Chapter 124

But there were more than two people coming. Then came their own master, Luo Ning, with Dugu Bo.

As for Zhao Wuji, some are too weak, so they stay outside to meet them.

Ning Fengzhi, who was already in the city, suddenly felt the top Angel breath of thousands of streams, and they came immediately.

The two teams arrived almost at the same time and looked at the situation.

Hair scattered on the ground, the ground red with blood, the bald chrysanthemum pass lying on the ground, the bald ghost with a martial spirit open, and the extremely weak bidong.

Of course, there is a dignified Yan Mengmeng.

When thousands of streams came, Yan Mengmeng really didn't expect. Yan Mengmeng was really not sure about the battle limit. In addition, he was poisoned.

At the same time, the two teams took their seats next to their own people and looked at each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Dugu Bo couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha... What's the matter with you? You're bald! Ha ha..."

Yan Mengmeng couldn't help saying this.

Looking at these people in the opposite direction, the ghost was angry, but it was just cruel.

"Old poison, you want to die!"

Dugu Bo: "well, this man is not good when he is old. A gust of wind passes and he will be bald when he says he is bald."

Ghosts: ☄ ฺ(◣ д ◢) ☄ ฺ

I have to say that Dugu Bo's momentum is full.

Seeing this, qiandaoliu slowly came forward, frowned at Yan Mengmeng and asked, "Qibao Liuli sect, Jiandao Chenxin, why are you here?"

Sword Douluo: "Oh, it's you. Why don't you stay in your Douluo hall and run out?"

Qiandaoliu: "Chenxin boy, when you grow up, you dare to talk to me like this. Your father dare not."

Speaking of this, Yan Mengmeng obviously felt that his master jiandouluo clenched his fists and trembled all over.

Not afraid, but angry.

He shook his head. Yan Mengmeng grabbed jiandouluo's hand. It was full of calluses and vicissitudes. His hands were cold.

But because of the temperature of Yan Mengmeng's arrival, jiandouluo also calmed down. Looking at Yan Mengmeng's worried look, he had some bad feelings.

Of course, it's not just sword fighting that makes you realize this scene.

There are also thousands of streams on this side of the Wuhun Hall: "this man is from you, the seven treasures Liuli sect?"

Qiandaoliu had been paying attention to Yan Mengmeng before. He was dressed in a black soul coat and surrounded by ten black soul rings.

He knew that bidon didn't lie to himself. The girl might really be a God.

Yan Mengmeng: "forget it, I haven't officially met you for so long. I'm heijue. The second of the seven treasures of glass sect is dedicated to the disciples of the ancient banyan bone Douluo."

Yes, Yan Mengmeng suddenly thought of her identity.

Although Ning Feng was surprised, he didn't show much.

On the other hand, qiandaoliu frowned. Qibao Liuli sect should not be underestimated!

Whether this person is a God or not, with the little disciple of sword Douluo, Dugu bo here, he has the strength of five titles.

But that's all. As long as the black is not the real God, it's futile to do more.

Qiandaoliu: "then let me meet you, six winged angel!"

Suddenly, the golden soul force Peng Yong came out of the field. A hundred feet high six winged golden angel appeared behind thousands of streams, and then began to emerge the soul ring, one by one from the top of the six winged angel's soul.

Seeing this scene, Yan Mengmeng frowned.

I'm not afraid of the pressure of the angel's martial spirit, but this is the city. What should we do to fight those ordinary people here?

Although Yan Mengmeng doesn't care too much about the life and death of irrelevant people, it doesn't mean that even if she doesn't have the strength to face the situation like Wang dahammer, she won't come forward to stop it.

Just thinking, Ning Fengzhi had already realized this problem and stepped forward and said, "Sir, do you want to fight in this city?"

The golden light of the angel shines on the whole town. In the golden light, a figure floats impressively. It is the thousand streams that have just opened the launch of the martial spirit.

Now he is completely different from the whole popularity field. Yan Mengmeng can clearly feel his strength. I'm afraid he can only fight with his full strength.

They were also frightened by the scene in front of them. Even their master jiandouluo was a tangled face.

At the same time, thousands of streams in the air looked down at the small people and slowly opened their mouth and replied, "war? You're wrong. Our Wulin hall is just killing demons!"

Then the angel Wu soul in the air looked closely at Yan Mengmeng.

The soul stirring voice of a thousand streams sounded again: "you say yes, the evil devil that killed so many people in my Wuhun Hall - heijue!"

Yan Mengmeng:???

"Old man, your operation is really a little unexpected!"

Of course, Yan Mengmeng's voice is too small compared with the thousands of streams that turned on the six winged angel microphone.

So in the eyes of those civilians outside, it's such a situation!

Passerby A: "look, what's that?"

Passerby B: "angel Wu soul? The people of Wu soul hall."

……

Passer-by A: "look at that. It's the Lord worshipped in the Wulin hall. He said he would kill demons."

Passerby B: "well, I heard it, but there are evil spirits here."

Passerby A: "you hear me, the evil devil killed dozens of people in the Wulin hall."

Passerby B: "yes, yes, the Wu soul hall must have sacrificed to stop the evil black Jue."

Passerby A: "well, support Wuhun hall, Wuhun hall will win!"

Passers-by: "support Wuhun hall, Wuhun hall will win!!!"

……

Not surprisingly, they also heard the shouts of the masses.

I have to say that qiandaoliu's turn against the guest and overturn right and wrong really caught Yan Mengmeng and others unprepared!

Outsiders don't know. It seems to be true!

Yan Mengmeng, who represents evil and black, represents the angel of justice.

After all, I still lose!

On the contrary, qiandaoliu continued to open his angel brand loudspeaker. There was a trace of urgency in the old man's voice: "people in the city, get out of here, Qibao Liuli sect. You helped evil demons to harm all living beings. Today, my Wulin hall will never die!"

Ning Fengzhi:

Yan Mengmeng: "old man, what about the dignity of your martial soul hall?"

Thousands of streams slowly fell down, looked back at bibidong, then shook his head, sighed and said nothing.

Then came to Ning Fengzhi, the old voice rang out: "as a result, you also saw that now you Qibao Liuli sect still want to help her?"

Ning Fengzhi: "ha ha, it's ridiculous. Tang Hao used this method back then? Do you think we will be the same as haotianzong?"

Sword Douluo: "less nonsense, come if you want to fight!"

He is worthy of being his own master. He does it without saying a word.

As soon as the seven kill sword came out, he lifted the sword and pointed at the thousand streams in front of him.