Chapter 641: Purple fire

"Zou family listened, Zoujia rear volcano direction is anxious, and now all go to the volcano direction to rescue." Zou Xiong slammed the command in the direction of the front door.
"Yes." Although most people only Zou Xiong's orders are from, but a small number of people expressed doubts.
A Zou family’s child came out and asked with a puzzled face:
Three little homeowners, now give up the direction of the gate. In case the enemy attacks, are we Zou’s family not driven by the enemy’s long drive, or leave some people to keep on guarding? Here..."
"Oh." Zou Xiong was like a buttock who jumped up like a needle, and gave the Zou disciple a slap in the face: "Bastard, listen to you or listen to me, I say all Withdraw, go to support my brother, hear no."
"Yes..." The Zou family's half-faced face with red and swollen face, with a sly color, retreated, followed by others to quickly head toward the rear volcano.
Here, more than 2,000 Zou’s mechsmen had just withdrawn, and a hundred-person army appeared immediately in the direction of Zou’s door.
All these people are carrying a fight, and people can’t see their true colors.
Zou Xiong saw the army's battle, all of them were purple, and their eyes lit up.
Appeared so timely, there is such a lineup, except for the tower of the gods, there seems to be no other forces to send such a lineup.
Zou Xiong immediately put on a smile, and he greeted him with a fart, and bent down and said: "You are the high priests. I have been waiting for you for a long time, please come with me."
Zou Xiong’s demeanor is just like these people are his relatives.
However, Zou Xiong is doing the job of selling relatives. If he is like a relative, he can be careful with others.
"What's wrong with you, why don't you go." Zou Xiong just walked a few steps and found that these people stood still and did not follow up, could not help but ask strangely.
"Zou Xiong, you gave me the last chance, but unfortunately, you still don't know how to cherish it..." A voice said quietly, the tone seemed to sigh, not worthy for Zou Bo.
Zou Xiong immediately showed a stunned color: "Who are you?"
The head of the man won the fight, revealing a beautiful face.
Zou Xiong always feels that this person seems to have seen it. When he thinks about it carefully, he immediately thinks of Zou Wei’s candidate for the time.
Nangong Yurong.
Zou Xiong knows badly, and immediately turns around and flees.
"I want to escape, let's die." Nangong Yurong waved his left hand, and a purple fret paper quickly flew out, turned into a thousand arms, and swooped to Zou Xiong.
Zou Xiong felt the danger behind him, and immediately armed him out. While running away, he used his armor to wrap his body.
"Ge Laozi, you think that you have become a tortoise, your grandfather can't deal with you." Thousands of arms screamed, stopped in front of Zou Xiong, countless sharp arm tips pointed at Zou Xiong .
Even if Zou Xiong was covered with armor, his eyes, ears and mouth were still exposed.
The intensive arm edge pierced madly. Although most of them were blocked by the armor, several of them pierced Zou Xiong's eyes and mouth and directly pierced Zou Xiong's head.
"Ah,." Zou Xiong screamed, and the big mouth was fixed in the same place, and he couldn't fit it.
Plop, Zou Xiong's body fell to the ground, his eyes straight, his face twisted, and he could not die any more.
Nangong Yurong used the paper to collect Zou Xiong’s body and put it into the space. He sighed and shook his head: "You have such a sly for you, why are you so ignorant?"
Nangong Yurong remembered his father, and some people were really born in the blessings.
Just a little sighed, Nangong Yurong knew that when he was sentimental at this time, he immediately converged his thoughts and shouted: "Take the door and prevent any enemy from entering."
"Yes."
This batch of purple-level powerhouses is the main force of Nangong Yurong's collection of the ground gates, Haotianzong and Tangjia three forces. Ling Xiao handed the defense of the front door to the three-door coalition forces.
There is Nangong Yurong, and there is Nangong Yuzhuo as the command staff in the ranks. Ling Xiao is still relatively reassured.
Ling Xiao and Yue Xia Nan, who stood opposite each other, received news at the same time. For the first time, it seems that Yue Xia Nan has the upper hand.
The only thing lost in Yue Xia Nan is the death of Zou Xiong.
"Zou Bozhen, you are really willing to start." Yue Xia Nan sneered toward Zou Bojun: "You replaced the crystal that your son and I contacted with you, and then he sent a message, your people will hold Come up, it’s a good calculation."
Zou Bozhen couldn't understand what Yue Xia Nan was saying, and his face was awkward. Yue Xia Nan knew that he had admitted the wrong object. He sneered and said: "It turns out that you are a ghost."
Ling Xiao retorted: "I don't believe that you will really hand over the important task of attacking the front door to Zou Xiong. Like Zou Bo and Yao Heng, he is just the tool you used to fight against the Zou family.

