Chapter 68

Ye Zhiqiu ate melon in the distance, so that several people in the field were speechless.

Zhao Wuji is even more angry. His seven orifices are spitting out their soul power. This little rabbit is really too arrogant. Treat us like monkeys? When I get rid of these four little guys, I'll take care of you.

Zhao Wuji tried to resist the impulse of rushing to beat Ye Zhiqiu. Once again, he put his eyes on the three Tang people. From his eyes, he began to be serious.

"Xiaowu, we are in charge, and Zhuqing is in charge. Delay time. " Tang San stares at Zhao Wuji, his consciousness turns and changes his battle plan in an instant.

In the case of Zhao Wuji serious, to continue to attack, is undoubtedly to send to his door to shoot.

Now what they have to do is to delay time. How long can they delay? The rest of the time can only be left to Ye Zhiqiu.

Tang San thinks that he has already guessed Ye Zhiqiu's idea. He must want to keep his physical strength. By the way, he uses this tactic of eating watermelon to tease Zhao's mood and lead to flaws.

Yes, that's it. Ah Qiu is so clever.

"Kids, I have to admit, you are excellent, but... That's it." Words fall, Zhao Wuji strides forward, straight to Tang three small dance and Ning Rongrong three people go. These three people are Zhao Wuji's priority to solve. Needless to say, the tacit cooperation between Tang San and Xiaowu has left a great impression on Zhao Wuji.

Looking at Tang Sanhe's little dance with a ready posture and full of vigilance, Zhao Wuji grinned, "the third soul skill, gravity enhancement."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Wuji's third purple thousand year soul ring was slightly bright, and it shot straight into the ground under his feet.

All of a sudden, the three or four people in Tang Dynasty felt that their feet were in the mire, and their bodies suddenly became heavy. The Buddhist quilt was put on some kind of shackles, making it difficult to move.

Ning Rongrong, the weakest of the four, is also interrupted at this moment. She herself is a little unstable and has a cold sweat on her forehead.

The increase effect of Qibao glazed pagoda disappeared, which made Tang San's situation even worse. His body, which could barely stand upright, was suddenly bent down.

Zhao Wuji looks at several people's appearance, in the eye has the light smile. He was afraid that he might hurt these children, and he had not used all his strength. However, even if a soul saint's thousand year soul skill only played half of its power, it could not be easily resisted by Tang San and his great soul masters.

On the court, at this time, the Tang San Ji people may be able to barely move around, but compared with the speed before, no doubt too much slower, and Zhao Wuji himself is not affected.

There is little difference between escaping and not escaping. The speed has dropped too much.

Instead of turning and running to expose the back, it's better to delay the frontal attack for a few seconds.

Xiaowu is the main attacker, the closest to Zhao Wuji, and naturally the first person to be noticed by Zhao Wuji.

Looking at Zhao Wuji who strides close to him, the little dance does not retreat, but advances, and takes the lead. She stepped forward, a whip leg toward Zhao Wuji hip kick in the past.

"It's very hard." Zhao Wuji does not care about the smile, a hand down, the moment intercepted the small dance kick to the right leg, at the same time, his big hand like eagle claw general, dead buckle small dance ankle.

The little dance gritted her teeth and struggled for a few times. Instead, she made her ankle ache.

"Little dance..." Tang San exclaimed nervously.

"Second soul skill, parasitism." Tang Sany drinks softly. Before using the first soul technique to restrict Zhao Wuji's action, Tang San has left the seeds of BLUESILVER grass on his clothes. Originally, he wanted to use this move to surprise him, but he saw that Xiaowu was caught. He was in a hurry and had to use it.

Three thick blue silver grass in Zhao Wuji instantly diffuse, and once again wrapped him into zongzi, the same only exposed the head.

The reason why he didn't cover his head was that Tang San was not afraid of killing Zhao Wuji, but that if he wrapped Zhao Wuji all over his body, there would be no place to attack.

At this time, the small dance on the field is limited, and only Zhu Zhuqing can carry out an effective attack. Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing have not cooperated with each other. We can only hope that she is smart enough to understand what she means.

Although Zhu Zhuqing's character is cold, it seems that he is not easy to get along with. But there should be some tacit understanding, in the moment Zhao Wuji was locked by the blue silver grass, she was rushed up.

Zhu Zhuqing came to Zhao Wuji's back in a blink of an eye. With silent claw strokes flashing dark light, he beckoned to the back of Zhao Wuji's head. This is her second soul skill, the ghost hundred claws, which can instantly make 100 claw strikes on the same position of the target.

A hundred claw strikes at the same position in a moment will be amazing if it is hit, and it is still a fatal place in the back of the head.

Zhao Wuji face color a change, low roar, "the first soul skill: do not move the Ming King body."

Zhao Wuji's first hundred year soul ring was slightly bright, and a golden bell jar like diamond bear shadow suddenly emerged from Zhao Wuji's body, enveloping him.

All of a sudden, the blue and silver grass around him was shattered into grass crumbs.Zhu Zhuqing's ghost claws roared on it, only making a series of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" sounds, but the Vajra bear shadow mask can not be broken at all, and there is no crack.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes are a little anxious. The best attack opportunity is missed. Next, they are likely to suffer Zhao Wuji's counterattack.

"Youming chop." Zhu zhuqingjiao drinks and plays her first soul skill. She wants to retreat with the force of anti shock.

Zhao Wuji is smiling, now want to go, is it too late?

Zhu Zhuqing, who is retreating, only feels that her body is sinking again. The gravity from the ground seems to be strengthened again, which makes her action of tumbling and retreating suddenly become a little deformed and out of shape.

Zhao Wuji suddenly improved the power of the third soul skill, which Zhu Zhuqing expected.

Zhao Wuji naturally seized such a good opportunity. Zhu Zhuqing, who was delivered to the door, was pressed on his shoulder in the blink of an eye, unable to move.

"You are both eliminated. Go away. " Zhao Wuji looked at the next left and one right, and the little dance and Zhu Zhuqing were carried by him. There was a little smile in his eyes.

With a slight swing of his hands, he threw them out of the battlefield with ingenuity and came to Dai mubai, who was watching the battle.

Xiaowu and Zhu Zhuqing stand outside the field, looking at each other, their emotions are somewhat depressed.

"Hoo ~" to see that the little dance was not hurt, Tang San was relieved.

"Little boy, it's too early to relax." Zhao Wuji looks at Tang San and grins.

As for Zhao Rongji, he did not. The girl was weak and could not carry her third soul skill. At this time, she had already run far away from the coverage of gravity enhanced soul skill. Moreover, it seems that her soul power seems to be not much, has no effect.

Now, as long as Tang San is solved, we can beat that arrogant little guy.

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