Poor boy hunting beauty and cultivation

Looking at Liu Han who kept dialing the number, Fengshen and the others suddenly thought of this. Now there is still a force from the Black Tiger Gang that has not appeared, and that is Mayor Liu, the giant. Now Liu Han is clearly here. Call him dian hua, it will be troublesome if Mayor Liu arrives with an army, this is what Fengshen and the others have been worried about before. I couldn't be happier.

Liu Han dialed countless times, but the other end always reported that the phone was off, so angry that Liu Han yelled like crazy, and threw the shouji on the ground angrily.

"Leader Liu, I advise you not to waste your efforts in vain. Mayor Liu is probably already eating in prison at this time. It is impossible to send troops to rescue you, so you should admit defeat." Sullen Liu Han, I laughed in the air and said.

"Impossible, it's impossible for Mayor Liu to be arrested!" Liu Han Zhuangruo yelled crazily. He didn't believe it, but he still couldn't get in touch with Mayor Liu, and he already believed it in his heart.

"Everyone continue to insist, believe in the leader of the Wu Gang, as long as the leader of the Wu Gang kills that kid, we still have hope of victory." Liu Han waved away the support of others, and shouted loudly with his back raised.

After Liu Han boosted the morale, the morale of the Black Tiger Gang, which was originally low, was once again high. It can't be seen that the old man still has two steps in leading the troops, so the war on the ground has temporarily stalemate.

"Hmph, you won't cry until you see the coffin. If that's the case, I'll destroy your last bit of confidence!" Looking at the Black Tiger Gang members on the ground, I snorted secretly, clenched my fists, and prepared to fight to the death with the Martial God.

"The last move will determine the death of one's life, the divine sword of mimicry control!" As I roared, the thick golden zhenqi all over my body gushed out of my body, and the rich zhenqi was burning like a golden flame. As the sealing speed increased, a golden giant sword gradually took shape, descending from the sky as if it were real, the air seemed to tremble when the sword was shaking, and the powerful coercion pushed away people within a [-]-meter radius.

"Huh! Children's play, the thunderstorm controlled by mimicry!" Martial Daoist snorted coldly, pinching the spell with his hands like twisting flowers, and as the black mist condensed all over his body, a terrifying thunderstorm instantly formed, and the storm spun From time to time, there were bursts of terrifying thunder.

At this time, all the people on the ground stopped, looking up at the final decisive battle in the air, because the battle here is what determines who will win the final victory. Looking at the gradually formed divine sword and thunder in the air, they are all the same. Horror, the same can destroy the world, no one knows where the victory will fall.

"Your uncle, it's this thunderstorm again. You think I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Looking at the familiar thunderstorm opposite me, I grinned, thinking that I was afraid that this thing would fail. I have absolute confidence in my Excalibur. confidence.

"The boy will pay the price for underestimating the opponent. Now I will let you see the gap between us. Suffer it, the crossing spirit of mimicry control!" As if they were alive, they were dancing for joy.

"Damn it, this guy has already learned to cross the spirit of the mimicry!" I cursed in my heart, looking at the thunder storm that looked like a living thing with a heavy face, the power of the mimicry with spirituality will become Doubling, originally I still had the confidence to kill the opponent's Thunderstorm, but now I don't have any confidence in my heart.

Although I feel guilty in my heart, I can't back down in the face of countless expecting eyes. Once I escape, the ax gang will be killed by Liu Han's madness. Gritting my teeth for the axe, I reached out and grabbed the sky sword. With the hilt of the sword, he swung the huge divine sword and slashed towards the God of Martial Dao.

"Boy, since you are so eager to die, then I will fulfill you!" Martial Daoist gave me a sharp look, pushed his hands, and shouted: "Go, Thunder kills the person in front of you!"

With the spiritual thunderstorm, the speed is so fast, and it exudes terrifying coercion all the time. I seem to have felt the breath of death, but I have no choice. A man can die, but he can't run away. I can't afford to lose that man. My women can't afford to lose that man either.

Under the influence of the decisive will in my heart, I found that the golden giant sword in my body was trembling rhythmically, and as it trembled, the giant sword in my hand seemed to be alive. I gave the giant sword in my hand to cross the spirit, it was incredible, I was overjoyed immediately, I always thought that the golden giant sword in my body was extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be able to cross the spirit besides healing wounds, and lo and behold The level of this Du Ling is not low.

In fact, crossing spirits also have to be graded, which directly determines the spiritual level of the mimicry, like the thunder storm of the Martial God, at most one level, and although I don't know the specific level of the giant sword in my hand, it is at least two Level, that is to say, it is more than enough to kill the opponent's Thunderstorm.

Looking at the opponent's huge sword that seemed to come alive suddenly, Martial Daoist's eyelids twitched suddenly. For the first time, he felt fear, yes it was fear, and boundless fear spread in his heart.Martial Daoist was straightforward enough, he turned around and fled outside without hesitation.

"Hmph, can you still escape, cut!" Looking at the fleeing Martial God, I waved the giant sword in my hand. The giant sword seemed to cut through the void, even the space was trembling, and I directly chopped the opponent's Thunderstorm in a flash. At the same time, the giant sword was only a little dull, and continued to slash at the Martial Dao God in the distance.

"Ah...!" The Martial Daoist in the distance snorted miserably, one arm was cut off by the giant sword, and blood spilled into the sky.

"Boy, I, Martial Dao God, will never die with you. I will repay the revenge of the broken arm today twice in the future!" Then I saw him touch the blood on the broken arm, a blood-red symbol formed, and his speed suddenly increased , disappeared at the end of the battlefield in an instant.

Martial Daoist escaped, I took a deep breath and calmed down my excited heart. Due to the large loss of true energy, I already felt very weak physically, but in order not to let everyone see my reality, I tried my best to maintain my strength. He landed on the ground at an even speed, mustered up the last bit of true energy to show off, and then retracted, trying to keep himself in a standing posture.

"Kill!" The members of the Black Tiger Gang over there saw the God of Martial Arts and ran away with serious injuries. At the same time, they saw me appearing on the ground intact. As soon as they were chased and killed, there were heavy casualties and blood flowed like rivers.

"Guild Master, shall we continue to chase and kill members of the Black Tiger Gang?" Fengshen looked at me who had been standing still, and asked for instructions.

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