Vol 2 Chapter 479: Jin’s genius

"Oh, there are still a lot of acquaintances, the wind is sturdy, Jiangzi Mo, Chu Tomb, and Yan Shaoxuan are also!"
Xie Ziwen, with three people, slowly landed over a hundred meters, and the tone was scornful in the crowd.
In addition to a few people named by this name, others are lazy to look at it, arrogant.
Most people in the field, although not satisfied in the heart, but there is not much dissatisfaction on the face.
In the last five-nation hegemony, Xie Ziwen stopped twelve, and only one can enter the top ten, standing at the peak of the entire continent.
The other party has arrogant capital, and indeed can not put them in the eye.
"Senior brother, it seems that there are not any worthy masters here, and it is no good that they enter the tower of the ancients."
On the back of the three-person collar, he also embroidered the symbol of the evil moon pavilion, apparently also the person of the evil moon pavilion.
"The people of the four empires seem to be as scum as they used to be!"
Xie Ziwen smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter, it's so good, our chances of entering the tower of the ancients are a little bigger."
The people underneath, the face of the words suddenly changed, when the people of Dajin State can participate in the candidates of the tower of the ancient.
Looking at the faces of everyone underneath, Xie Ziwen smiled and said: "Oh, don't be surprised, this time the squad leader owes my master a big love, and now is the time for him to rejoice."
"It's very sad, there are four fewer places, haha!"
Xie Ziwen was in the air, revealing a playful smile, and did not put everyone in the eye, as if he would be able to defeat everyone, has completely settled four places.
"Let's go, it seems that there aren't any notable opponents. It doesn't make sense to even beat a former Wuwang."
call out!
Zuo Mo’s face was blue, and his right hand was quickly printed. A red-tailed eagle with a seventh-order peak was immediately summoned by him.
The red-tailed vulture, I don’t know how long I have lived, my body is huge, and I have a width of more than 20 meters after spreading my wings. Zuo Mo stood on the top and blocked the way of Xie Ziwen and others.
"I don't seem to invite you to this party. Do you think it is your home? If you want to come, you want to leave and ask me if this master is not."
The red-tailed eagle swooped and flapped its wings, and the left side looked at it with no expression. The person who made him stunned in the last hegemony, said coldly.
Xie Zi’s diploma is empty, and he looks at the left faint road:
Do you want to fight? If you want to know clearly, you really hurt you. You have no chance to participate in the battle of the battle after five days. Don’t blame me for being too embarrassed.

Zuo Mo cold said: "Despite your shot, I have been waiting for the shameful day in the past two years. It has been a long time. Since you sent them, I don't have to wait for two years."
"Senior brother, do you want us to shoot? Look at him, but steel is only the top grade Wuwang. It is far from the limit. You don't need to shoot at all."
Xie Ziwen chuckled: "Nothing, let him know what the gap is. Today's times are different from what it was two years ago, so as not to be able to re-board the top 20 daydreams."
A few people heard the words, not to say that the speed was allowed to leave, leaving two people to leave space in the air.
Zuo Mo’s face was dignified, and he did not dare to have the slightest meaning. When he jumped, he left the red-tailed carving at the foot and let it rush toward Xie Ziwen.
Bang!
On the way back, the hands quickly changed their handprints, and the sounds shook, and the three-seven-seven-story flying beast appeared again in the air.
"go with!"
With a palm of his hand, the three-headed flying beast flew toward Xie Ziwen, and together with the red-tailed carving, formed a boundedness to Xie Ziwen.
The seventh-order spirit beast is equivalent to the strength of the human superior Wuwang, and this specially trained spirit beast is more powerful than the same-order monster.
The beasts will let each domesticated beast receive a variety of killings and competitions for a long time. The ferocity of this beast is much more terrible than the average warrior.
This is not the most important thing. What is even more dangerous is that the disciples of the beasts, through special methods, can control these beasts as if they were controlling their arms.
So earlier, although Xiao Chen was on the top of his fists, he pressed the left Mo, but there are still many people who don’t think that they will lose.
Controlling the strength of the beast is the real combat power of a beast of the beast, and the fist is only an accessory.
Hey!
Xie Ziwen swayed and stunned the wind, resisting the attack of the four-headed flying beasts, and the winds began to fall, and the feathers of birds and beasts fell.
Although it can't break through the encirclement of the beast, Xie Ziwen has not been suppressed.
The look is relaxed, one person and one palm, but the arrogance of the four beasts is suppressed.
Looking at the situation slowly tilting toward the other side, Zuo Mo face slightly changed, trying to control the four heads, and once again summoned two flying spirits out.
This time suddenly came out six flying spirit beasts, while controlling so many beasts, the left face also looked very hard, the forehead sweat slowly dripping.
However, after paying off, the six-headed beasts finally made Xie Ziwen's face cautious, not as easy as before.
"It’s so strong, I can’t think of Zuo Mo’s ability to control the six heads of the beast. It’s estimated that Yu Yu has already cultivated to the seventh weight.

