Chapter 1253: War Emperor

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In the population of Ziqi Dao, the adult is an eagle. The eagle is the natural enemy of the turtle. In addition, the adult's strength is half higher than that of the white turtle ancestor. In principle, the white turtle ancestor is not an opponent of the adult turtle.
Even if the white turtle ancestor has the same realm as the adult, it is impossible to defeat the adult.
After all, this is the restraint between natural enemies.
But nowadays, the adult is actually killed?
And it seems that the white turtle ancestor was not injured at all?
This is incredible!
The Ziqi Taoist widened his eyes and said inconceivably: "Did you have reached the martial arts, martial arts ..."
However, before he had finished speaking, the little boy in white stretched out his palm and held a hand towards the Purple Air Man.
boom!
Space collapses!
The body of the Ziqidao person was compressed instantly, and numerous blood lines appeared on the skin surface!
The Ziqi Taoist roared wildly, erupting endless power, and wanted to break free of bondage.
But they are powerless.
Even though the strength of the Ziqi Taoist has now surpassed the complete success of the Emperor Wuhuang, in front of the little boy in white, he still looks like a little witch and has no comparability.
"Go to hell."
The little boy in white flashed cold light in his glasses.
The space around the Ziqi Taoist has collapsed to the extreme, and the Ziqi Taoist will soon be crushed to death!
"Ahhhh!"
Ziqi Taoists roared wildly, their faces were distorted, but in the end they were useless.
There was a touch of despair in his eyes.
He is not a fool, how can he not notice, in front of the little boy in white, he has no resistance!
Imminent to be crushed to death!
"Ugh."
Suddenly, a sigh came from Skyrim.
Although the voice was not loud, it was extremely melodious, echoing between the heavens and the earth, and passed into everyone's ears.
The little boy in white squinted his eyes, his face seemed to be dignified.
The Ziqi Taoist stared at his eyes, and then exulted, shouting in surprise: "You, the emperor of battle? You, save me!
"Ugh."
That sigh sounded again.
The little boy in white no longer hides his strength and uses his full strength to crush the Ziqi Taoist!
But at this moment, a purple cloud appeared above the sky.
"not good."
The little boy in white changed his face without any hesitation. He flashed out at once, speeding like lightning and rushing towards the Ziqidaoren.
Before the Ziqi Taoist returned to God, his body was penetrated by the little boy in white, and he was immediately stiff, and then the body fell uncontrollably from heaven to the ground below.
Later, the little boy in white turned his head, turned into a streamer, and swept away towards the mountain in the distance.
He waved, and two figures flew out of the mountain and fell into his hands.
"Ugh."
Just then, the sigh sounded again, and this time was obviously closer than last time.
The little boy in white was very dignified, his flight speed became faster, and he flew out with two people, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.
After two blinks, the little boy in white had taken them back to the Wangu Yaozong.
Oh no, not two, but three.
Mu Jiuhuang, Lin Chen and Song Poems.
I do n’t know when the white boy caught Song Poem.
"Huh, scared Grandpa."
The little boy in white threw the three on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
"My dear, you are so good. You are not even your opponent in Ziqi Tao. How do you do that? Teach me?"
Although Mu Jiuhuang was not injured lightly, but the spirit was still inspiring, he immediately went up and asked like a bitch.
"You little guy, apparently not dead, has been squatting there and won't help me."
The little boy in white knocked Mu Jiuhuang's head hard.
A glance at the front of the ancestors again made sure that they were running intact, and the little boy in white was completely relieved.
Blocked by the Huzong formation, even the emperor of the Ziqidao population could not attack.
Mu Jiuhuang has a smile.
In fact, Mu Jiuhuang and Lin Chen did not die before, but they easily blocked the towering giants of the Ziqi Taoists. The reason why they have not been out is to see how powerful the grandfather is.
Facts have proved that the strength of the grandfather is not weak, but he is only one point higher than the Emperor Wu.
"Master, that eagle was really killed by you?"
Mu Jiuhuang asked again. He also heard about the reputation of Master Lu, and it is said that he has completely separated from the realm of Emperor Wuhuang. Although it is only half a step higher, but such a powerful person is actually damaged in the hands of Grandpa?
"How can it be so simple."
The little boy in white rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Grandpa, I just forced him back."
"Oh, that eagle head is fake, are you bragging?"
Mu Jiuhuang asked.
"Uh……"
The little boy in white blinked and was a little speechless. As soon as I wanted to talk back, I felt a pain in my back, and then the whole person knelt on the ground, and his face became pale instantly.
"Oh my God, are you stunned?"
Mu Jiuhuang hurried forward and wanted to help the little boy in white.
But the little boy reached out and stopped.
"I took you away just now and I was hit accidentally."
The voice didn't fall, the glory behind the little boy flickered, and a looming turtle shell appeared.
It is just above the shell of the turtle, but at this moment there is a missing corner, which is very conspicuous.
hiss!
Mu Jiuhuang took a breath!
Not only Mu Jiuhuang, Song Shi's eyes widened, he looked at this scene inconceivably.
You know, even if Mu Jiuhuang made a full-strength blow with milk, I'm afraid I can't leave a mark on the grandpa's turtle shell. The most proud of the grandpa is not the attack and speed, but the defense!
The turtle's defense is innate, how can it be weak?
But now, even if the defense is as good as the grandfather, he is actually injured?
"I'm still too slow."
The little boy in white shook his head with a bitter smile, and the turtle's speed was not fast at all. This is his short board, and I'm afraid it won't change in a lifetime.
"This isn't Ziqidao's handwriting!"
Mu Jiuhuang is serious: "The Ziqi Taoist is not a grandfather's opponent at all, let alone hurt the grandfather. Could it be ..."
Speaking of this, Mu Jiuhuang's eyes glared, but a hint of panic appeared in his heart.
The little boy in white nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, that is the emperor of the Ziqidao population."
"War Emperor, War Emperor, War Emperor ..."
Mu Jiuhuang mumbled the name, and finally shook his head: "I searched my memory and I didn't find the Emperor Zhan, but since he dared to brag about himself as 'Emperor', then this person's strength must have reached ... ... "
The little boy in white shook his head gently, interrupting Mu Jiuhuang, and did not let him continue.
Then he recovered his injury and turned to look at Lin Chen.
But I saw Lin Chen looking at him with a smile.