: 121. You are fair, not enough

Liu Xundong put his hands together and pinched a law.
In an instant, the wind is raging, flying sand and stone, covering the sky.
There was an exclamation in the crowd: "The wind and the wind of the wind gods!"
In addition to Li Chenxi, the other two monks in the early days of Zhuji looked at each other and one of them shouted: "Look at me to break you!"
In the loud drink, this man was surging in the mana, and the whole person was almost half-high, revealing that the muscles outside the clothes violently beat, full of explosive power, but a monk who practiced the fleshy martial arts.
He rushed into the cover of Liu Xingdong's wind and flying sand, and suddenly there was a black and yellow in the field of vision. The gale and sand smashed his body.
"I am physically strong, can resist his spells, and rush through this range of sandstorms. Once he is close, even if he is in the middle of the foundation, he can't bear my iron fist." The monk made up his mind and straight forward. Rushing away.
But soon he felt that he was not right. He had already rushed out of the hundreds of meters at least, but still did not pass through the sandstorm.
Next, he found a fact that scared him, no matter which direction he went, no matter how far he went in the same direction, he was still covered by sandstorms.
No matter how he walks, he can't go out.
However, the strength of the sand is getting stronger and stronger. Under a long attack, his body will soon be unable to hold on!
Liu Xundong outside laughed: "I am a wind-sanding technique. I didn't know how to attack it, but as long as I entered my sandstorm, I don't want to go out again!"
Other monks who did not step into the sandstorm face turned white, and another monk in the team called the early monk: "Don't be too proud, as long as I don't enter your sandstorm, you can't help me."
He squeezed the law, and all the mana was poured into the earth under his feet.
The ground in front of the monk was immediately cracked, and the earth and stone turned up in the roar, as if an earthquake.
Under the gaze of everyone, the ground in front of him rose up to a stone giant with a height of nearly ten meters, a broad waist and a thick body!
The earth-rock giant sent a silent giant python in the sky. Although there was no sound, the tyrannical mana vibrated the soul of a group of practicing monks.
In the silent roar, the earth-rock giant rushed to Liu Xingdong, and the earth and stone were tilted on the body, step by step, and the momentum was amazing.
Liu Xundong is tall and thin, but in the face of this behemoth, which is more than ten meters high, it has become a small point.
However, Liu Xudong did not care about the earth-rock giant, and he snorted with disdain.
Just waiting for him to talk, Qin Hao on the side was the first to laugh: "This is my."
Said, a black hurricane appeared in front of him, wrapped around the Qin dynasty kept spinning.
Qin Yan’s fat face on a fat face kept shaking, and he smiled and said:
My spiral is so windy, there is no such thing as Li Xiang and Liu Xudong, and it will give you a happy moment!

The black hurricane is like a black dragon, roaring and rushing to the earthy giant.
During the flight, the black hurricane violently twisted and spiraled forward, and the topmost point revealed an unbearable and terrible power conception.
The trick of the Qin dynasty, which is a spiral of the wind, slams on the earth-rock giant like a drill bit, and keeps spinning. It is like a broken bamboo, and it will break the earth and stone giants!
The ten-meter-high earth-rock giant collapsed and turned into a gravel soil.
The monk who first manipulated the earth-rock giant’s foundation was screaming, only feeling a splitting headache and falling to the ground.
Although the spiral wind did not directly attack him, it suddenly broke the mana that was integrated into the earth-rock giant, broke his spell, and the mana was born by the spirit, and suddenly shocked the soul of this person.
The monks of Yang Qing and Li Chenyi are all gray.
Whether it is repairing the realm or the power of the spell, they are defeated on the opposite side.
Li Chen’s face appeared with fear, and his teeth smacked a black ball from the storage bag, and his hand slammed into the wall of Li’s thousand feathers.
Yang Qing’s eyes lit up:
霹雳雷?

