Chapter 1122: Gorgeous life and death battle

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Wang Shan's free and easy, the ancient iron heart raised a point of respect, he admired: "It is a place where the big forces are taboo, just come out one by one, even see through life and death, outside the life and death, admire, admire. ”

The ancient iron is very admired for Wang Shan, but his words Wang Shan did not like to listen, but did not like to listen, his face immediately revealed dissatisfaction, said: "Ancient iron, you can say that you can not look down on people, what? Calling out a person, I am a casual person, I am a very important person in the Promise, tell you, I am a little sister-in-law, you know what the little sister knows, meaning the Promise of the Promise, see me. I have to call me a little brother."

Wang Shan’s face is full of pride, and his expression is very proud.

Everyone looked at Wang Shan’s expression, and it immediately changed. The ancient iron was even more surprised: “It turned out to be a little purple scorpion. It’s really disrespectful and disrespectful. It’s no wonder that it’s the closest person to Zi Zi.”

Wang Shan proudly said: "That is of course, but, to be low-key, keep a low profile."

The proud Wangshan's back molars are coming out quickly. They are still talking low-key, and the mysterious disciples who know his heart are very speechless.

The next journey is that I only heard that Wang Shan is bragging. He boasted that when Zi Zi was not strong, how to calculate the ancient perfect body before he boasted, whether it was true or not, in short, he listened to the body. One by one, while admiring the heart.

Next to the ancient iron, an ancient man looked at Wang Shan’s expression very much. At the same time, he pulled the ancient iron and whispered: “The old iron brother, you said that this Wangshan is true, he is purple The little brother, the younger brother of the deputy director Wang Hao."

The ancient iron was indulged for a moment, and the color said: "It is said that there is a person named Wang Xianer in the confidante of Zi Yan. Although he has not heard the character of Wang Shan, he should not have a fake."

The monk said again: "If that is the case, this Wangshan brother is really a must. If he dares to come out, he wants to come to his own strength is also very strong, even if it is not comparable to the purple lord, but it will not be more than purple. The few generals next to you are weak."

The ancient iron nodded and said: "It is very likely that the people of Mujia are not far from here, and we will soon encounter them. Naturally, we will see each other."

In the bragging, they really met a team, the wooden house among the five elements, and the leader was a young man, a congenital martial artist.

The ancient iron pointed to the youth and said: "He is a wooden family, called Mu Wei, congenital warrior."

Wang Shan nodded, then waved his hand, indicating that everyone stopped, and then he volleyed a few steps, pointing to Mu Weidao: "Grandson, you are Mujia Muwei."

In the face of Wang Shan’s red-naked provocation, Mu Wei was a glimpse, but he quickly reacted and his face was angry. He asked, “Who are you calling?”

"Of course it is the grandson of Mu Wei, are you, dare not fight with me."

Mu Wei pressed his heart into anger and looked at Wang Shan carefully. He asked, "You must fight me."

"Of course, do you dare to fight?"

"How to fight." Muwei asked, but the mind was already thinking about some ways to kill Wangshan.

"Idiot, of course, is a gorgeous life and death battle." Wang Shan sneered.

"Well, the battle is going on, who is not the war is the grandson." Mu Wei was anxious, vacated, and the atmosphere began to surge.

Wang Shan indifferently swept Muwei, then turned back to the ancient people and said: "There is just time before the war, to give everyone what science is called gorgeous life and death, as the name suggests, is a gorgeous life and death battle, but specific How gorgeous it is, naturally it can't be described in words. You have to look at it with your eyes. You have to feel it yourself. So obviously, what I mean by this is that I will stage a gorgeous life and death battle for everyone."

Hearing Wang Shanyu and talking about it, facing the battle of life and death without discoloration, everyone’s respect for Wangshan is like a river.

"Kid, you have enough nonsense, can you start?" Wang Shan's disregard of attitude, once again angered Mu Wei.

"Of course, if I don't start, how can I show you a gorgeous life and death battle?"

Wang Shan's tone and attitude made Mu Wei very unhappy. He has already made up his mind. Once he has to fight, he must be the other person. After humiliating, he will kill.

Mu Wei’s body is surging, and as a congenital martial artist, the strength of the other side is naturally not to be underestimated. With the release of the breath, the expression of everyone in the field has become serious. Only Wang Shan is still not worried. .

"Wangshan brothers, you have to be careful, this Muwei is very unusual. It is said that the innate technique of dead wood has been cultivated to a very high level." It seems that Wang Shan is too big, the ancient iron reminded.

Wang Shan waved his hand, still do not care.

