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Xuanhao was very excited to fight with those bloody winds. Although he didn't know what was inside and how to stop this seemingly endless fierce fight, he was not worried at all. She was very stable and even excited with the feeling of crushing for a long time 。

Since his resurrection, he seems to have never felt the pleasure of crushing. When fighting with Zhong Ming, he was crushed by many leagues. When fighting with those strange trees, he suppressed himself intentionally or unintentionally. Never before could he be released, crushed or even slaughtered without reservation. Yes, Xuanhao has already started his slaughter.

Not only did he turn his right hand into a dragon claw, but now his left arm was also painted with that thick and strong black dragon claw. The black scales were inlaid on her two arms one by one. The Dragon claws looked extremely sharp. The whole feeling was on the dark with a faint silver light. In the white fog, it kept flowing, flashing and extinguishing, and was dense on the whole arm.

Even in the white fog, smart can't see the change of the current number selection, nor can it be seen with the naked eye. Xuanhao's momentum is lifted in an instant. However, the conclusion of the blood contract between Zhou Ming and Xianhao allows her to infer the changes of Xuanhao's body structure through the changes of blood and breath. It may be hanging well. I don't know that when he was a human, the fluctuation of his blood pulse, or the velocity of his blood and the blood gas it emitted were slightly stronger than the bell itself. However, whenever he turned into a dragon, or a part of his trunk turned into a dragon, his blood flow would speed up madly, and even the fluctuation of blood gas was even more intense than usual. And when this anomaly gradually revealed, Zhong Ming also roughly knew Xuanhao's current situation.

In a word, when the bell is over, think back to your confused thoughts. He raised his head in silence and felt a gust of wind hanging in front of him. Without waiting for him to think about what happened quietly, the unknown creature in the bloody wind had been torn into unknown pieces by Xuanhao's sharp dragon claws, and a bunch of bright red blood instantly exploded in the air, and the strong smell of blood covered the air in an instant Overuse of flowers and grass mixed together, that kind of pungent and with an inexplicable fragrance.

Fortunately, Zhong Ming dodged in time and didn't let a drop of blood splash on his body and his handsome and cold face.

Zhong Ming kept silent and restrained his inner thoughts. He followed Xuanhao back to back and went to the outer place. He took his first step from entering here to now. Zhong Ming slowly followed Xuanhao's more and more cool brush, more kill more excited steps to the place not far away.

Zhong Ming and Xuanhao are all ready for war.

However, in the fog, they don't know what creatures are causing trouble. Of course, the word "biology" is only applicable to the description of unknown enemies. At this moment, they have no idea whether they are facing a living creature or not.

Of course, no matter whether there is life or not, there is no psychological burden for Zhong Ming. She has lived two lives and is used to the dangers of people's hearts. Even if it is the corpse of her ancestors, Zhong Ming will still choose to kill them after full consideration of the advantages and disadvantages. After all, if they are ancestors, they certainly don't want to be a stumbling block to the younger generation. This proves that, in order to check the minds of his ancestors, he can not let go of these inexplicable creatures.

As for Xuanhao, even if it's a nameless creature that really has life, then she may experience some moral entanglement, but in the end, in order to fulfill the master's wish and to be able to survive in this world, he may not hesitate to kill these enemies. Of course, if these enemies come up and want their own lives, then there is no need to hesitate about the number selection. All his thoughts are not so important in front of the bell and the water chestnut grass.

The two men opened fire, even if they could not see each other's face, body shape or flashing figure in the fog. Even though they didn't know what the other was, their firepower value was still very strong. The bell just called out his own blue spirit, and brushed several sword shadows, which made the bloody rain The unknown creature in the wind was cut to pieces, and the blood clots were scattered in the city, in the fog.

When the sword flowers are lifted up, the blue light will become a piece in an instant, which looks extremely gorgeous and exquisite.

Different from Zhongming, Xuanhao is simple, direct and rude. His five dragon claws were starving the enemy's throat. Of course, it may not be the throat, or it may be some unknown parts. However, the dragon claw of the selected number is big enough and powerful enough. No matter what it pinches, the powerful force burst out in an instant can crush all the things in his hands. This is a simple and crude way, but there are still some injuries, because he does not know whether the unknown creature is poisonous, so this is only a way Xuanhao has to do. Then her other way is more cruel.When his five sharp dragon claws were aware of the coming of the other party in advance, that is, when the bloodbath covered up the pungent and fragrant smell of flowers and grass in the air, Xuanhao would be excited in an instant, seize this hard-earned opportunity to crush all the things. So he even called him majestic, and the dark red magic on the wall exploded in the air. His five dragon claws instantly displayed five blade like blades in the air. The huge dark red dragon claws burst out of the air, and instantly tore up the unknown biological flesh and blood on the opposite side and sprinkled it on the ground. In the fog, too many unknown creatures were killed in this scuffle Too many beads of blood.

