Chapter 64： San Gong Qi Duo (1/2)

”The Pasa family really are scum!” Xie Aoyu's anxiety, but he kept telling himself in his heart, be calm and calm!

Dalar stared gloomily at Xie Aoyu.

”Dalal, what do you want to do!” Zi Yan exclaimed.

”It's all like this, even to protect him.” Dalal saw this, and was even more jealous. He gritted his teeth and said, ”Okay, okay, don't you like him, then I will be in your presence, A little bit of work hit him, I made you cry and begged me to do you, and then I would give him a happy, haha ​​... ”

Damn, fight with him!

Xie Aoyu thought of earthen art, clenched his fists, and even if he died, he pulled this guy back as much as possible, so Ziyan would be safe.

”Why, you just want to resist with a little spirit master?” Dalar taunted.

Well, the more I look down on me, the better, Xie Aoyu cried.

What a great figure of Gullit wasn't because he looked down on him too much, but it wasn't because he left a wound and let him escape.

This Dalal is nothing but a rainbow, so there is more chance.

”Dalal!” Ziyan raised her eyebrows.

”Go away.” Dalar said impatiently, reaching out to push away Ziyan, his eyes staring at Xie Aoyu with contempt, he was qualified to do so.

The rainbow level is much higher than the spirit level.

There is another reason, no one would think of the existence of earthen art, this is Xie Aoyu's biggest advantage, he also knows that there is only one chance.

A chance to die.

If you cannot kill Dalal in one shot, you can only be killed.

”Little bunny.” Dalar raised his hand with a slap.

When that slap fell, Xie Aoyu suddenly flashed.

Earthen Art!

It was just a shaking situation, Xie Aoyu suddenly disappeared, the sudden change surprised both Ziyan and Dalal. They had a momentary mistake.

After all, the existence of earthen art is too strange.

Xie Aoyu appeared behind Dalar with the Holy Spirit knife, and slammed Dalar's back fiercely. He was about to die!

There is only one chance.

If Dalal had escaped, then with Dalal's strength, earthencraft would have no effect on him, and it would be him who died.

”Damn!”

With a roar of anger, Dalar hurriedly gathered his fighting spirit to defend himself, while turning sideways, clapping backhand to Xie Aoyu's head.

Because his level is too high, the speed is also amazingly fast, and he didn't perform as arrogantly as Gullit, but chose to dodge.

”what!”

Dalal's speed is still extremely fast, but he still couldn't completely avoid it, but Xie Aoyu scratched a wound on his back, but he turned around and punched it. The powerful force didn't hit Xie Aoyu and shocked him. Fly out.

The strength gap between the two sides is too big.

The only thing Xie Aoyu could do was to defeat the enemy with the help of earthen art.

”Fuck, you're looking for death!” Dalar's fangs cracked and he went really crazy. He flashed and rushed to the past. With such speed, Xie Aoyu didn't have the opportunity to perform earthen art.

It can be seen that when Xie Aoyu faced Gullit, it was not a correct decision to choose to escape directly.

”Dalal!”

Zi Yan's voice containing boundless anger suddenly sounded. She appeared behind Dalar like a ghost, waving a pink punch to Dalar was a punch.

This change once again made Dalal unexpected.

Sangong Qidu can be said to be extremely poisonous, but any one of them cannot use the fighting spirit within three hours, and the fighting energy will quickly dissipate.

Zi Yan can actually control her vindictiveness.

As the most sacred existence, Ziyan is absolutely terrible. Dalal fought forward desperately. He did not fight back because he understood the gap between the two.

Even so, Zi Yan's fist touched her back.

”Oh!”

Dalal was severely hit, his body trembled, his back wound burst, and his body flew out horizontally, hitting a huge rock heavily.

Uncertain Flying Sword!

Where would Xie Aoyu let go of these opportunities, he shook his hand and threw out the thunder knife.

”Oh!”

The Holy Spirit Knife drew an arc in the air and flew towards Dalal's neck.

Dalal's head, which was almost broken by Zi Yan's fist, was still in the trance stage, and felt the coldness was pressing, almost a flash of conditioned reflection.