Suddenly, the arrogant Cangsheng transford into a gust of strong wind, whistling as it flew toward the sturdy young boy. His speed was too fast, leaving only a few shadows in his wake as he passed by.
"This thod..."
Seeing Cangsheng’s arrogance transform into a whirlwind with no trace, everyone’s hearts were shocked. Too fast!
"Arrogant boss, help cut that piece off!" He sat firmly, fighting for survival, his face still stunned.
Recalling the abuse I just suffered, I couldn’t help but feel itchy.
On the other hand, the Confucian scholar glanced at the new Han circle. Although there were bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, there was a noticeable glow on his face.
"Undoubtedly, if the elder does this, the pretty-faced one will die! Since we’re fine now, can we do sothing?" The Confucian master’s eyes twinkled, his gaze imdiately moving to where Su Yuhe was standing.
The bamboo pole glanced again, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "I think so. I almost lost my life. It’s ti to make them serve us!"
"Hahaha!"
The two sneered and quietly walked behind Su Yuhe and Wu Binglan.
Su Yuhe and Wu Binglan, captivated by the Han situation, did not notice the malicious actions of the bamboo pole and the Confucian scholar.
But those stealing glances sat down because they still missed his beauty. So when he just stood up holding the Azure Dragon Spear, he glanced around furtively.
Next, the Confucian’s disciple and the bamboo pole did not move, they sat for a while, watching everything.
"Be careful!" Seeing these two pieces silently crashing onto Su Yuhe and Wu Binglan, it was then they slowed their barbaric posture. They couldn’t help but tension up again, shouting loudly.
Ao Cangsheng had already approached those sturdy youngsters in the blink of an eye. With a longsword in hand, he continuously attacked and slew around the big boy.
The sword shadow swept across the sky like a Milky Way, enveloping the sturdy man’s entire body. The sweeping sword shadow, like a vast tide, key point Zhou Kuiwu’s youth.
Overhead, the strange black fla exuded a quiet pressure, accompanied by a destructive aura from the soul, constantly suppressing a pair of sturdy youngsters’ Life Palace.
Just now, the aggressive attack from the robust boy’s Twin Palace was strong and unstoppable, barely able to sit and breathe.
But now, under the scorching illusion of Emperor Ao’s demise, the infinite chill emanating from the iceberg began to be chased by a repelling flow of water, retreating to the Life Palace.
As for the heavy ax, under the cold light of Emperor Ao’s blazing fla, it began to beco fiercer. As if the wasteland was burning the sky, afraid to co close, only to tremble and flee.
At this mont, the vigorous power of the robust boy’s Twin Palace instantly turned to ashes, struggling to exert its mighty authority.
Feeling the imnse pressure from the terrifying fla overhead and the boundless, ferocious swords from all sides, the robust youth’s brow was full of green tears.
They sat motionless, without hesitation, as the flas roared fiercely with trendous power towards the opposing two Life Palaces.
The blade light returned again, the spear shadow. In a blink, three people collided, beginning a fight.
The shadow of the spear moved like a dragon, coming and going horizontally. In his heart, uncontrollable anger, the booming sound swept through the long knives of the two opposite people.
Sparks flew, and thunder roared. The "ding ding dang dang" sound seed unconscious, sitting and holding a spear of Azure Dragon, rushing in and out between the two, like a God of slaughter, unexpectedly invincible, unstoppable.
Although the other two fought desperately, due to just now using their hands, Han Country’s power was only at 67%. As the power was unleashed, it was naturally less than before.
The two guaranteed together they would win. They wanted to know, a life wasted in a plastic environnt as Han Han, how could it withstand their complete encirclent and slaughter.
Even if one trick could not cut off the head of that black-faced boy, ten tricks would definitely let him die for the first ti and be buried.
But when the sides t, they found the boy Han Li a bit crazy, beyond reproach.
In his hand, holding a seven-foot-long spear like a living dragon, biting, throwing, sweeping, bumping, back and forth, displaying unparalleled stances.
Han sat more bravely, eyes redder, skin blacker.
I didn’t know what happened to myself. But as his whole person evolved, the blood in his body seed to start boiling.
In the burning blood, a fierce and tyrannical force began to rush out, instantly surging into his ridians, entering his internal organs, scattering in his limbs and bones.
Once this force rushed out, the previous fatigue he felt sitting down imdiately disappeared. He just suddenly felt the shock of Emperor Ao, as if there was infinite power, began to drive him to fight harder.
Confucianism of the Han Dynasty and the bamboo pole also noticed. First, they saw the whole skin almost unable to sit still, as if all the blood vessels around him had broken, his skin dyed in red.
Seeing this form, the bamboo pole and the Confucian scholar couldn’t help but flash a trace of joy in their eyes. In this situation, in just a mont, the black-faced boy’s blood vessels would rupture and die.
In their hearts, the long knives in their hands chopped harder, Zhou Yuanqi spilled even more.
But what happened next completely exceeded the expectations of these two people. Five or six breaths passed, not only did he not die from ruptured blood vessels, but Zhou’s aura was so magnificent, making him feel like a giant, preventing the bamboo pole and Confucian scholar from coming closer.
However, it manuevered like a dragon waving its teeth and claws. Each ti they bombarded with blades, their arms would go numb. The tiger’s mouth already shattered, the blood rustling in the air.
This transformation shocked the hearts of the bamboo pole and the Confucian scholar. They couldn’t understand why the black-faced Han suddenly beca so fierce and invincible.
When they were frightened, a small calculation ford in their hearts. They both thought for a mont that if Han couldn’t be killed, they would imdiately retreat, taking their Han attire spoils with them.
But what they didn’t expect was that their hesitation made them lose the final chance to withdraw.
In contrast, under the arrogant attack, the robust young boy could no longer resist.
"Clang!"
A sword streaked across the sky like starlight, accompanied by a rapid flow of Han Wei, instantly severing from the other side of the long knife.
The longsword flew up, the sword light reaching high, the tall young man holding the long knife could no longer withstand the tail blade of Han Da’s second-class talent, getting cut directly at the waist.
The long knife broke, the sturdy boy alert to the montary delay. But that arrogant sword still howled, like the fury of the ocean, ready to sweep thousands of miles, to bombard the sturdy teenagers as much as possible.
"Boom
In the explosion sound, the robust teenager’s air dispersed. In a hurry pit-pat, the brawny young man patted his left hand, urged his luck, transforming into a head, suddenly snapping at the arrogant Cangsheng.
"Mad Lion Prompt, Mad Lion Day!"
The head drifted with the wind, roaring at the arrogant face in an instant.
They were too close to escape. The left hand burst in an instant.
"Heaven Eats Earth, Soul Eating Sun!"
Thunder and thunder sounded like a head stretching straight from the dragon’s body.
The wind howled, and the sky above suddenly darkened, as if the heavens were devoured by an unknown evil, the entire forest starting to fall into ruin and desolation.
The next mont, grass and dust gathered into a peculiar shape between the two, viciously pouncing on the big boy’s second head.
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