Chapter 1187

"Magic?"

Listen to the word "magic", don't ask the corners of the mouth slightly raised, a touch of evil smile instantly spread.

Magic? What is magic?

Is the higher martial arts he has never seen called magic?

"Boy, say!"

"What kind of magic did you use?"

Looking at Mo Wentian's evil smile, Jiang Jinfeng's expression became colder and colder, and he drank coldly.

"Old bastard, what the emperor did is not magic!"

"You are already a dying man. Even if the emperor tells you, it doesn't matter. What the emperor does is to deceive the world!"

The next moment, don't ask what the sky seems to think of, and a cold light rises in his eyes.

"Deceive the world?"

"I seem to have heard of this name somewhere!"

Hearing the speech, Jiang Jinfeng whispered to himself, and fell into thinking.

He always felt that it was a lie. He had heard of it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Boss, kill all these mole ants!"

"Will all the gods and souls be left to be devoured by red clothes?"

Suddenly, a flash of pure light flashed in Xiao Jiao's eyes, giving Mo Wentian a way to convey the sound.

"The spirit was devoured by red clothes?"

"Well, kill them all, and just leave the spirit and space ring!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's words, Mo Wentian instantly remembered red clothes and red clothes. For a moment, a complex light flashed in his eyes, and his voice couldn't help being cold.

"OK, boss!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao hurriedly said brightly.

"Xiao Jiao, this is a martial artist with a full 500 heavenly kings in the realm of perfection. I know that you and magic heaven's cultivation have broken through the realm of the emperor, but it's better to be careful!"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian seemed to think of something. Looking at Xiao Jiao, he told him.

"Boss, don't worry, I'll be careful!"

"You should be careful yourself. This old bastard has a lot of means!"

Mo Wentian's caring voice came, and the corner of Xiao Jiao's mouth was slightly. Thinking of Jiang Jinfeng's strength means, Xiao Jiao's expression suddenly became dignified.

"Yes!"

"You go and solve them all quickly, so as not to have a long dream!"

Don't ask Tian qingen and nod.

Listen to Mo Wentian's words, a dragon and a demon did not hesitate at all, and their power soared in an instant.

"The Dragon wags its tail!"

With a cold drink, Xiao Jiao directly showed his dragon's tail.

Xiao Jiao's cultivation has broken through to the early stage of the emperor, and it is not far from the middle stage of the emperor.

His dragon body is now more than 1500 feet, and the dragon tail of Xiaojiao is now 100 feet in size.

The cold voice rang out, and Xiao Jiao dodged, and the dragon tail, which was 100 feet in size, pulled directly at the disciples of the tianniu clan.

"No, the Dragon wants to beat us, get back!"

"The dragon is so powerful that we are not his opponents. Get back!"

"And the furry monster, his breath is terrible!"

"Back, back, back!"

……

Looking at the dragon tail with the size of 100 feet pulled towards him, the 500 perfect disciples of the heavenly king's first reaction was to step back.

"Back what back!"

"It's just two monsters that have just broken through to the early days of the emperor. Your 500 heavenly kings are complete. Can't you defeat them?"

"Take action and solve these two monsters for me. I want to see what this boy can fight against this elder without the help of these two monsters!"

On that day, when the disciples of Niu clan wanted to step back, a cold and fierce voice came.

Hearing the words, their bodies instantly froze in place.

They dare not disobey the orders of the four elders. For the disposition of the four elders, they are very clear that if they disobey his orders and wait for them, it will not be a good thing.

But if they listened to the orders of the four elders, maybe their 500 people still had a chance to face the two monsters, Xiaojiao and magic heaven.

"The four elders are right. We have 500 heavenly kings who are perfect, and 50 of us are about to break through the early stage of the emperor. Are we so many people afraid of two monsters?"

"Yes, we have to fight, we can't retreat!"

"What's the face of our tianniu clan when we retire?"

"For the sake of the tianniu clan, we fought!"

……

Listening to Jiang Jinfeng's words, strong and incomparable figures rose in an instant.

"Tianniu fist!"

"Longicorn palm!"

"Tianniu skill!"

……

The next moment, a series of angry voices sounded.

Immediately, the five hundred heavenly kings met Xiao Jiao and Huan Tian directly.

"Fantasy, the front 350 people are mine, and the back 150 are for you!"

Looking at the 500 disciples of the tianniu clan who greeted him, the corners of Xiao Jiao's mouth slightly grinned and said in a deep voice.

"No problem!"

Huan Tian's eyes shrunk slightly and quickly agreed.

"I want to see the strength of the disciples of the tianniu clan who have successfully cultivated their physique!"

"Dragon tail, smoke it for me!"

His mouth was talking to himself, and a cold light flashed in Xiao Jiao's eyes.

With a cold drink, Xiao Jiao's dragon tail, which was 100 feet in size, fell directly towards the disciples of the tianniu clan in front of him.

Seeing this, Huan Tian was not at all willing to be outdone. His figure flashed and disappeared directly in place.

When it reappeared, the figure of magic sky had appeared on the head of a disciple of the tianniu clan.

"Bang..."

The next moment, a burst sound sounded.

The furry claws of Huan Tian directly broke the head of the tianniu disciple. Red and white things instantly shot everywhere, and a strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

"Boy, you..."

"You are so hateful that you let your two monsters shoot at my tianniu disciples!"

Looking at the disciple falling directly, Jiang Jinfeng's killing intention was terrifying.

If the eyes can kill, I'm afraid Mo Wentian at the moment has been killed many times by Jiang Jinfeng's eyes.

"What happened to the disciples of your tianniu clan?"

"The emperor hasn't said anything yet, old bastard, you dare to make a noise. I think your face is thicker than the skin of an elephant!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of coldness and pride.

"Boy, are you scolding me?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Jiang Jinfeng pondered for a while, and then understood the meaning of Mo Wentian's words. Looking at Mo Wentian, he shouted coldly.

"The emperor cursed you!"

"Old bastard, do you still think you shouldn't scold?"

Don't ask heaven, looking at Jiang Jinfeng, how arrogant that looks, how arrogant it is.