Chapter 798: Find a statement

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The golden fist collided with the thorny fingertips, and the explosion broke out. A circle of visible waves of the naked eye rushed around, and everyone thawed.

Between the turbulent powers, Mo Shen’s fingers slowly began to bend.

He used to have a look of indifference, and his face was in the grip of the face, but when he felt the powerful force emerging from the opponent's fist, Mo Shen's face immediately changed.

Just when he noticed that it was not good, when he turned back to the force, it was already late, and the purple fist’s fist was smashed and smashed, and the other finger was directly bent, and with the strong force, the curved finger directly squeaked, even Was broken by life.

The purple scorpion punched the other phalanx and hit the other's fist. After a loud noise, Mo Shen's body was shot and flew out.

This flight is more than ten meters, but Mo Shen has not been hit hard by any degree, but a finger is like a boneless, and his face is gloomy and distorted.

He used to say that he was annihilating the other side. Now he is good. Under the hood, he was interrupted by a blow.

The other barbarians around have long been stunned. The outsiders claim to be extremely powerful, but today they have suffered in this barbaric hand.

The purple scorpion closed the fist, the golden light of the body converges, and the strength disappears. He looks at the front of the road and says: "You shouldn't even have the first-level power. It can block my five-level strength. The outsiders really deserve the name."

The first level is not injured in the upper five grades. The words of Zi Yan are obviously praised by the heart, but everyone listens to the ear, but this is not the case. This praise sounds more like a fallen, Mo Shen’s gloomy face, also because of purple I am getting rid of this.

But before he could speak, he continued to say something, and Zi Yan said: "I blocked you, and even today, even if it was revealed, so many people can witness, even though there are reasons for your underestimation. But I am still alive, talking is a word, I believe that outsiders are more reputable."

The purple scorpion is obviously listening to a lot of people. As a foreigner, Mo Shen is wearing such a big hat, naturally he can’t continue to find the trouble of purple scorpion. At the very least, in front of so many people, he can’t find purple sable. trouble.

Mo Shen's gloomy face slowly converges, and his eyes are staring at this barbaric who is not stupid or even very sleek. It looks like he is eating a dark loss today, but he is unwilling.

"I have already realized the savage, and I have to find the fruit of strength, so I will not bother you." After the sable, he will leave with a wild tiger.

Mo Shen’s face was still hesitant before, but after hearing the words of Zi Yan, he made up his mind, his own calculations, a faint snoring, and his face quickly became flat.

As for the previous broken fingers, they are also getting better quickly under the constant nourishment of Yuanli.

"This friend, I don't know which tribe you are." Seeing the purple scorpion is about to leave, the wooden lord suddenly asked.

Zi Yan turned her head and looked at the leader of the Muzu. She had a meaningful smile on her face and said: "The Uighurs."

The leader of the Muzu nodded and stopped talking, but his mind was thinking about it. He deeply remembered this tribe. After turning around, Ziyan also indicated that the tiger had left.

Suddenly there was a very noisy voice in the distance, and then seven or eight barbarians flew toward this side, and in the process of flying, they repeatedly shouted.

"It is him, that is, he killed our Mexicans."

"Damn guy, stop me."

"Riding on the tiger's little boy, stop."

The coming people are Mo people, there are eight people, except six are five-level fighters, and the other two are six-level fighters.

They used to split into two. The six people took a quick move and didn't expect to suffer a big loss. So they joined the six-level fighters and were ready to get back.

"The leader, that is, he is the guy's pretty tiger, and killed Murray." On the way, a barbarian shouted at the purple sable.

The purple cicada has stopped, watching the arrival of the Mo people, the plain face slowly becomes gloomy, looks like, today is not suitable for travel, there is always trouble to take the initiative to come.

The Mo people came and the two six-level fighters walked in front. The one who belonged to the leader had an obvious accident on the face after seeing the Mu people. He nodded to the head of the Muzu, obviously he even said hello, and then he fell. In the outsiders, there was a curiosity and taboo in the eyes, but did not stop, his eyes fell on the purple.

The purple scorpion looks younger and taller than the adult barbarian. It is a young man.

"Mu brother, I will handle some things, and I will tell you about the old ones." When passing by the leader of the Muzu, the leaders of the Mo nationality hugged their fists.

The leader of the Mu nationality nodded, not much to say, but after a group of Mexicans passed by, the look of his face became strange.

Not only him, but at the moment other barbarians saw the troubles of the eight people who were looking for a pretty tiger, and their faces were full of strange expressions.

Even the powerful Muzu and the outsiders have suffered a dark loss in the other hand. They don’t understand how these Mo people can get back to the scene, just two two-level barbarians, but don’t forget that there is still one. Only six levels of pretty tiger.

