light tail, directly to the other side of the battlefield!

"Kill!" Awen suddenly angered, stepping over the spear! His movements are smooth and full of beauty, and the black flames of the body are poured into the black spears. Only the spears are turned into a silent black man, and they are not in the center of the color vortex.

Stupid!

The captain sneered, it was so stupid that two people would like to come to the battlefield!

Then the smile quickly solidified on his face.

boom!

All the meditation bodies are shocked, all the verses of all the light in them are shattered and turned into little light!

How can it be?

The captain was eclipsed and the battle was broken!

The other two people actually broke their battles directly. Is these two people in the Yuan Ying period?

But at this time, he could not be allowed to think more. The instinct formed by the years of warfare allowed him to make the most direct counterattack, a roar, a verse on his forehead, his look solemn and solemn, and his hands slammed forward.

The golden palm print came out of the palm of his hand and suddenly turned into two huge golden palms, which were shot in the air.

These two palms are getting bigger and bigger, and they directly cover the orange hair demon and Awen.

[Majestic palm]!

The verses on his forehead became more and more bright, but his brows were a little more gray.

"Captain!" A hanging temple whistle screamed, [Mighty stern palm] beyond the realm of the captain, this palm consumes the captain for at least ten years.

Other probes are full of grief and anger, but they all know that it is not a time of sorrow. In any case, the captain’s murder cannot be squandered.

I saw all kinds of fists, shadows, magic weapons, scriptures, like the volcano detonated, bursting out.

Their eyes are behind Shulong and others. They want to block Shulong and others to prevent them from supporting.

When they saw the remaining whistle of the team and stopped their bodies, there was no hard-hitting meaning.

Some people who respond quickly, the heart can not help but float a little weird feeling, but they are full of disdain, it really is a soldier!

When the teammates urgently needed support, they didn't even have the courage to do so.

It’s a pity that the captain...

[Majestic Mingzhang] is one of the meditations, and its power is very large, but the requirements for cultivation are extremely high, and the Yuan Ying period can be fully displayed. The captain took the body of Jin Dan, and he did not hesitate to lose the life. Everyone believed that the two could not survive.

The light of the sky is bleak in front of the two giant palms.

Snapped!

The two giant palms in the air suddenly became like a punctuated bubble, turning into two golden awns.

The look of the orange-haired demon, a look of stunned, he was a little dizzy, the transparent flame of the whole body was a little dim, and the subconscious mind shattered in his mouth: "Hey, it seems a little dizzy..."

Awen looked white and had a few scars on his body, but his eyes were smothered and stared at the captain of the Hanging Temple, which was as cold as ice.

Almost all of the Hanging Temple whistle was stunned at that moment!

The two are intact!

Shulong and others did not mean to go forward.

"I know that is the case." Ming decided to look helpless.

"How good! Happy." Cang Ze grinned.

"It's a bit bad..." Nanxun, who wanted to sharpen the magic, was hesitant.

Listening to the dialogue between the people in the ear, Shulong firmly strengthened the thought of changing the team to lead.

At this time, suddenly the orange-haired demon screamed through the battlefield.

"Hey, don't grab me..."

Responding to him is Arvin’s roar: "Kill!"

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"...

"My!" "My!" "My!"...

Nan Yan, they are on the side, pulling them leisurely.

"Guess who wins this time?" Ming Chengzi asked with a glance.

"Flat." Cang Ze did not look at it, replied directly.

"Flat." Nancy's gaze is cast on the battlefield, but it is to appreciate the battle between the two.

"Flat." The voice of the black smoke demon came from the black smoke.

Ming decided to sigh: "I also think it is a tie. But, don't you feel bored?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Change team." Cang Zedao.

"Change team." Nan Yan agreed.

"Change team." The smoky voice of the black smoke demon came out from the black smoke.

The silent dragon has never been able to stand on the side: "Change team!"

Everyone's tone is crisp and neat, but in the eyes it is inevitably revealing a bit of envy. The talents of the orange-haired demon and the black-smoky demon are extremely excellent. When the two begin to cultivate, they are three-force, and the progress is fast and jaw-dropping.

Both of them are competing at all times.

Since the first few times, I have encountered a small stock whistle like this. There is no room for other people to intervene. The two are like a chicken blood package, and there is no chance for others to shoot.

The power of the two began to gradually become difficult for them to understand.

Whether it is the orange flame, the almost transparent flame, or the black flame of Awen, in the eyes of everyone, it is an extremely strange and strange power. There is obviously a clear difference between Sanli and Sanli. On the contrary, there is a taste of adults.

When you are envious, everyone’s fighting spirit is even more high.

Everyone hopes to sharpen their strength through battle, rather than just being a spectator.

This kind of battle is just a corner of the entire battlefield.

Other places are even more tragic.

The tragic situation of the war did not fall out of Jiang Zhe's expectations. What surprised him was that in such a fierce battle, they were actually at a disadvantage!

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