Vol 8 Chapter 684: Ghost coming
Nie Tian's figure stands in the void, his eyes are like a torch, and he is staring at Mo Zhaojing.
The third palm, Mo Zhaojing uses the real body of the giant spirit, the power of the magic bone of the magic bone white lotus, strong and powerful, Nie Tian's six layers directly collapsed. But he also has a seventh layer of defense, that is the body of his nine-star dragon!
Dragon gas protector, even if it is a magic bone blade, can not seriously hurt him.
Nie Tian was seriously depleted at this moment, but he did not care at all, a pair of cold eyes stared at Mo Zhaojing, waiting for the latter to release.
"Three palms, Nie Tianzhen took over the three palms of the ink Zhaojing adults!" The crowd looked at the figure in the sky, the audience boiled, no one thought, Nie Tian actually took over the three palms of ink.
Countless pairs of eyes became obsessed, and the eyes of Nie Tian became shocked, awe, reverence, and even worship.
Tang Yu Meng Fan and others are kneeling in the same place, their mouths are open, and they can't spit out a word for a long time.
Tang Hao is self-satisfied, he can also take over the three palms of Mo Zhaojing, but he is the peak strength of Shennian, and Nie Tian only has the triple strength of Shenneng.
Although I don’t know what happened to Nie Tian, Tang Zhen decided that his teacher is even more horrible than before!
"No death!" Mo Zhaojing held for a few seconds, until Nie Tian's voice rang in his ear, he reacted, his face was wrong, and he screamed.
He did his best and did not kill Nie Tian. How is this possible?
"Ink Zhaojing, I am not dead, let you down." Nie Tian mouth ridiculously raised, cold smile: "Three palms have passed, let go."
In the body of Mo Zhaojing, the body suddenly trembled, and the eyes suddenly shrank. As the dream woke up, his mouth kept whispering: "Impossible, impossible, this is impossible!"
After a long time, Mo Zhaojing finally calmed down.
Suddenly, his eyes were a touch of sultry, his eyes trembled and looked at Nie Tian, screaming and screaming: "Let's let go!"
In the face of all the people in the world, Mo Zhaojing did not dare to say anything, but his eyes flashed with a strange color.
The two warriors of the Mohist family came forward and handed over Nie Yurou to Nie Tian.
Nie Tianshen’s knowledge was carefully checked on Nie Yurou’s body to make sure that the latter was fine and his face was relaxed.
Although Nie Tian and Mo Yu are a life-and-death confrontation, but the ink rain has become a waste, he has no intention of entanglement, and the Armed Forces Association should be over.
But when Nie Tian turned and was about to leave, Mo Zhaojing suddenly laughed.
"Nie Tian!" Mo Zhaojing roared, his eyes looked at Nie Tian coldly, his eyes were strange and Y Sen. "For your sister, you pick me up, then for the sake of ink, what kind of price will you pay? ?"
"Ink like this!" Hearing this name, Nie Tian's body trembled, and his eyes suddenly shrank.
Just then, two people appeared again behind Mo Zhaojing, one of them holding a bed, and a red-haired woman lying on the bed, it was like ink!
Mo Zhaojing not only kidnapped Nie Yurou, but also kidnapped Mo Ruyi!
"嘶-!" suddenly occurred, let the crowd **** a sigh of gas, Mo Zhaojing kidnapped two Nie Tianzhi relatives, the first one let Nie Tian suffer from his three palms, the second one still wants Nie Tian Are you getting three more palms?
Nie Tian was exhausted at this time, and it was impossible to accept the three palms of the ink.
"Ink-Zhao-Jing!" Nie Tian handed Nie Yurou to the hands of Meng Fan, completely violent, and the momentum of the whole body actually rose up. The whole person was sharp and sharp, like a sword, which seemed to split the sky.
"Ink Zhaojing, do you know what you are doing?" Tang Yan reacted, and he was equally angry and screaming.
"Nie Tian, Tang Yan, this is all of you * my. Since Nie Tian abolished my son, I have to abolish him." Mo Zhaojing Sen smiled coldly and said: "Nie Tian, you want to save ink like this, Then it’s a waste of money!”
Since the waste of the pulse!
The words of Mo Zhaojing are like thunder, shocking everyone's heart.
He is not trying to let Nie Tian receive three more palms, but let Nie Tian self-destruction, it is really poisonous.
For a moment, all eyes were again focused on Nie Tian, waiting for his answer.
"For the sake of ink, will Nie Tian really waste the Yuan Dynasty?" People are in doubt.
"Okay, I promise you!" Almost immediately, the voice of Mo Zhaojing just fell, and Nie Tian’s voice rang directly.
For the sake of ink, he is willing to abolish the Yuan Dynasty!
Everyone's eyes stagnate in an instant, and the time seems to be still at this moment. Countless eyes are staring at Nie Tian, and the shock in my heart is all written on the face.
Nie Tian is a super genius, the future is not limited, but once he is abolished, it is equivalent to ruining his life.
"Teacher!" This time, Tang Yan can no longer control, go one step forward and mourn.
"Teacher?!" The crowd heard the voice of Tang Yin, and the pupil suddenly shrank, unable to believe his ears, and could not believe his eyes.
Nie Tian is the teacher of Tang Yan?
How can this be!
Everyone is stiff at this moment, and even Mo Zhaojing is on the spot.
Nie Tian ignored the reaction of the crowd, stepped forward, the whole body was slightly shocked, and a powerful force stirred up in the Yuan Dynasty.
As long as he is aware of the movement, the nine-way yuan will burst instantly.
"Oh, interesting!" Just as Nie Tian was about to squander the Yuan dynasty, the sound of Y to evil sounded abruptly. "Since this girl is so important to Elder Nie, the seat is taken first. ”
The faint voice fell, and a black air suddenly appeared in the void, and it filled out.
The two warriors around Mo Zhaojing still didn't understand what was going on, they fell down directly, and Mo Ruzhen was swept away by the black air of the group. The voice of Y evil sounded again: "Nie Tian, you killed my son, Your life can only be killed by me. If you want this girl to be safe, three days later, come to the **** land to find me."
The cold sound of Y fell, and the black gas disappeared instantly.
"Don Tang, stop him!" Nie Tian screamed, the whole body blood Y instantly boiled, in the endless blood, a sword stabbed, a hundred meters of **** swords, **** swordsman bloomed, toward the void The past.
"Boom!" The sound of the air was split, and under the sword, nothing was stabbed.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and most people didn't react.
That group of black gas, not others, is the owner of Ling Xuan Tiange, ghost!
No one thought that the ghost had been lurking in the battlefield and never left.
Tang Zhen reacted at this time, his body was shocked, and the sky was rising, and the sneaky scorpion opened. There was no half-personal shadow in the void.
The ghost's lurking means is too clever. If he does not take the initiative, he can't detect his existence.
"Leave people!" Just at this time, a screaming sound, a figure suddenly appeared, and immediately a red fire spurt out S, and rushed toward the void.
"Ghost, you can't escape!" Almost at the same moment, it was a sound, in the void, a knives appearing like a sea, the horrible knife, instantly bursting, the fire pillar along the air Pressed over.