Thunder is a kind of one-time consumption type of instrument, can only be used once, and emits a rolling light to attack the enemy.
However, this kind of consumable weapon, the attack power is very amazing, Li Chenxi this thunder, it has the power of the late monk attack in the United States, is her treasure, if not the situation is critical, Li Chenxi will never use.
Others’ minds have also raised some hopes. As long as they can break through the thousands of plume walls of Li Xiang and tear open a gap in the encirclement, they have the hope of breaking through.
The thunder fell on the wall of a thousand feathers, and the thunder burst, and the rolling thunder continued to impact the wall of thousands of feathers, and it was blown up.
However, it is not waiting for Li Chenxi and others to smile on their faces, letting them happen in desperation.
Li Xiang sneered a sneer, and the law changed, and thousands of winds and winds of the thousands of wind scales were formed. At this moment, they burst into flames and fluttered with the wind and the thunder of the thunder!
The previous thousand feather scales only played a defensive role, and this moment suddenly turned to attack, only to reveal his real tooth decay.
The overwhelming wind blade filled the people's vision and turned into a storm that represented death.
Li Chenxi was the first to bear the brunt, and his body cracked countless blood marks and fell to the ground.
Other monks struggled to withstand the indiscriminate bombing of thousands of wind blades, and those who were repaired to be low were directly cut into several segments by the wind blade, which was extremely miserable.
It’s hard to get through this storm, and everyone in the room is embarrassed and bruised.
At this moment, Liu Xingdong laughed and threw a figure from the sandstorm caused by the wind and sand, which was the martial artist who had broken into the sandstorm before.
Although he is still not dead, his body has been riddled with sand and graves at this time.
The three strongest base-building monks in their own country were all seriously injured and completely lost their resistance.
The hearts of all people are shrouded in the clouds of despair.
Someone screamed: "This is the northern foot of the Kunlun Mountains. You people from Fengshenzong have come here to kill them. Do you think that many of the ancestral gates in Beibei are standing out to preside over justice?"
The Qin and Qin tribes looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Just?" Qin Hao raised his own hands and smiled and said: "Do you think that some of you here can live to send the news out? You must be fair, well, I will give you, Laozi's fists, Laozi's mana, is fair!

After that, Qin Hao's hands were combined, and a dark tornado coiled around.
"If you say that you are fair, you are fair, and you are not enough."
At this time, a calm and quiet voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Qin Xiao’s laughter.
The eyes of the Qin dynasty flashed fiercely, and Li Xiang and Liu Xingdong also looked at the source of the sound coldly.
Including the seriously injured Li Chenxi, even the wilting Gao Fan and the Fire Raven Shaojun counted, everyone's eyes were staring at the young man sitting under the tree on the knees.
Lin Feng looked calm and quiet, sitting, not the slightest to get up.
Qin Hao took a deep breath, a fat face with no expression: "Oh? Then you talk about it, what kind of weight is enough?"
Lin Feng smiled leisurely: "For example, this seat is like this."
Li Chenxi called out: "You are so embarrassed, what heroes are running at this time, is it not fast enough to die?"
The crowd also reacted at this time, all looking at the madman's look at Lin Feng.
"When I was fighting the fire crow, he hid in the end. What did it happen suddenly? The hero is not so embarrassed. It is just looking for death."
"Oh, whisper, is it not good for him to attract attention for us? Maybe the three murderers are negligent, we have a chance to escape."
"Yes, that's right, so he can make a contribution."
Regardless of the voice of the people, Lin Feng always looked dim and relaxed, sitting quietly on the knees.
Qin Xiao sneered aloud: "Hu blows the atmosphere, I will come to try your two pounds, see what capital you have here to pretend to be a ghost!"
Lin Feng just wanted to talk, suddenly felt a little heart, smiled slightly, simply shut up.
Not only did not speak, Lin Feng even closed his eyes, sitting directly there to close his eyes and raise his spirits.
The audience suddenly lost: "What is he doing, is he closing his eyes and waiting to die?"