The Euphorbia falls from a high altitude, its potential is like a meteor falling from sky fire, only the red halo of fire.

There are many other Euphorbia.

There is no complicated appellation, and there is no special feeling. Only Huo Wudi, who is in it, has a heavy complexion. He felt how terrible the energy contained in the Euphorbia was, which was no less than the full blow of the friars in the middle of the dark space.

Don't think that a full swing can be used at any time, just like playing a game, the trick will always stay at the critical time. In the face of a real battle, everyone would like a big move to refresh every minute and force the food on the opposite side to be slaughtered completely.

Now facing Tang Chuan's all-out attack, even if he fled to a hundred meters away, the power of infiltration also made him have to go all out.

"Boom

Several flying butterflies are dancing around Huo Wudi, abrupt and natural. Only a few monks in the dark realm can see the power of these butterflies. Each of them contains huge energy, which may explode at a touch.

Only the authorities know their own pain, surrounded by several butterflies Huo Wudi cold sweat DC. Intuition told him that the butterflies were powerful, and they were.

Otherwise, he would not try to avoid, allowing Tang Chuan to hide in the corner like a poisonous snake, and rush forward at any time to kill himself.

He didn't care about it later, and he didn't dare to touch them. To be exact, they were four butterflies.

The nervous tension will eventually relax, as if these butterflies are not as terrible as she imagined.

It's like a mortal who sees a white moth in a graveyard. It's an ordinary creature. Because of the strange place it appears, it also becomes strange.

These butterflies are really made of aura, but they are not very powerful. They are just tangchuan's prank, which is not perfect.

Maybe the next time you use them, you will become a terrible butterfly. This time, you won't.

Huo Wudi, who is not clear, has also made up his mind. He has never been a man waiting for death. As long as there is a ray of vitality, he will explore and expand it into a real one.

Suddenly, he stepped into the air under his feet and rose abruptly. His sword was like a rainbow. All cut in a butterfly, burst, the feeling of palpitation near.

Tens of meters of tentacles beat the sky, even the low clouds were scattered, turned into smoke.

"This is my pet. Do you want to fight him?" The old woman took out her own card, an octopus that was not weaker than Xuankong. At the moment, in the sea, his strength was more powerful than one chip.

"I don't like seafood, so forget it!" Tang Chuan chose to retreat. He couldn't see any hope of holding on. He could only retreat unhappily.

With the octopus, there are three monks in the dark realm on the table of Qingcheng sword sect, but only one and a half of them.

Although the other friars shared a common hatred against the enemy just now, they didn't like Qingcheng sword sect, but it was absolutely impossible for them to do it.

Not even one.

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