Yue Xia Nan is not allowed, it is the default: "Ling Wei, you have lost in the direction of the volcano, now, our men fight in the direction of the front door, we will continue to wait and see."
"Oh, is it?" Ling Xiao looked calm: "Okay, look at it."
In the direction of the front door of Zoujia, the group of Nangong Yurong has just been stationed, and the tens of thousands of soul-hunters of the blue-soul costumes have been killed.
Nangong Yurong looked cold and waved: "Up."
Hundreds of purple spirit souls are not much words, one by one to sacrifice the soul chain, using the soul to attack those blue soul guards.
Shrugging... The purple light of the sky rushed to the tens of thousands of blue soul guards. With the thunder of lightning, the thousands of blue soul guards rushing to the forefront were blown into blood.
Those guys are not afraid of death, just died more than a thousand companions, and the remaining 9,000 people continue to rush forward.
Nangong Yurong’s face sank, and his heart always felt that something was wrong, but he didn’t think of it all at once.
The hundreds of purple spirit souls continued to attack, and more than a thousand blue soul guards were killed. At this time, the remaining 8,000 blue soul guards were only two hundred meters away from Nangong Yurong.
If you launch a soul attack again, the speed of the urging is definitely too late.
"It turns out that they want to fight melee." Nangong Yurong saw the intentions of these blue soul guards. However, even if it was melee, the 8,000 blues were against the 800-level purple, and they seemed to have no advantage.
"Be careful, these people seem to be away from the soul." Hao Tianzong has recognized the origins of the 8,000 blue-level blue soul guards, and everyone can't help but change.
The power of the soul is not in their personal combat power, but in the whole, but also in their lack of pain.
What makes Nangong Yurong chilling is that the body of the soul seems to be the special expertise of Hao Tianzong. It appears here at this time, what does this mean?
I don't have time to think too much. I look at the blue soul guard that has been close to the soul. Nangong Yurong can only bite his teeth and force two words from the mouth: "Picture."
Knowing the power of the soul, more than 800 purple-level strong people are also wrapped into a group, rushing into this group of souls.
They support each other and complement each other. Instead, they let the more than 8,000 Blue Souls around them have nothing to do.
These purple-level strongmen stand in a circle, and the people standing inside the circle pass their soul power to the person standing on the outer periphery of the circle, forming a purple circular aperture arc.
As long as those blue soul guards rush forward, this circular aperture arc will dissipate the soul force, and these will be bombarded into a blood fog.
Moreover, because Nangong Yurong's group of purple-level soul-soul divisions has become a circle, narrowing the offensive area, these soul-free bodies want to play a group advantage and can't play it.
If you want to fight hard, you can't be afraid of eight thousand blues.
"Big Brother, let's take a shot." Seeing the two sides enter a temporary confrontation, Nangong Yurong said to Nangong Yuzhu around him.
The red-faced Nangong Yuzhuo nodded: "Good."
The two brothers jumped lightly and jumped to the top of the Zou family's gate. They looked down at the battlefield below.
The two took out two large paper characters from the storage space, and the paper notes were all purple.
The two brothers looked at each other and nodded. They didn't speak any more, and they flew out the purple plaques in their hands.
Suddenly, the sky is full of purple paper.
These papers radiate purple light. These rays are connected to each other on the sky, and they are connected into one piece, turning the sky above Zou's door into a purple sky.
Among the purple sky, the purple clouds tumbling, quickly rubbing out countless mad thunder with purple flames.
Hee... lightning and thunder, countless mad thunders with purple flames slammed down like a thunderstorm.
The mad thunder of such a thick arm was smashed into these bodies, and the mad thunder smashed their bodies, and the purple fire burned their bodies to ashes in the next moment.
In just a few seconds, more than 8,000 Blue Soul Guards left the body of the smoke.
"The ultimate paper of the door is a large array of papers, purple fire and thunder..." Yue Xia Nan looked at the direction of Zou's front door and muttered to himself: "The two little dolls of the Nangong family are willing to give up the blood."
To arrange such a formation, you need thousands of purple grade papers.
For the dry door, the purple grade paper produced in one year is just a few dozen pieces.
The two brothers threw such a throw, it can be said that the savings of the ground door for more than ten years have been spent, it is no wonder that Yue Xia Nan will say that the Nangong Yuzhuo brothers are willing to give up the blood.
"In the front door direction, you win." Yue Xia Nan returned to God, still looking at Ling Xiao very calmly: "I am just very curious, why the Xihe City elite has not appeared yet."
Ling Xiao sneered: "No, they are waiting for the silver helmet man under your hand."