Vol 8 Chapter 669: Ok, the scars have forgotten the pain.

If Yu Yu’s mind suddenly sounded a voice, he couldn’t help but tremble, and his body shook.

Ghost, have not gone yet!

And still talking to Ruo Yuzhen.

If the rain is really a blink of an eye, there is no talk, just nodded slightly.

The ghost is lurking nearby, definitely not showing up. As long as he does not take the initiative to appear, no one can find him on the scene.

If the rain really thinks about it, why the ghosts must get the vitality map, for the sake of the geography, even the life of the singularity can be ignored.

In the rumor, the four great families have been in existence for decades, and have not been able to find the place where the vitality is.

The ghost is so eager to want the vitality map, there is only one reason, that is, he is very convinced that he can find the ground according to the map.

The ghost's figure is silent, and all the people around him may be him.

If the rain really coughs, it is actually a blood spit.

The **** prints in his body have been suppressed, and if they are not controlled again, they will not be able to support them for ten days.

"If the rain is true." At this time, a voice sounded, very familiar.

If the rain really turns around and sees Nie Tian not far away, the latter comes over and has a worry on his face. "You can't suppress the **** print, and fight with the rain, you admit defeat."

Nie Tian can feel it. If the rainy prints in the rain really become violent, even if there is a mask without a face mask, there is still a **** atmosphere.

"I will help you get it, but you have to help me one thing." Nine will continue to say, "I want you to take me to find the **** altar of the **** land." ""

"Rebirth altar?" If the rain really gaze, stunned, and immediately thought of something, said: "The altar of rebirth can only regenerate the people of the **** land, the girl of ink is not the land of blood, the rebirth of the altar The power is useless to her."

If the rain is true, it will be seen on the day, and the ink is so badly worn by the ink D, and there is no breath on the spot. He believes that Nie Tian wants to save the ink like a sacred altar.

But the rebirth of the altar is only useful to those in the land of blood, and it is useless to outsiders.

Nie Tian did not explain anything. He nodded slightly: "I just want you to take me to rehabilitate the altar. As for what I want to do, it is my own business."

If the rain is really a glimpse, think about it and finally nod.

His body, he knows best.

If there is no blood-staining, if the rain is true, even if only the Shennong is repaired, it will be enough to fight with the rain. However, the **** print has greatly weakened his body of nine yang, making his strength difficult to play.

At this time, even if it was a battle with the ink rain, there was not much chance of winning.

However, it is obviously impossible for Nie Tian to let the rain really admit defeat.

A battle with the ink rain is not only related to the vitality of the map, but also to the heart of the martial arts of the military. Admit defeat without war, this is not something that can be done if the rain is true.

"Do you want to fight with the rain?" Nie Tian saw the blazing heat in the rain, and asked indifferently.

If the rain really does not lightly nod.

"How much do you have to grasp?" Nie Tian glanced and asked.

"Three points." If Yu Zhencheng honestly replied, if there is no bloodshed, he has a seven-point winning odds, but the blood-staining is split and the number of winnings and losses is reversed.

"Everything is careful." Nie Tian nodded and said nothing.

The warrior must be bloody, and the heart of the martial arts must be firm.

Some battles, even if the odds are small, or even have no chance of winning, must not shrink.

After a while, the second game of the Battle of the Four Strongs begins!

"Mu Yu Shaoye!" The crowd saw the appearance of the ink rain, excited and excited, and screamed.

"Ink rain young master! Ink rain young master!······" In an instant, the entire competition field sounded the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami, a wave higher than a wave, as if the ink rain is already the head of the Wuhui.

Indeed, in the hearts of countless people, the opportunity to win the ink rain is great, almost stable.

After all, he is already a stalwart of the gods, not to mention that for the military who is under the age of 50, even the entire martial arts of the entire three thousand small worlds are the highest peak.

Now the only threat to the head of the ink rain, only Nie Tianyi.

However, in the eyes of most people, Nie Tian’s strength is even worse, it is not an opponent of ink rain. After all, the strength gap is too great.

In the rain, standing on the martial arts platform, listening to the cheers in his ears, his face showed an unspeakable smile. He enjoyed this feeling of high-profile, and he was chased by others. This is the goal he pursued.

If the figure of the rain is falling, a staleness in the void appears, and it seems that even the air has become hard.

The body of the nine yang, to the heaven and earth spirits just to the sun, the horrible momentum is released, fierce and powerful, difficult to match.

"Slag!" In the rain, the rain slammed the rain, and did not put the other party in his eyes. He sneered and exposed his overbearing arrogance.

He was assisted by ink punishment, and his strength was promoted to the top of the wheel. At this moment, it was the time when the spirit of the wind was strong. In addition to the strong peaks of the older generation, the ink rain did not put other people in the eye.

Even Nie Tian, ​​he is not willing to look at it.

Ink rain seems to have forgotten. Two years ago, he was this kind of mentality. He did not put Nie Tian in his eyes. As a result, the latter relied on his own strength to step by step to a position that made him jealous.

Now, he has once again recovered his arrogance. It’s so good that he has forgotten the pain.

If the rain is really hot, the scorpion sweeps the ink rain and shook his head slightly.

The person with ink rain is a good talent. Unfortunately, the environment for growth is too comfortable. He always thinks that he is worthy of the title of genius.

As everyone knows, the world is big, the enchanting generations are endless. Not to mention that it is a rain in the district, even if Nie Tian does not dare to be proud.

The mentality of the ink rain determines that he cannot have great achievements in his life.

"Hey." In the rain, he noticed the disdain in the eyes of the rain, and couldn't help but sneer, saying: "The guy without face, you didn't directly admit defeat, this is the most unwise decision. Your strength is too weak, I Only one trick can kill you."

If the rain is really gazing, it seems to be watching an idiot, he does not want to have any nonsense with such people, indifferent said: "Then shoot, I am waiting for your move."

"Looking for death!" The ink rain was completely irritated, and a slamming sound, the face suddenly became embarrassed, the body shape was shocked, and the endless force came out, but it was shot directly.

"Boom!" The formation of a giant palm in the air, the momentum is huge, like a wall, and it goes straight to the rain.

The head of the head-on force is blooming in the air. If the rain is really gazing, a golden sword will appear in the hand, and the overbearing will be fierce, swallowing the brilliance of the sun, sharp and sharp, and sharp.

This is the sword of Yuanling who is the real policy of Yu Yu, Jiuyang Tianfeng!