Chapter 558: Wang Zhongbo shot!

Ling Xiao let Wu Mei take a few wounds of medicine for the dragon medicine. He walked over to Wang Wenzhao and sneered: "Wang Wenzhao, you have been a deserter in Xihe City, and now dare to come out and shame, the face is really thick enough. I am afraid that my subordinates will dare to stand here so much, and when you wait, you will regret that you are stupid."
"Yes, who dares to say such a big talk in front of me." A figure appeared in the void, and stood in the sky above Wang Wenzhao's head.
This person, like Ouyang Supreme, Chu Han and others, has the arrogance of a person who is in the world, and looks down on the world.
He converges on the soul of the body, does not emit any trace of soul fluctuations, but Ling Xiao knows that as long as he is not a fool, this person's strength is far above the other people in the Tibetan.
When Wang Wenzhao saw this person coming, his face was ecstatic: "Hey."
"Zhong Zhongbo, the head of the Tibetan Mastiff." Zou Wei and Chu Pity can't help but move. They are all grown up in the family of the Soul Master. The rumors about this person are naturally heard a lot.
This person is not very old, and it is estimated that he is about a hundred years old, but he is already a purple peak when he is 40 years old. Then he himself restarts the other six hexagrams other than Within sixty years, the remaining six monks have also been cultivated to the purple level.
All the soul-soul teachers know how difficult it is to repair the seven-year-old, not to mention that this kind of soul has been cultivated to the extreme, and then another one is cultivated from the beginning. This is harder than the difficulty of practicing the seven-inch gong at the same time. How many times is it bigger?
This person only completed the re-cultivation of the remaining six hexas in only 60 years, showing Wang Zhongbo's cultivation talent and real strength.
Zou Wei and Chu Shiyue are afraid of Wang Zhongbo, but Ling Xiao and Zhu Xiaolu are not afraid at all.
For these two people, there is no one in the world who can't beat him, and there is no such thing as Zhu Xiaolu's green poison.
"Hey, hit the son, come to Laozi... Wang Zhongbo, since you are here, how do you want to play." Ling Xiao used his unsightly eyes to "scan" Wang Zhongbo, and estimated that his heart was figuring out how to give this guy Pit off.
"You killed my two sons, Wang Wenke and Wang Wenzhan. I naturally came to you to seek revenge. However, in order to avoid people saying that I am bullying, Ling Xiao, I can allow you to join these people."
Wang Zhongbo said in a voice without sadness and no joy, as if all of the other people’s things were said: "You can hold up for half an hour under my hand. Even if I lose Wang Zhongbo, you can leave it casually. If you lose, Sorry, all of your life has been taken away."
Ling Xiao did not take it for granted, and sneered: "Wang Zhongbo, you still can't afford to see yourself. Don't say that we all together, as long as I and Zhu Xiaolu are both enough to defeat you."
"Oh, is it?" Wang Zhongbo's eyelids were slightly lifted. He looked at Zhu Xiaolu with a random look: "It turned out to be a spider with no limit. It's no wonder that you are so arrogant, so, in this case, other Let's go back first."
The people of Dizangmen and Zou Weichu pity several people at the same time and retreated to both sides, and the venue was given to Wang Zhongbo, Ling Xiao and Zhu Xiaolu.
Later, Wang Zhongbo took out a purple net and threw it at once. The net sprang up and spread all the space around the dozens of miles.
"This space is very stable, don't worry about hurting others. After half an hour, or if one of us loses, the net will be automatically withdrawn." Wang Zhongbo explained: "It has no attack and defense. You Just rest assured."
"Okay, let's start playing." Ling Xiao said that he would hit the phone and the voice had not completely fallen. The whole person held the Tu God and chopped it down to Wang Zhongbo.
The trip to the Holy Island of the Holy Fire made Ling Xiao learn a usage of the gods, that is, to stimulate the power of the gods with the holy fire.
This method has no side effects, is safe to use and safe to use. The only drawback is that it needs to be stimulated by the holy fire, and it has a certain timeliness.
Of course, Ling Xiao naturally hides a lot of holy fires that have been searched from Li Yuanchong. They are all stored in his black broom. When they are used, they are taken out. After burning the gods, the gods can immediately used.
Wang Zhongbo naturally knew the power of the gods, and then a teleportation escaped the invisible attack of the gods.
One of the things that made Ling Xiao’s heart tremble was that Wang Zhongbo could avoid the spiritual positioning of Ling Xiao, and let Ling Xiao’s invisible knife can’t track Wang Zhongbo’s attack, which made Ling Xiao a bit unbelievable.
Zhu Xiaolu first cooperated with Ling Xiao against the enemy, but she did not have any sense of cooperation. When she saw where Wang Zhongbo was, she went to the poisonous fog.
"Glyphs and small tricks." Wang Zhongbo snorted, and the palm of the sky slammed into the poisonous fog of Zhu Xiaolu.
In the direction of the palm of the hand, a giant purple soul force formed a large hand to pinch the green poisonous mist that Zhu Xiaolu had just sprinkled, and the backhand looked in the direction of Ling Xiao.
"Damn." Ling Xiao quickly evaded a teleport, and the poisonous mist slammed into the ground beneath Ling Xiao. Within a radius of 10,000 meters, the grass was dry and the insects died.
