Vol 8 Chapter 661: Magic flow
The crowd saw the horror of the horror in the void, and the heart trembled fiercely, and the eyes were a little sluggish in an instant.
This ghost face is too strange, the picture is very impactful.
"The power of good evil!" Nie Tian saw the ghost face, the eyes condensed, which actually contained a force that made him feel jealous, weird.
Along with the appearance of the ghost face, a giant force appeared, like an invisible big hand, grabbing the rain and Chiba.
If the rain is Chiba, the eyebrows are slightly stunned, and the beautiful singer flashes a stunned sacred sacred body. The whole body is filled with countless blue bodhi leaves, which condense into a group of mad dance forces, and wants to force the shackles of evil forces.
But the evil power seems to be everywhere, and it can't be dispelled.
The crowd is outside the kilometer, and it has already felt the sigh of relief that is released from the ghost face. It is horrifying.
"Danger!" Nie Tian screamed, and it was not known.
His voice just fell, if the rain Chiba figure is shaking, the nine-color 瞳 instantly open, blue 瞳 ice!
A steady stream of energy poured out, the space was frozen in an instant, and even the ghost face was stagnant.
If Yuki Chiba wins a chance to breathe, the eyes will flash again, and the red scorpion will burn the sky and open again.
"Boom!" In the midair, an amazing fire column descended directly.
The singularity of the sky is not good, the face flashes a touch of sorrow, and even if it becomes calm again, the magic flow sword swings, more magical flows come out, and instantly form a huge dark armor on his body. , the flow of magic flow!
The magic flow appeared, and there was a strange picture in the void. The ghosts of the road danced like a long snake in the air, and the screaming whistling sound rang out, filling the entire competition field.
Everyone shuddered and his face was horrified. Many people grew up and couldn’t speak.
"Boom!" In the void, a huge impact sounds, and after the rolling waves are generated, it is instantly annihilated.
If Yuki Chiba can't help but tremble, she knows that she is not a sly opponent.
Be convinced of this, if the rain is under the feet of Chiba, the figure falls to the competition platform.
The power of the blue dragonfly and the power of the red dragonfly burned the sky, and it disappeared instantly.
The singer stands alone on the martial arts platform, and his expression is a little mad. If he observes it carefully, his eyes will become a strange dark color at this moment, only black scorpion, no white scorpion.
The secluded scorpion saw that if the rain and the leaves had left, the eyes flashed a hateful color, but they had no choice but to bite their teeth. The whole body’s magic flow ghosts suddenly dissipated and the space returned to calm.
"If the rain is Chiba, since you are being looked at by me, then I want to escape from the palm of my hand." Yu Tianyi looked at the rain and looked at it, and smiled, and looked cold.
He made the magic flow, but it was a pity that he could not hold the rain and the leaves.
If Yuki Chiba’s face is indifferent, it’s so cold, as if he didn’t hear the singularity, turn and leave.
This war, although short-lived, is thrilling and very thrilling.
In the face of the rainy Chiba's nine colors, the secluded sky finally showed its hidden strength.
Nie Tian watched it and saw it very clearly. The singularity of the sorrowful sorrows, the overbearing, can actually resist the attack of the rainy Chiba, the horror.
"Magic sword, I am afraid that the power contained in it is not limited to this, this sword is indeed weird." Nie Tian shook his head slightly, his heart sighed, but the corner of his mouth was involuntarily raised.
At this moment, he had a different idea of the magic flow sword.
This is a weird sword, in which the hidden mystery, Nie Tian can not see.
The singer and the rainy Chiba battle, the ultimate victory.
Next, in the last battle of the Ten Strong, Dragon II played against Tang.
The strength of Long Er is equally strange. Nie Tian guessed that it was not under the solitude.
And Tang XIII, with the strongest sneaky eyes, at this time the strength has reached the weight of the gods, the eyes of the sneaky must become more horrible, the battle between the two, the outcome is unpredictable.
On the Jingwu Terrace, the figures of Long Er and Tang XIII appeared at the same time, attracting the attention of the crowd.
On the top of the Tianting Pavilion, because of the Tang Dynasty’s 13th, Tang’s look was slightly tense.
"Tang Xiong, the 13th Master is the most powerful sneaky eye that you personally identified. I don't know if you have a fight against him and the ugly warrior. What do you think of it?" Mo Zhaojing looked at Tang Yan with a glimpse of his eyes. Road.
The other two owners, Gu Xuanyuan and Qiu Shenfeng, also looked at Tang Yan and wanted to hear how the latter said.
Tang XIII is not only the most powerful sneaky eye identified by Tang Yin, but also one of the three great wonders of the Sui Ling capital. It used to be the laughing stock of the spirits.
However, in the last two years, the amazing talent of Tang XIII began to show up. Now, the talent he has shown is no longer under the rain and others.
Today, Tang XIII is only seventeen years old, but it is already a warrior.
Such a terrible strength, on the one hand, is Tang Yan’s teaching, and on the other hand, Tang’s own talent and enchantment.
However, the opponent he faced at this time is equally enchanting and more strange.
Since the advent of Long Er, there has been no defeat, and every warrior who is his opponent does not directly admit defeat, or is directly killed.
So far, Long Er has not shown real strength.
On the body of Long Er, there is one thing that is very strange. That is, his strength is well hidden. Even Tang Yin Mo Zhaojing can't see his cultivation.
The ability to hide in front of the two peaks is enough to prove the horror of the dragon.
Tang Yan’s eyes were swept over by Mo Zhaojing, and he was finally placed on the following Long Er. He smiled and said: “This ugly warrior is very strange. Since its appearance, it has not revealed its true strength. His strength. It’s so clever that it’s hidden, even if I can’t snoop it, but because of this, I’m sure that his strength is not high, when it’s three to the Shennong triple. So this battle, I have confidence in thirteen. ""
Tang Zhen believes that if Long II's strength is strong enough, there is no need to hide strength. The reason why the strength is hidden is nothing more than keeping mystery and making opponents jealous.
"Oh?" Ink Zhaojing smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed to smack the eyes of Tang XIII. He sneered: "Thirteen young masters only have a great strength. Even if the ugly warrior has only three strengths, it is far from ten. The three young masters can match it. Momo is very curious, is this brother's confident attitude, is it pretending?"
Qiu Shenfeng and Gu Xuanyuan laughed and apparently agreed with Mo Zhaojing.
Tang Yan’s mouth raised slightly and smiled. “Thirteen is my grandson. How strong is his strength, I know clearly.”
Tang Zhen was full of confidence in Tang XIII. That was because he took the latter to retreat before the start of the Suiwuwu.
Now the eyes of Tang XIII's sneaky eyes have already opened, the third ghost blade!