Muwei shouted and rushed toward Wangshan. He was like a streamer, and he flew to the front of Wangshan. At the same time, his arm was changing, his arm was dry and dry, like a dead wood, but it contained an extremely powerful breath.

Mu Wei volleyed his arms to Wang Shan, which is already the strongest force he can perform so far.

Wang Shan’s expression is the same, although he doesn’t care, but naturally he won’t be too big to be indifferent. When Muwei approaches him, he puts his hand in his arms, and then pulls out a small fluffy thing in the next moment. So I missed the past with a blow from Muwei.

The little thing looks like a pet, like a white cat, but with a pair of wings. At this moment, the white cat hits the wood, and no one will think that this little white cat can block the blow.

The ancients, all the people, had heard Wang Shan boasting how powerful he was, and once suppressed the purple scorpion, and now they all looked at him with an eye, waiting for him to show his talents, but did not expect him to throw a pet. .

The little white cat collided with Muwei, and the scene where everyone wanted to come to the little white cat would die. The little white cat stretched out his small claws, his eyes were full of disdain, and then he patted it gently toward the front. a claw.

This is to smash the attack of Muwei directly, and there is also a paw print through the attack, breaking the defense of Muwei, hit the head of Muwei.

As the second blast in the field came out, Mu Wei’s head was directly blown up, and the whole person was dead and could not die any more.

Around the crowd, everyone was wide-eyed, and it was incredible to watch the one-shot shot of the dead wood Wei white cat.

The little white cat is very humanized and pouting. It seems to be very disdainful to such an opponent. It flutters and returns to Wang Shan’s side, stepping on his head.

The people have not reacted from this shocking scene. The sound of Wang Shan’s triumph is to make everyone awake. "How about this, seeing the gorgeous life and death battle here, gorgeous is not luxury, but directly Simple meaning, gorgeous life and death battle, it is very direct, very simple life and death battle."

Wang Shan is very afraid of death. Since he dares to come out, he is naturally prepared, and his preparation is to fly with the gods and tigers. If he is not good at fighting, he is responsible for screaming and shouting, but the real shot is the flying tiger.

Just outside the red light of Wang Shan, I was very proud of looking for life and death. In the far west, in the vast desert, Buddhism is located here.

Today, in the holy places of Buddhism, there was suddenly a gust of wind blowing up. On the altar of their ceremonies, the space began to be distorted sharply, forming a force of destruction.

This kind of scene has alarmed the strong among the Buddhism. The Buddha's holy place has changed. Naturally, it is unusual. In just a few moments, there are dozens of old monks gathered here. The strength of these old monks is actually the realm of the earth.

These old monks saw the spatial distortion of the destruction, and the expression did not change too much. Then they squatted on the ground and began to chanting.

The power of this distorted rule came at an hour before it slowly stopped. Later, a distorted passage formed by the rules of space appeared on the altar of the Holy Land.

"Amitabha, welcome the return of the Buddha."

At the moment of the passage, a group of old monks opened their eyes, folded their hands together, and glared at the Buddha.

"Haha, Buddha is finally out."

A loud and exciting sound came out of the space channel, followed by a light and shadow flying out of it.

The light and shadow instantly became a monk. He was very excited and excited. After coming out, he jumped like a monkey, and the laughter continued to echo.

Below, dozens of old monks clasped their hands together, as if they did not see the alternative behavior of this monk, but silently chanting.

Finally, the alternative monk did not jump. He looked at the old monks below and was dissatisfied: "Hey, I said you old guys, didn't you see me out?"

"Congratulations to the return of the Buddha, Amitabha." The old monks spoke in unison.

"What Buddha, you said before, if I am alive, you let me be the head." Another monk protested.

"Respecting the return of the head, Amitabha." The old monks spoke again.

"You all know." The monk's face has a strange color.

"Amitabha ~ www.readwn.com ~ the old monk shouted again.

The alternative monk finally became angry and snarled: "I said, are you able to speak normally?"

"Buddha, the head, I don't know what you have to order." An old monk stood up, it was the original Buddha's head, and in the group of old monks in the field, his generation is naturally the lowest.

"You admit the identity of my head." asked the monk.

"I have seen the head." The old monk salutes.

"Well, admit it, my words will be the head of the door. Now you listen to me and arrange for me to find more than one hundred places, find more than twenty heavens, and then go with me."

"Where to go." asked the head.

"Of course, I have to show off. I have been retreating inside for hundreds of years. It is only one step away from the realm of the earth. Now it has become the head of the Buddha. The younger brothers have countless beaters. In the case where the land is more like a dog, Tianyuan is full of the ground, of course. Go to the purple 宸 to show off."

The monk is proud,