~： One hundred and twenty-five. Moonlight! Flash them!

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(three more)

The night was gleaming, and in the depths of the dark woods, suddenly opened a pair of ghostly pupils, like a large light bulb, exuding orange light.

The talents of Yang Ming and his team have just rested for less than an hour and faced severe challenges again.

is near!

is closer!

The ground undulates violently, and the rumbling footsteps sound from far and near.

Large shrubs were trampled directly in the mud pits, shattered under the footprints that followed, the birds in the forest flew, and twitter was very annoying.

Yang Ming's pupil shrank suddenly, with the help of the three-wheel jade writing wheel eyes, through the heavy night, he saw the scale of the beast tide, it was actually a bit bigger than the day!

A familiar figure rushed out first. That was the first thousand-year-old Soul Beast that resembled a Tyrannosaurus Rex encountered by Yang Ming and his colleagues. It was nearing the promotion of the Soul Beast of Ten Thousand Years.

Zhao Wuji and She Po Chaotianxiang have already formed an offensive and defensive alliance, and immediately summoned Wu Soul to come forward and intercept.

Zhao Wuji's whole body muscles build up, and he turns into a devil with a height of more than two meters, and then he has a bald head that was burned by Yang Ming before his hair. It looks like the teacher Saitama is alive.

A big palm with golden light was shot forward like a bulldozer. The air in front of the palm was compressed very condensed. Wherever the wind pressure passed, the fallen leaves on the ground all collapsed a little.

She Po Chaotianxiang is equally strong, waving the snake head stick in both hands, and the wooden stick shadow is quite good.

Originally, with the strength of a soul sage and a soul emperor, it is more than enough to deal with a soul beast of more than 9,000 years.

However, what makes people feel desperate is that behind this soul beast, there are twenty real soul beasts in the real sense!

Every year old Soul Beast crimson eyes, spraying fireworks-like anger and hatred from the pupil.

Regardless of whether this beast tide was caused by humans at first, but at this step of the field, the aversion and hatred from humanity have already completely inspired the blood and tyranny in the hearts of these soul beasts. If you don’t kill a blood, it will be impossible. Stop their pace!

Zhao Wuji and She Po Chaotianxiang were entangled by twenty thousand-year-old soul beasts. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the thousand-year-old soul beast like a Tyrannosaurus rex entered the camp directly.

If only there is only one head, Yang Ming and the rest of the people are confident that they will win it within three minutes.

The problem is, after that, there is a turbulent soul beast surging!

The largest number is the ten-year soul beast, followed by the centenary soul beast, and the millennium soul beast has a full hundred.

Even the most obscure ten-year-old soul beast, once the number has surged and reached tens of thousands, it has undergone qualitative change from quantitative change, making people dare not underestimate it!

In front of such a rolling tide, Yang Ming can only protect himself and the people around him.

"Brother!"

Watching the beast tide intercept the camp from it for a minute and a half, Xiao Wu jumped anxiously at the spot, raising her hand towards Yang Ming.

"Don't be afraid of the little dance, I will come here!"

Yang Ming tried his best to cross the tide of the beast, but there are too many soul beasts around him. Although most of them are ten years of soul beasts, they can be easily killed with a sword, but these usually unremarkable soul beasts have become The biggest obstacle.

At this time, Yang Ming was left with Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Meng, who had just met, still three people.

The rest of Dai Mubai's people were scattered by the sudden beast tide and could only ask for happiness.

Blinking, Meng still came to Yang Ming.

Meng still clearly saw Yang Ming's dilemma, saying:

"Look at the portion you invited me to eat chicken legs, I'll help you!"

Don’t look at Meng, she still looks like a slender girl. When she started, she was not a girl. Not only was she imposing, she was full of domineering spirit.

The first soul ring skill, tongue blade!

Among the snake heads at the top of the snake head cane, a two-foot-long tongue blade spewed out, instantly pulling closer to a century-old soul beast. The tongue blade flashed a blue luster, obviously smeared with poison.

The 100-year-old Soul Beast twisted his waist extremely. Although he barely avoided the point, he inevitably cut a wound obliquely with his tongue.

The wound immediately began to ulcerate, and the toxic erosion entered.

Being poisoned, the century-old soul beast's movements became sluggish and stiff, and Meng still simply slammed a sap on the back of the head, knocking him to a concussive death.

I have to say that Meng is still a very aggressive offensive in this rabbit's ups and downs.

However, before and after, it took a full five minutes to clean up a century-old soul beast.

But the beast tide under the vast night, like the one-hundred-year-old soul beast that was just killed, not to mention thousands, there are hundreds of heads that can't be killed at all.

Meng still had a meal in her hand. Originally, she thought she would be praised by Yang Ming.

After all, among her peers, it is not uncommon to be able to kill her century-old soul beast so cleanly.

It's just that she waited for a moment, didn't wait for the praise, and was confused.

Turning his head, Meng still saw an extremely stunning sword spirit.

The sword energy of the wide door panel splits vertically, and looks at the soul beast in front as if there is nothing, and cuts the soul beast in half like a hot knife cutting butter, no matter whether it is a ten-year beast or a hundred-year-old beast. , Minced meat like chopped melon and vegetables was scattered across the ground.

In an instant, Yang Ming cut a narrow road directly in the beast tide, about one meter long and about half the size of a human head, and soon filled the gap with the beast tide behind.

Even so, Meng who watched still exhaled directly.

However, Yang Ming seemed to be very dissatisfied with this result, frowning into a Sichuan shape. UU reading

"This is not enough!"

After hearing that, Meng still had a violent chest ups and downs, which was all annoying.

At this moment, Meng is still like a scum in the classroom. After issuing the test papers, he thought that he scored 90 points and played well. However, he saw that the classmates in the class scored 149 against himself. Straight frowned, sighed, and said, "The test is really bad."

Oh, the full score is 150 points.

Sometimes people are better than others, and they really get angry.

Yang Mingke has no mood to care about other people, seeing all kinds of soul beasts in all directions, his heart faintly anxious.

It was at this time that a round of Jiao Jie protruded a corner from behind Bo Yun, splashing the moonlight like a tulle under the projection on the ground.

The cold moonlight fell from the gap between branches and leaves, and fell on Yang Ming.

spread his right palm and looked at the light spot in his palm, Yang Ming was shocked.

The mysterious sword in his hand seemed to respond to his emotions, and the sword made a wandering sword sound.

Suddenly clenched the sword handle, Yang Ming's eyes burst into a terrible light, and directly killed the beast tide.

"Moonlight! Flash them!"

(Thanks for the rewards from the starting book friends)