Unknown creatures, wave after wave, prove and spin on wave after wave of killing, and even can be called killing a friend, a shower of blood burst out, in the air, hidden under the fog, one after another, the remains of the flesh and blood fell to the ground, bone rolling to the distance, however, it seems that this is not a scene Like the action movie at the end of the movie, Zhong Ming waves his sword constantly, gets up late, and occasionally connects all his moves together to bomb each other. His action seems to be a feast of flowing water. All Jianchao has her own feelings. Zhong Ming almost regards this as a practice match now.

And Xuanhao kept repeating his actions, chopping, chopping, pinching and exploding. The sharp swords, which came out of the air, became sharper and thicker, and the blood red became more and more thick. So that in the field of practice, his muscles are strengthened to the same extent as in the exercise of the muscles. Zhong Ming is like this, so is the student number. During this long period of time, they kept repeating the movements of moving clouds and flowing water. They have reached the level of muscle memory for this set of movements.

It was not until the two men were tired of this repeated action, and they did not have the pleasure of killing and crushing. Zhong Ming decided to give up the massacre and look for clues to break through the current situation.

On Zhong Ming's handsome and tough face, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly. His lips were straight, and he looked cold.

He told Xuanhao with telepathy that he must hold all his opponents in front of him to buy time for herself. She had to do something to find out the reason for the current situation and to break it.

A long time of single repetition of this mechanical action may be a little exciting at the beginning, because it is rewarding after all. However, when he really keeps repeating this mechanical action, even if he is a highly self-discipline person of Dragon Prince origin, he can't help but start to have some ideas to give up. However, with Zhongning's advice, even if he is a highly self-discipline person with Dragon Prince's background, he can not help but have some ideas to give up It is he who wants to give up. For the sake of two people's lives, he can't give up. So under the threat of their lives, the two men perform their respective duties. Xuanhao pulls down the bell and all the attacks around him, and even rebounds back. While Zhongming took advantage of Xuanhao to fight for this little time, trying hard to study the way to break the existing scene.

Then he squatted down and stood in the protective circle of the League of China and tried to keep himself close to the ground. Because of gravity, no matter how he acted or even how strange the space was, eventually everything would fall on the ground. The corpse, the corpse and the flesh and blood were the same. Zhong Ming first wants to find out what the things in front of him are. Of course, if he doesn't know him, there is no way. But if he has a chance to see the details of each other, he will always try. In fact, even if he is doing useless work, it is better than knowing nothing.

It moved very simply, raised slender fingers, raised its trousers leg, knelt on one knee, bent back, put its head close to the ground as far as possible, and the hair on the forehead dropped naturally to the ground. It looked as if it had an extremely messy aesthetic feeling. However, at the moment, no one appreciates the hard and handsome beauty of BOC, and no one can be charmed by his cool and clear temperament. At this moment, some are just a bunch of unknown creatures, and even may not even be considered as living beings.

Zhong Ming raised his trouser leg and kept his sight away from the ground. He had just seen what was suspected to be corpses above the ground, and it turned out to be pieces of wood.

He couldn't help but sneer, which made him very angry. Feelings, they waste so much energy, is actually fighting with a group of wooden people?

He felt that he had been cheated. If it was wood, the blood in the air burst out one after another. Was it the illusion of himself and Xuanhao? But if it's an illusion, it's not reasonable. The smell in the air is obviously filled with a smell of blood. What's going on?

He carefully wrapped the stone of the line of wood with the border and floated to the sky and let it stop in front of him.

On that strange poetry meeting, in addition to the lines of wood, but also engraved layer after layer of inscriptions, color seems to have several kinds, but superimposed together, but turned into pure black. Zhong Ming didn't pay special attention to it at first, but at the moment he looked at the inscriptions carefully, as if he remembered something.

These strange things are those magic arts?Zhong Ming quickly returned to the battlefield, sharing part of the pressure for Xuanhao, and at the same time, he sent the strange corpse wrapped in his own border to Xuanhao.

Although Xuanhao seems to be younger than himself in terms of psychological age and physical age, he has lived for tens of thousands of years. At least, he has more experience than himself. It is obvious that Zhong Ming has given this stone to him at this moment, which is obviously deliberate.

However, the fact did not live up to Zhong Ming's expectation, and Xuanhao really knew the origin of the inscription.

"Is this a puppet?" He suddenly stopped his hand and cried out in surprise.

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