C581 (1/2)
Like a white ghost, the emperor of Chu has been plundered into the battlefield. On the Yu god sword in his hand, the mysterious totem and incantation outline the dense sword light. At the moment when it was flying across the sky, a fierce sword like storm surged between heaven and earth.
The fat man, who is following Hong Ling's buttocks, is suddenly rolled up by the storm, and in a moment, he falls from the air in some confusion. Boom! He heavily hit a crater on the ground, some disheartened scraped away the soil and climbed out of the pit.
”Ah, bah, Hong Ling, I protest. You are a special pit for me!” He was shouting that a giant warrior had stepped over the crater and pressed him into the crater again. The voice stopped suddenly, and the fat man's angry voice came, ”you bastard, how dare you step on your granddad's handsome face?”
Boom! The earth suddenly rises and explodes, but it is the dead fat man who tries his best to burst out his own strength. In his hand, the wolf toothed stick was holding a huge Qi machine, and he suddenly smashed a stick towards a ghost wolf Wei Tai Yi. Such a huge momentum made the affected monk look cold.
Keng! The long knife stopped the wolf toothed stick, and the monk of the divine realm suddenly vomited blood and threw it away. He couldn't understand how the fat man could have such terrible power. A single blow is enough to make him suffer. If you get a few more blows, I'm afraid you will be beaten up.
”This fat man should be Sun Jia, the commander of the Zhenwu army of the great Chu. How can this guy be so fierce? It's a little different from what you said in the newspaper The monk, who was beaten to vomit blood, was staring at the fat man, who was about to retaliate, but there was a sharp roar in his ear.
The giant magic soldier, who was robbed by the fat man, swept through the air with the sickle, and didn't mean to stop. Every hit it makes, it stays at the top of the game, and there's no limit to living people. Neither because of fatigue and make their own strength can not play the peak of combat strength, nor because of injury and have the slightest cowardice.
Gritting his teeth and waving a knife to stop the blow, the monk in the divine realm was shocked back by the sickle. He vomited blood on his back. Before he could breathe, he was beaten by a mace on his back. Boom! This man is like a meteorite falling to the sky, falling heavily on the ground. In a flash, the earth was hit by him deep holes, produced a spider web like cracks.
”Asshole, two fight one, what kind of hero!” The friar was in a hurry, and suddenly broke through the air, pointing at the fat man and swearing.
”I'm not a hero. I'm a handsome man. Do you understand me?” The fat man slapped the mace on the palm of his left hand, but was pricked by his sharp thorn. He tried to endure, trying to maintain the handsome temperament, but the corners of his eyes were aching.
”Hoo!” The Taiyi state of mind tried to calm down their own mentality, not to be angry by the dead fat man. His figure flashed again, and he chopped at Sun Jia with a knife. The sharp sword light, with the meaning of permeating cold knife.
The fat man turned his mouth and didn't care about the light of the knife. He even took out his ears with his free hand. Keng! The black armor on the bright spark itself lit up, which made Sun Jia's body shake slightly. He reached for the blade and let it shine in the palm of his armor.
”Haha! Did you not eat this knife? ” He laughed so much that his eyes almost disappeared in the cross, and he swung the mace upward. Bang! The monk's chin was smashed directly, and the whole row of teeth flew up, and the fat man spat at him.
He looked at the hard hit monk, who was about to hit another blow, and the shrill sound of a knife came from his ear. Hiss! The friar was cut into two pieces, which made the fat man stunned. He looked at the sickle tip hovering half an inch in front of his eyebrow, and could not help shouting at the giant magic soldier.
”You, you, you, you bastard, take it easy for me. If I cut my handsome face, do you want me to eat by my talent? Ah He swearing took off the space ring of the dead friar, looked at the giant magic soldier holding a sickle, and raised his foot to kick the corpse.
Bang! He just kicked, and there was a sharp pain on the tip of his foot. He turned around with grinning teeth and was about to leave when the blade of his sickle suddenly stood in front of him, and the point of the sickle pointed to his crotch. A cool feeling rushed into his mind from the sole of his feet. The fat man took a cold breath and bowed to the giant soldier to apologize.
”I'm sorry, I'm wrong!” His crisp apology made the corpse stupefied. Without waiting for this guy to recover, the fat man suddenly rose to the sky and threw a mace on the mummy's chin.
Bang! The mummy fell on his back and stood up in anger again. He yelled, trying to find out the figure of the dead fat man. But he found that he had run back to the battlements of Guanhai city and hid himself.
”Frighten me! Fortunately, the eggs are still there Sun Jia raised his head with satisfaction. A wolf's tooth stick smashed a ghost wolf Wei holy land into meat paste, and then began to stir. ”Sure enough, there are so many good-looking people that even mummies are jealous of me!”
On the earth, Hong Ling is constantly walking between the giant soldiers, and the sword light is surging around. For him, there is no threat from the ten divine realms. These people, even the power of the small world do not understand, it is difficult to take their own full shot.