One shot was smashed by Wang Zhongbo, and Ling Xiao was extremely convinced. He continued to slash and slash toward Wang Zhongbo: "Eat a few knives."
Brushing, Ling Xiao waved a cross-shaped attack to expand the attacking area of ​​the gods. For Wang Zhongbo, the attack of Ling Xiao seems to be really no threat. Rao is using a lot of soul power to wave. With such two knives, Wang Zhongbo still escaped the attack of Ling Xiao very easily.
"Ling Wei, are you at this level?" In the blink of an eye, Wang Zhongbo’s voice is still far away, and the man has already floated in front of Ling Xiao’s body, and his fist has come to Ling.
This fist did not cause any fluctuations in the soul force, but Ling Xiao believes that if the fist is placed on his own head, his head will definitely be broken into like tofu.
Wang Zhongbo and Ling Xiao are so close, Zhu Xiaolu does not dare to use poison, can only use melee attacks, turning his hand into a sharp spider thorn, stabbing the back of Wang Zhongbo.
Wang Zhongbo attacked Ling Xiao, Zhu Xiaolu attacked Wang Zhongbo, and the distance between the three was very close. If one of Wang Zhongbo and Ling Xiao was slightly careless, they had only one dead end.
Such a thrilling scene, watching other people's hearts hang over.
Ling Xiao will certainly not sit still. When Wang Zhongbo hits a fist, his mental strength suddenly rises. He sees Wang Zhongbo’s offensive with his eyes, and his head is slightly biased. He escaped the attack with trepidation.
Ling Xiao’s instinct to hide from the flash is very beautiful, but unfortunately he forgot the attacking method of the Tibetans.
He just turned his head off, and Wang Zhongbo’s arm suddenly turned back like a bone without a bone, and the fist was attacked from the rear toward Ling Xiao.
"It's awful." Ling Xiao scared a cold sweat, and the fist came fast. Ling Xiao took the punch with his head, and there was no other possibility.
In a hurry, Ling Xiao immediately called out his body armor, a dark gold helmet in a moment it covered his head.
Hey, Ling Xiao’s head was hit by Wang Zhongbo’s heavy fist. The eyes were black, and the world seemed to be spinning all at once. The whole body went to the ground and the mind became blurred.
"What's going on here." In the confusion, Ling Xiao's consciousness flashed through countless intermittent images, and these images were the past he never thought of.
Ling Xiaoyi fell to the ground, at the same time, Zhu Xiaolu's hand turned into a sharp spider thorn also stabbed Wang Zhongbo's body, when the sound, sparks splashed, and Wang Zhongbo was unharmed.
"No wonder he dared to use this kind of tricks. The original Zhu Xiaolu's attack did not have any effect on him." Zou Wei, Chu Shiyue, a few people face madness, how long have they not played, Ling Xiao has been Knocked down, life and death are not clear, only Zhu Xiaolu is left alone.
This battle seems to be no longer necessary to fight.
"Well, it's good." Seeing Wang Zhongbo's blow and knocking down Ling Xiao, Wang Wenqi almost didn't jump up, but Wang Zhongbo immediately flashed him in the Zhu Xiao green stab, obviously, he was against Zhu. The attack of the little green can't be done without fear.
Only Wang Zhongbo himself was clear about what kind of price he had paid for Zhu Xiaolu’s attack.
The Tibetan temples cultivated their bodies, and when they reached the extreme, their bodies were like a purple magic weapon, and they were attacked and defended. This kind of extreme is also based on soul power. If the soul does not continue, their bodies will change. Fragile.
Zhu Xiaolu's attack is not only to attack Wang Zhongbo's body, but her poison can even erode the opponent's soul.
Wang Zhongbo was stabbed by Zhu Xiaolu. Although he did not directly enter his body, he still spread rapidly on his body surface. He quickly avoided Zhu Xiaolu and wanted to use this period of time to toxins. Forced out.
Unfortunately, Wang Zhongbo apparently underestimated the determination of Zhu Xiaolu to kill him: "You actually killed him."
Zhu Xiaolu's green eyes are now full of different blood red colors. For spiders, this animal has a blood red color, what it means.
"You are going to die too." Zhu Xiaolu screamed, his body suddenly turned into a giant human face spider, dancing eight sharp spikes, and stabbed toward Wang Zhongbo.
Wang Zhongbo had to detoxify while he was going to dodge the thorns of Zhu Xiaolu. The speed was naturally slower. After hiding the six feet of Zhu Xiaolu, he was stabbed by her other two feet.
Dangdang, two crisp metal junctions sounded, Wang Zhongbo's body was like a cannonball, and was bombarded.
This is also the body of the sturdy Wang Zhongbo, if replaced by any other purple-level strong, smashed Zhu Xiao green these two thorns, this time has been stabbed into a skewer.
Even if Wang Zhongbo was not shot on the spot by Zhu Xiaolu, the two of them also blew him down, and a trace of blood flowed down his mouth.
"Okay, very good." Wang Zhongbo's voice is getting colder and colder: "I can hurt me. If you are going to die now, you should be proud."
As Wang Zhongbo’s voice fell, his body glowed with a golden glow. In an instant, Wang Zhongbo’s whole person became a golden metal statue that would move.