The eight people of the Mo nationality did not stop in the middle, and went straight to the purple sable. There were no unopened people in the middle to ask for the blood of the beasts, and the eight barbarians were also confident, so they did not advance straight. Notice the weird expressions behind you.

In the process of advancement, the leader of the Mexican head swept to the purple cicada and asked: "You killed Murray."

"It's me, what do you want." Zi Yan looked at each other indifferently.

"Sure enough, it is awesome after the birth, killing people is still so arrogant." The eyes of the heads of the Mo nationality flashed in the cold.

They are eight people, two six-level fighters, six five-level fighters, even if the opposite person and one beast are six, they can also deal with it, even if they can't deal with it, at least they can be invincible.

It is with this kind of thinking that the Mo people are ready to come back to the scene.

Just in the middle of the talk, eight people have been dispersed, the leaders of the Mo people are opposite to the purple, and the other seven are on the side, ready to attack the wild tiger.

The voice of the purple cic is colder: "You are coming to trouble."

The head of the Mexican leader corrected the correct color: "I came to find the statement."

"That's okay." Zi Yan nodded, then jumped off the back of the tiger, watching the tiger say: "Seeing no, people have been assigned, I play one, you play seven."

The savage tiger snorted and seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with this distribution.

"Okay, quick battle, look like a monkey show, you are not awkward." Some dissatisfaction in Ziyan's words.

This is ignored, the Mo people are furious, especially the leaders of the Mexicans, and they are even more screaming, and they must signal the people to fight.

But he still hasn't shouted, and the purple scorpion has already moved. As usual, the purple scorpion stepped forward, the golden glow of the whole body, the fusion of the martial arts, and the terrible punches.

On the other side, the wild tiger is also the only six-level fighter among the seven.

The battle took place in an instant, and in the hearts of some people who were tempted to guess how long the Mo people could last, one of the two battles had ended.

I saw the leaders of the Mo people bombarded on the chin by a purple fist, and the strong force directly hit the other side. On the way back, there were several large teeth mixed with fresh blood from the other's mouth.

This scene is very similar to the previous one. The only difference is that the purple scorpion used to hit the five-level fighters, but now it is flying six.

The fifth and sixth levels were a hit, but it seems that there is no difference under the purple boxing.

The battle of the purple dragonfly is coming to an end soon. On the other hand, the tiger is also doing its best. After a blow, the six-level fighters are repulsed. Then, under the tiger's claws, the other six five-level fighters are also shot one by one. fly.

In the process of shooting, two people were directly killed by the wild tiger because the strength was too weak.

This is the difference between the levels. For the purple pipa, the level never represents the combat power, because he has perfect body, but for other barbarians, the level is the combat power.

The six-level barbarian kills the general five-level barbarian. This is not the slightest problem. What's more, the tiger is not a normal tiger. It is a wild tiger that swallows the monkey fruit and refines the blood of the ancient beast.

The battle started so quickly, and the end of the game ended. Most of the people around the world were still in shock. The purple cicada was already sitting on the back of the tiger. When he left, he said to the head of the Mexicans who were stunned: "This is the saying." You are satisfied."

After that, without waiting for the head of the Mozu to answer, the tiger has already stepped away and left a group of people who are sluggish.

"Interesting little guy, but only five levels of power, even if it is extraordinary, it is just that."

Just when everyone was shocked by the power of the purple, the exfoliating mouth of the outsider was a touch of laughter.

The leader of the wooden family sighed and said: "It seems that we are fully prepared. If we have not yet traveled to the Yunshan Mountains, we have found such an alternative. It seems that the power of this power is not the ordinary people of us. After the ~www.readwn.com~ able to participate in the words to comfort the leaders of the Mo nationality, the Mu people started, and before the departure, the outsiders were the first to fly.

When he flew to the top of Ziyan, he suddenly stopped and said to the purple sable below: "Little guy, I wish you can come back alive."

Zi Yan looked up and looked at Mo Shen, saying: "I also wish you more to gain the fruits of strength."

Mo Shen snorted and accelerated to leave, so he did not hear what was said after the purple.

Not long after the trip, Zi Yan saw the three people on the Black Cliff. After nodding at the three people, the group went on the road again.

In the team that robbed the power, not only the outsiders, but also a strong barbarian, this made the Mo people have no confidence in their hearts.

But the fruit of power has not appeared for thousands of years. Once it is obtained, it reproduces a six-level warrior on behalf of the family. So after they bite their teeth, they continue to move forward.

Less than half of the journey, Ziyan arrived in the Yunshan Mountains one day and one night.