~： One hundred and fifty. The night is dark and the wind is high

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(two more)

The night is bright and the river is quiet, and the good wind is thousands of miles away.

Shui Dian renxian, Hao teeth clear song.

The heavy rain gradually came to a halt, and the curtain of water glides down along the tilted angle of Dou Li. Yang Ming looked down at the Soul King who stepped on the soles of his feet, and was about to pierce his heart with a sword.

Then, at the next moment, a sudden change!

The rain pits accumulated on the bluestone floor raised bubbles, and the rainwater suddenly clustered to form a thick bucket of water snakes, snake heads and snake tails, and snake scales with long and long nails, which shaped the lifelike life.

The jaws of dozens of water snakes are as wide as bones, exposing triangle-shaped fangs and teeth, and the tail of the snake is fiercely thrown. In the splash of a pool of waves, the wolf rushed out like a rush.

"Ok?"

Yang Ming's eyes were fixed, and he could see through the three-wheel jade writing wheel eyes that these water snakes were actually injected with a lot of soul power. Each water snake was individually proposed, and its strength was no less than that of the ordinary soul master.

Feeling the support, Yang Ming, the deacon of Wu Hun Temple disguised as a grocery store owner, stepped up his arms in angrily, raised the feathers growing under his armpits, and the thousand-year-old soul circulating around him Zimang.

At the next moment, Ling Yu detached from under the armpit, turned into a sharp hidden weapon, and faced Yang Ming's evil spirit mask!

Obviously, as a soul king, he was humiliated by being trampled on his feet under the carelessness of his feet, which has already made him feel resentful.

"Humph!"

With Yang Ming snorting, a burly figure appeared behind Yang Ming.

Wearing iron hats, wearing half-length plate armor, and a purple scarf around the neck, at least 1.8 meters tall, the mouth and half of the face are hidden in the scarf, revealing only a pair of green eyes.

The ban!

The strength of the ban is linked to Yang Ming. The more soul power Yang Ming provides, the stronger his strength will be.

Yu Ban held two-meter-long long blades in both hands, and his wrist turned flexibly. The long blades turned like a windmill, and spurred a gust of wind. In the clink of a jingle, he would shoot the feathers that were coming face to face. Stop all.

Taking advantage of such a short space, the grocery store owner's arms covered with feathers fluttered, and a soft breeze dragged the heavy body, away from Yang Ming quickly.

At this moment, Yang Ming also had no intention to chase him down.

Because, a series of twelve figures appeared in the shadows of the corners strangely like Dongying Ninja.

At the same time, an old figure on crutches appeared at the entrance of the hospital. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as a knife and axe. The silver hair was very neat and well-dressed. He wore a satin robe to cover the body of the old dragon.

is just his pair of murky eyes. Because of the perennial status of the superior, with a spirit of anger and majesty, people dare not ignore it easily.

He is Yang Ming's goal this time, Bishop Besca!

A series of seven soul rings appeared at the foot of Bishop Besca, two yellow, three purple, two black, one hundred years soul ring, one thousand years soul ring, ten thousand years soul ring.

The two deep black soul rings turned slowly, making people dare not underestimate the old man who was about to die.

Bishop Bisca, a seventy-eight pole spirit holy!

Beska is like a wrinkled lips with orange peel. It can be seen that the teeth under his lips have long fallen off, showing a deep throat, but the tone does not diminish that year, with the strength of the superior, saying:

"Why don't two uninvited friends take off their masks and let the old look to see if they are old acquaintances?"

As the saying goes, the enemy is very jealous when they meet.

Yang Ming originally thought that when he saw Bishop Bisca, he was able to calm down the emotional emotions in his heart, but when he thought of these years, the other party's ingenuity was actually playing with himself in the palm of the hand, and the three hooks in the pupil Accelerate the rotation involuntarily, and it will be joined together to form a peculiar pattern.

It was just the last, as if one of the most important opportunities was still missing. This pattern was only a little bit of a prototype, which was the subsequent weakness, and it was difficult to enter.

"Sister Baoer."

Yang Ming's hoarse and low voice sounded, and Baby Feng immediately understood that the figure was flying forward.

Catch the thief to capture the king first, and shoot the horse first!

At this moment, there must be no way to conceal the fighting here. Only before the title Douluo from the Wuhun Temple arrived and before the Soto City guards responded, the Bishop Besca was killed as quickly as possible before he could calmly leave.

Baby Feng's speed is very fast, but the twelve figures protecting Bisca's side, the offensive comes faster!

A deformed figure that seemed to come out of the wall. There were five soul rings under his feet, his palms pressed against the ground, and the purple and colorful soul rings bloomed dazzlingly.

The man's martial spirit is very strange, but it is called the ground wall.

As long as it is a wall and a floor, he can exert influence, and the effect is very limited.

Under certain circumstances, it can have unimaginable power.

If there is no Wuhun Palace to find out the stranger among his civilians, it is extremely difficult for him to become a Soul Master, not to mention becoming a Soul King, because of his deformed body, the wonderful Wu Soul, It may not even survive into adulthood.

At the next moment, the ground covered with bluestone floor was like a carpet, which was lifted by this man!

The ground is bumpy up and down, and the floating **** is very steep, just like the roughness of a wave. A wave covers a wave, and a wave is much higher than a wave.

Baby Feng was caught off guard and stumbled under his feet, almost falling.

Fortunately, Baby Feng is very solid, and he is so angry, he gathers his legs and feet, and his feet seem to be rooted, letting the ground continue to turn She is as stable as an old dog like the Dinghai **** needle.

It was only this way. Although Baby Feng avoided the bumps, he also stopped chasing.

The remaining eleven figures, each of the eight immortals showed their magical powers, and each of them used martial arts and soul skills, and various attacks came like a row of mountains and sea.

The twelve soul sects, soul kings, and soul emperors all joined together, and the strong fluctuations of soul power stirred the surrounding air up and down.

Boom!

A burst of smoke rose, and Baby Feng flew out of it. The black robe opened with a few slits. The skin that was tender enough to squeeze out water could be seen in a glance.

Those wounds recovered as they were in a moment, and Baby Feng got up from the rain pit, flapping the rain on his body like no one else, and from the soaked black robe, a very attractive arc was outlined.

"Ok?"

Bisca, who was originally watching quietly, made a startled and suspicious horror.

The muddy eyes opened a little bit subconsciously, trying to see more real, of course, not trying to see something through the soaked black robe, even if he thought, that is also the upper body has an idea, the lower body can't help it?

The focus of Beska is obviously not this, but...

This man in black robe didn't use Wuhun and Soul Ring?

Should I be dazzled?