From one person to nine to five

Chapter 120 I can get what I want
With the howling wind, Birch flapped his wings and let out a huge roar. He spread his wings and rushed towards an ink white tiger.

When Birch spread his wings, the feathers on the wings burned like flames, exuding a dazzling light, and the billowing black energy kept rolling like a burning flame.

The white tiger stood unhurriedly before the giant bird pounced, and the black and white stripes of ink on its body were also surging like water waves, as if it was facing a challenge.

When the giant bird was approaching, the white tiger bit the giant bird's paw, and then lifted it upwards forcefully, throwing the giant bird out. Birch spread his wings instantly, flew upwards forcefully, and attacked the white tiger with his claws at the same time.

But the white tiger nimbly dodged the attack, and then rushed towards the giant bird. One of its claws slashed across and directly grabbed the giant bird. Birch struggled, trying to break free, but the white tiger's claws were getting closer and closer. Heavy.

Rumbling--

The huge body fell from the sky, and then billowing smoke and dust, black energy, flames and billowing smoke and dust gathered together and continued to rise.

Birch was defeated in just a moment of fighting, even if he went all out from the beginning, he was still helplessly defeated.

Li——

Birch suddenly opened his mouth and let out a huge roar, and the burning flames spread immediately, surrounding the white tiger's body.

Sharp feathers flew out like sharp blades, and then dense attacks fell on the body of the ink white tiger like raindrops, forming black lines one after another.

It seems to be the blood of the white tiger, but it is like the ink of the picture scroll. It can be seen that such an attack can still bring some damage to the opponent after all, but it is very limited after all.

Although the white tiger was surrounded by flames and was constantly slammed by the feathered blade, he still kept calm and shook his body vigorously, trying to escape the shackles of the flames.

Roar--

Finally, an angry roar came out from that bloody mouth.

The huge body of the white tiger seemed to become somewhat blurred, and then a huge wave of air began to spread out from it.

The billowing black and white aura mixed together and continued to spread outward. Not only the audience in the venue but even the audience watching outside the venue were greatly affected.

Everyone trembled under the terrifying coercion, they could feel the strength of that power, and they could feel the terror of their opponents.

At this time, someone in the stands finally made a move, but at this time, it was not someone from the Tianshi Mansion who made the move.

It's that guy from the Wang family, Wang Ai.

Wang Ai's palm is like a hill, strong and strong. When holding the writing brush, the pen shaft seems to be broken by him. His eyes are shining with confidence, as if he has already anticipated the situation at this moment.

The brush is smooth and free in his hands, and the strokes are clear and powerful. With each stroke of his stroke, the ink seems to have life, flowing from the air, and drawing a circle around the entire playing field.

The flow of ink is very slow, like an invisible force is slowly gathering, and finally flows slowly around the entire playing field.

That circle looked like a huge barrier. After landing, it seemed that a high wall was erected to isolate the inside from the outside. In an instant, the violent coercion dissipated without a trace.

God painting - paint the ground as a prison

Everyone looked at this scene, their hearts were full of shock, and they understood that this was the strength of the guy, but this difference in perception could not be eliminated overnight.

Being able to be a guy is still different after all. Although it does not completely represent the top level of strength, after all, the strength must be able to be put on a high level before you can consider the rest.

At this time, I turned my attention to the battlefield, only to find that the two of them were not affected too much.

Naturally, Wang Bing himself didn't need to talk about it. Although the Wang family gave him this magical painting that didn't belong to him at all, they would still give this guy some ways to control him.

After all, he was able to survive such a situation, but for the other player on the field, the pressure was actually not small.

However, Xu Fu's face was indeed somewhat serious. Although his body was struggling as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, he was not completely crushed after all.

At this time, even Birch had already been affected. Under the huge coercion, he could hardly lift into the air, and could only crawl on the ground.

The white tiger in front of him held his head proudly like the ruler of all things, scorning everything, as if he dismissed everything.

At this moment, something seemed to appear suddenly under its feet, and groups of black shadows began to spread.

Then black tentacles spread out from the shadow one after another, wrapping around the opponent's limbs.

Xu Fu slowly stretched out his arms, and slowly raised his palms downwards. Even so, he still felt the pressure brought by the other party. If he hadn't fully grasped it before, maybe he didn't have the chance to fully reveal it. .

But now that it is easy to find a breakthrough, as long as there is a slight gap, it can be completely opened by itself.

slam-la-

The muddy water in the ground suddenly ran away, and then the dense black tentacles began to rise continuously, and then restrained the white tiger.

At the same time, the turbid water is also disappearing the qi that makes up the white tiger, and it is constantly corroding it. You can see strands of blue smoke rising continuously, which is a sign of the collapse of this divine painting.

At the same time, the ferocious and dirty monsters rose up from the ground, and then turned into endless waves that continued to rise.

Nuo Beast Twelve Beasts—Lan Zhu

Wang Bing couldn't help feeling a little flustered after seeing this scene, but he still forcibly calmed down and waited quietly.

I can't be in a hurry, maybe I can get better results if I just wait a little longer.

The released Shentu is considered to be autonomous, and it can fight independently without controlling it by itself, although relatively speaking, the price paid is that it will be weaker.

But after all, it is my grandfather's work, even if it is weak, it is not so weak, anyway, if it is scrapped, it will be scrapped.

If it wasn't for the fact that his own divine paint cultivation base was really insufficient, otherwise, this guy would be able to handle it casually if he used a controllable divine paint to fight.

It's just that if you do this, maybe you won't get something you can't think of...

It's a pity for those two immortals, it would be great if I met them in the first round, what a waste.

But the elf in this guy's hand is also good, and it looks like it's not just one, so let's wait...

That idiot Feng Xingtong didn't know why he didn't directly arrest this guy's spirit, but he wouldn't make that kind of mistake, and he must be able to get what he wanted.

When Wang Bing thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes were full of pride.

(End of this chapter)