Chapter 1318

Xiaoya Mingming didn't see any attack, she was very sure of that.

But what is the magic power of control now?

Seeing that Xiaoya seemed to be meditating, the nameless man said coldly, "don't waste your time. You won't understand my dark power."

Xiaoya is still thinking. Although she can't say it clearly, she always feels that this power has a very familiar flavor, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"It seems that you still didn't listen to me..."

The man's fingerprints changed again. The iron gate suddenly trembled. A Black Mist suddenly flew out of the gate and attacked Xiaoya.

This strange black fog looks thin, but it exudes a decadent force. When it floats along the way, there will be a wavy texture in the air.

Seeing the black fog, Xiaoya wakes up suddenly. Instead of fearing, she laughs: "ha ha! I see. You are a little like sister Tang's power of the underworld! "

This words, the man finally appeared for the first time face startled.

"What are you talking about! The power of the underworld? "

"Yes! But your photo is far worse than sister Tang's power in the underworld! Hum

Xiaoya suddenly straightens out her chest and clenches her fists tightly. As her eyes coagulate, the air around her suddenly becomes hot and dry.

All of a sudden, a colorful streamer suddenly rose from her feet. Then, a wisp of colorful streamer gradually spread into a rich colorful aura, quickly wrapping her body.

At this moment, she seems to break free from the shackles of space, abruptly tear a hole in the space, and then continue to turn into a bunch of colorful light, directly across the sky, to avoid the diffuse black fog.

"That's What

Before waking up from the four words "the power of the underworld", the man was shocked by Xiaoya's mysterious power.

Not only that, Bai Zhixue also saw Xiaoya for the first time. Now Xiaoya is like the most shining star in the sky. Her whole body is covered with gorgeous seven color streamers. Moreover, it seems that her speed is more amazing than before. When she gallops in the air, she leaves dozens of seven color lights.

At that speed, in the end, even the nameless man couldn't catch it with his eyes!

"Give me a punch!"

When the man was looking around, a sharp Chi of Xiaoya came from his ear. Before he looked around, an extremely strong force suddenly hit him in the face.

"Poof

With a terrible blow, the man's face was almost distorted. With a front tooth flying out, his whole body flew out in an instant.

In the process of the man's miserable backward flight, his hands still keep his fingerprints. This detail is also captured by Xiaoya.

"Hands can't be separated. Isn't it a bit like the eighth style of Zui Baxian of big brother..."

Xiaoya's smiling eyes narrowed and turned into a streamer again. At the moment when she flew out, a black fog surrounded her from all directions, covering the place where she was before.

"What is this power...!"

The man flew backward for a distance and forced to stabilize his figure. Before he had time to raise his eyes, there was a flower in front of him. A small fist came face to face again and hit him on the bridge of his nose.

With a crackling sound, the man finally released his hands and flew backwards into the Tianhe river.

As his hands parted, the strange door in the air gradually disappeared.

"Hey, hey, I thought you had a lot of skills. It turned out that's all you have!"

Xiaoya touched her nose without any trace, and dazzled everyone on the wall.

I'm afraid the little girl has a bright future in the future!

See Xiaoya proud figure, Bai Zhixue showed a happy smile.

Xiaoya's potential is something they can't envy, but similarly, with such a potential partner, her third brother will no longer fight alone.

Under the haze of the sky, Xiaoya stood with her waist akimbo, looking at the rolling river downstream, could not help but frown: "just broke the bridge of the nose, not to die..."

She hasn't played enough. It's rare to have a serious opponent.

Just as she was squinting at every change in the river, many hot bubbles came out of the river.

When these bubbles roll up and come out of the water, they will explode into a white fog.

"Eh?"

Feeling the unusual change of the river, Xiaoya quickly goes back a distance.

All of a sudden, a great pressure of spirit enveloped the whole river. This force has been climbing, and finally stayed in the eight star heaven realm!

Feeling the great pressure, Xiao Ya suddenly turned pale and yelled at the direction of the wall: "hurry up! Lend me two swords"Good!" "Go on!"

Lvluo and Cuiying throw out their swords one after another.

Xiaoya twinkled and held the two long swords in her hands. With a little effort, the two swords suddenly gave out a piercing cry.

"This is What's the meaning of the sword? "

Seeing Xiaoya's skillful control, Bai Zhixue is shocked.

Even if Bai Chen wants to use the inexplicable sword, he needs to use his fingers to instill spiritual power into the sword body before he can use it.

But Xiaoya can use this move only by her mind. This skill is beyond the reach of Bai Chen!

"Oh

Ten thousand splashing waves suddenly exploded on the river, and the cold faced man jumped up. His body was covered with dark blue scales and had a long tail.

"This is..." Bai Zhixue looks at the man who has a terrible breath, remembers what Bai Chen said before, and finally exclaims: "Xiaoya! Be careful, he's from wanchaoge! "

"Wanchao pavilion?" Xiaoya holds two swords and stares angrily: "Dongfang Ke'er is dead, but Wanchao Pavilion still has some evil left!"

"Oriental Kor?"

When the man heard the name, he had a look of disgust in his eyes: "Oh, that kind of rubbish is worthy to be compared with my lord?"

Lord of God?!

Wanchao Pavilion, another god!!

……

At the same time.

Zhengzhou streets, some depression at night, Bai Chen carrying a wine jar, boring walking in the street, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, self mockery smile: "how boring life ah, this western regions, really meaningless."

Eyes in a trance, white Chen suddenly brow a wrinkly, stopped a pace.

Not far in front of him, an old man with white hair covering his face stood still like a ghost. His white hair had been falling from his head to the ground. From the visual point of view, it was not like an ordinary person!