Li Yiwei, the leader of the younger generation of Xue Jian Tang Ting, Tang Wanqiu, would not know the importance of the battle last night, and must be waiting for an opportunity.

Ming Niansheng's eyes were cold: "This boy is so smart, but unfortunately, Tang Ting would never take action at this time. Neither the court nor us have hurt him yet. Tang Wanqiu will definitely continue to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight and wait for a better opportunity."

"Since you're so smart, then kill it first!"

Luan Shenglinyou carried one hand behind her back, played with the silver spear with the other hand, and walked towards Li Wei, who was standing in the center of the street. The two kinds of combat methods, Qingluan and Qilin, appeared, and the power of the thoughts was overwhelming and pressed towards Li Wei.

Snowflakes accompany you, and the cold wind whistles.

Countless martial artists showed surprise.

Luan Shenglin You did not hide the excitement and appreciation in his eyes: "You have done the best by playing tricks, seeking survival in the cracks, and making a living in the Jedi. If you were other opponents, it would be possible that you had succeeded. But you are not lucky, and your opponent is me."

"After all, the world has the final say in terms of cultivation. You have too few chips. Xue Jian Tang Ting doesn't like it, and I don't like it either."

"But you should be proud! Because you are so outstanding, I can't help but kill you. I want to get rid of you personally to prevent future troubles."

Luan Shenglin You are still ten feet away, but Li Yiu has already felt that he is unstable, like a candle in the wind, and the other party seems to be able to blow him out in one breath.

The pressure of the two tactics of Qingluan and Qilin was like two mountains pressing on his shoulders, making him unable to breathe.

If you want to stand, you can't breathe.

If you want to breathe, you can only lie down.

"roar!"

The ten-foot-high ghost general burst out with the power of the martial arts level at the Taoist genital realm, and the battle spear slashed downwards, tearing apart the fighting technique and suppressing the idea of ​​fighting.

"boom--"

The ground under the feet of Luanshenglin's feet continued to collapse, mud and stone arched up, spreading in all directions.

What shocked the man's scalp was that he just raised the silver spear in his hand and blocked Zhan Ge, and his body only shook for a moment.

Li Wei's pupils shrank sharply. No wonder Luan Shenglinyou looked like he ignored the subsequent development of the situation. His combat power was too terrible and could completely break through all enemies in the city.

Perhaps, Zuo Qiuting said that the strong man's thinking was indeed different.

Let them compromise unless they can win.

"Wouldn't such a boy make you die at the hands of Youzun? I'll kill him!"

Ming Niansheng was like a bronze cast, and a human-shaped body two meters tall shot out like an arrow, just clenched his fist...

The dense sound of flying swords sounded in my ears.

I saw countless golden flying swords rushing in the wide street behind Li Wei, tearing open the fog and turning into a sword river, rushing towards Ming Niansheng.

The stone slabs on the hundreds of meters long streets were covered with cracked sword patterns.

At this moment, Ming Niansheng was three feet away from Li Wei, so he had to immediately release the body-protecting magic energy to resist the long river of the Golden Sword.

"Da da!"

"Da da!"

...

Zuowu's strange beast ran, raised his head and roared, rushing straight towards the isolated Li Weiwei.
Chapter completed!