"Maybe this time, it is possible to be ashamed of the snow, and the genius of the big Jin Dynasty is even stronger, and there are limits!"
Looking at the advantages in the field, I began to tilt to the left, and everyone was slightly excited.
In any case, everyone is a member of the four empire, and people in the big Jin Dynasty look down, and whoever is uncomfortable.
Can have self-knowledge, knowing that it is not Xie Ziwen's opponent, if Zuo Mo can help them export gas, the heart will naturally follow better.
call out!
At this time, Zuo Mo gnawed his teeth, his hands quickly changed his handprints, and the two seventh-order flying spirit beasts appeared again.
"Eight heads, this is really hopeful!" The people couldn't help but excite, excitedly said.
Xiao Chen held the moonshadow knife and looked at the three brothers of Xie Ziwen. They found that their faces were calm and there was no fluctuation.
In the heart of the dark road, it seems that things are not as simple as this, and there are more seven-level spirit beasts, and perhaps they cannot make an overwhelming advantage to Xie Ziwen.
"It’s really endless, give me a break!"
Looking at the two Momo who summoned the two beasts, Xie Ziwen looked cold and snorted, and the flames of the cockroaches blazed on the palms.
Wind ring flame palm!
The two palms together, the hot flame halo suddenly spread from the body of Xie Ziwen, a circle of outward spread.
boom!
The first wave of flames, the six heads of the beast were completely bounced out, and the second wave of flames ignited the feathers of the six birds and beasts.
The third wave of flames exploded, and all the beasts with flames were all screamed.
The flame circle emerged in an endless stream. From a distance, from the wave of Xie Ziwen's body, his whole person seemed to be bathed in the fire.
The power of the flame circle is stronger than a wave. When the sixth lap is reached, all the beasts become seriously injured and dying.
Zuo Mo’s face changed greatly, and he was eager to recall the seriously wounded beast. This beast was raised from small to large, and each one was worthless.
As long as you don't die, you will return to the soul blood space, and there will be hope of saving.
"Can you go? A group of animals, and want to hurt me!"
Xie Ziwen with his hands together, cold eyes watching Zuo Mo’s move, the burning palms of the flaming flames, even six strokes.
Hey!
Six giant palms with flames appeared out of thin air, and the souls of Zuo Mo’s spirits were completely blown into crumbs, and there was no dead body.
Zuo Mo’s face showed a sad expression, and he couldn’t think of Xie Ziwen’s decisiveness. He even killed all his beasts.
There was a strong look in the eyes, and Zuo Mo’s hands began to change, and the complex handprints, the blood of a piece of soul on the chest slowly bloomed with bright eyes.
The horrible momentum of a stock emanate from him, which made people feel a touch of pressure.
"The eighth-order spirit beast, but unfortunately you have no chance to summon it!"
The figure flashed, and Xie Ziwen flashed a burning flame behind him. The place where he was gone, the air seemed to be burned.
The two seventh-order spirit beasts rushed toward him, trying to continue to fight for Zuo Mo, Xie Ziwen snorted, and the body disappeared out of thin air.
This broke through the blockage of the two beasts. When it reappeared, it has already come to the front of Zuo Mo.
"Nine-winged konjac, come out!" Zuo Mo was finally finished the last handprint, his face looked pale.
A circle of light appeared on the chest, and the horrible momentum radiated from the inside, and a beast came out.
The sound wave is very incomparable, Xie Ziwen bears the brunt, almost directly blows away, steady heart, watching the nine-winged konjac who has already found his head.
Xie Ziwen screamed and said, "Give me back!"
The blazing fire on the right palm appeared again, and the flame was dazzling, and the heat was boundless, making his palm like a little sun.
boom! A palm printed on the head of the nine-winged konjac, the nine-winged konjac screamed, and was beaten back by him, and the aperture began to slowly close.
Hey!
Summoning the eighth-order spirit beast, it would have cost a lot of mental power. Now the summoning fails, Zuo Mo’s face is completely pale without any blood, and a blood arrow is spit in his mouth.
The whole person is crumbling in the air and will fall off at any time.
Xie Ziwen sneered a sneer: "If you take your own insults, don't blame me for picking up, go back!"
The palm of the hand gathered again, and the past was printed on the left, and it was going to be printed. Zuo Mo had at least half a year of cultivation.
After five days of fighting in Taiwan, there is no chance at all, and the future of the whole person may be ruined.
Snoring!
At this time, a dazzling purple knife, flashing electric light, quickly swept away between the two.
The timing of the shot is very accurate, just the moment when Xie Ziwen’s palm prints, not too late.
Let Xie Ziwen must give up the attack and turn back to defend this scythe.