~： Fifty-eight. You are dead!

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Seeing that Yang Ming was still treating Old Jack, he would not be able to draw his hands at one and a half times. Tang San secretly touched the javelin loaded on his wrist.

Fortunately, in the past year, in addition to learning and training, Tang San worked in the blacksmith's shop in Notting City and forged a batch of hidden weapons. Now the number of hidden weapons is enough to support a fierce battle.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Tang San ordered to Xiaowu:

"The enemy is powerful, we can't face the hard bar, we should mainly delay the time."

Xiao Wu is also aware of the current situation, and naturally will not make trouble unreasonably.

Seeing Heiqi on the street getting closer and closer, Tang San hiding behind the blackened wall and looking at it with the afterglow of his eyes, he secretly calculated the distance of Heiqi from the village head's house.

Five hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

It's now!

There was a burst of light in Tang San's eyes. Under the sand and mud ground, several very inconspicuous blue silver grasses suddenly grew. These blue silver grasses quickly developed and grown under the nourishment of Tang San's soul. Like little pythons, they are connected with each other to form a stumbling line, intercepted on the road of the black riding.

It must be stated that the Holy Soul Village is poor and backward, and the road can only accommodate two horses passing by at the same time.

In addition, Tang San’s blue and silver grass was used for the Yin people, which was unfavorable. The first two black horses tripped and the black horse fell to the ground. Due to the inertial force, the two black riders on the saddle were thrown out. A half-arc free-fall motion was traversed in the air.

The black rider, who didn't stop at the back of the horse, directly hit the stumbling horse in front, and soon fell behind, hitting the person to turn the horse back.

All of a sudden, the scene was messy and a major traffic accident was formed.

Before they could react, Tang San used the benefit of bunkers and the moment when the dust rose to block the enemy's line of sight.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

The sound of a few mosquitoes struck the wind, and relying on the secret weapon technique of Tangmen's hard work, I have to say that Tang San's hand was really beautiful.

In the next moment, there were muffled humming sounds and the sound of corpses falling to the ground.

In the past, at least four people were killed and sixteen injured.

It is a pity that Tang San can only obtain such gains at this opening time by taking advantage of the enemy's secret opportunities to conduct sneak attacks.

After the enemy reacted, the remaining Black Horse came down from the saddle, and a colorful soul light appeared on his body. Tang San's hidden weapon could no longer be as surprising as he had just won.

More than one hundred black riding stations are full of streets, and the black pressure is like a dark cloud over the top of the head, forming a sense of repression, accompanied by leather boots neatly stepping on the ground, which is even more shocking.

Tang San looked back secretly, watching Yang Ming still playing music to treat old Jack, and he was extremely anxious:

"How is it not good?"

This is because he mistakenly blamed Yang Ming. Old Jack was already declining and he was seriously injured. It was already a miracle to be able to wait for Yang Ming to arrive with a sigh of relief.

Seeing the black ride approaching outside the door, Tang San pursed his lips and looked at Xiao Wu, saying:

"Be careful later, be ready to work hard!"

As soon as the words fell, the black horse outside the house suddenly launched an offensive, and the offensive was like a fierce fire!

The black riding beast that rushed to the front roared with a red light, and the man was as brutal as a bull, ignoring the fierce weapon of Tang Santian's flowers, and the blue silver grass growing under his feet.

He pulled hard, and the very tough blue and silver grass had just wrapped around his legs, and he was immediately rooted out. He was so fierce that he rushed to the door of the burnt village chief, and a beast-like roar deep in his throat, fist The martial arts soul of the nest shape emerged, and the fist surged violently.

boom!

The door and walls of the hammer house with double punches, in a moment, half of the house of the village chief's house fell apart like a building block, revealing Tang Sanxiao who retreated back to Yang Ming and old Jack lying on the ground.

"Oh~"

In this noble-looking black horse, two nodules of smoke erupted from his nostrils. Seeing that there were only three little **** boys, plus a half-dead old man, a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and the dragon rushed into the house. .

Yang Ming's expression suddenly changed, his ten fingers struck on the Guqin were retracted, and a touch of golden light converged on the right palm to form the outline of a mysterious sword.

"court death!"

In the frightened eyes of the black rider who came in, Yang Ming waved with his hand, and a stunning sword light chopped out, seeing that the black armor on him was like nothing, and passed directly.

The corpse fell to the ground, blood flowed to the ground.

Seeing the black riders outside rushing in, Yang Ming looked cold and turned his back to Tang Sanhe Xiaowu, saying:

"Take care of my grandpa."

Xiao Wu was startled, her mouth slightly opened:

"Yang Ming, you..."

Xiao Wu originally looked at the large number of enemies, and was trying to persuade Yang Ming not to succeed. The three of them ran away with the old Jack, and perhaps there was still a silver lining.

However, at the next moment, Xiao Wu swallowed back what she had just said.

Not only her, but also Tang San's expression with a silly look on his face, and an unbelievable look on his face.

Soul Skill! Flame Demon Body!

A blue flame jacket emerged from Yang Ming's body, burning the clothes, transforming flesh and blood into flames. The figure expanded like a balloon, quickly pulled up to a dozen meters high, and directly pierced the broken ceiling.

Skull-shaped skulls are wrapped in flames, and the exaggerated horns on both sides of the forehead meander upward, seeming to pierce the sky, and the flaming flames flowing from the head down are like magma, which is constantly releasing terror in all directions. high temperature.

Like the roar of ancient creatures, deep from Yang Ming's throat, ancient and vigorous:

"Why do you bother me?"

A huge blue flame palm fell from the sky, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com is as wide as a shed, wrapped in hot air coming from the face, and when the black riders have not responded, they slammed down with a fierce palm.

In the face of the high temperature of thousands of degrees, the armor, cloth, and flesh and blood all looked so fragile, and a disgusting smell of burnt meat came immediately.

Roughly counted, Yang Ming alone killed more than twenty people!

Looking at the black horses who were constantly receding around, Yang Ming's skull-shaped eyes swayed violently.

The Flame Lord Ragnaros dominates the flame, and Yang Ming, who has merged with it, also has the ability to dominate the flame!

The palm of the flaming flame clapped to the ground, and there was a heart-pounding wave of soul-stirring. The earth suddenly split, showing a straight line spreading forward, more than 100 meters long and 20 meters wide.

Dozens of black knights fell into the cracks and did not react. They followed, and the cyan flames spewed out from the ground, rushing into the sky along the cracks of the cracks, forming a wall of blazing fire, drowning them all in the sea of ​​fire.

"You are dead!"

Yang Ming seemed to vent his furious roar, deafening!

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