Chapter 172: Ice water drops

Is this Luo Zheng unclear who he is facing? Perhaps it is not clear about the strength of the seven majors? He didn't seem to put hatred in his eyes.
Cao deacon has some regrets. He should explain more to Luo Zheng, explain the identity of hatred, and let him understand that the sect is a giant that cannot be provoked by him.
But in a short while, Cao’s deacon understood it. His explanation was useless. This Luozhi clearly knew the status of hatred. He really did not put hatred in his eyes!
When I heard Luo Zheng’s words, Meng Tingjun’s eyes also showed a touch of surprise. To be honest, Luo Zheng was standing next to him, and he still touched Meng Tsengjun. After all, Luo Zheng knew that he was just helping him, and he faced A congenital and conscientious strong man did not hesitate to stand by him without thinking.
But Luo Zheng is too arrogant, he did not put hate in the eyes...
In the south, Meng Tsengjun saw the arrogance of Luo Zheng.
At that time, Luo Zheng was not born with a spiritual spirit, but it was only a half-step congenital. He dared to use the soul to attack He Tiancheng, who had stabbed the congenital four realms, and slammed He Tiancheng into a class!
However, the people I met now have a world of difference with He Tiancheng.
First of all, the difference between Luo Zheng and hate is greater than the strength of He Tiancheng at that time!
In addition, hatred and He Tiancheng's background are completely different. He Tiancheng's background is not deep, but also climbed from a small grass root, but this hate is not the same, he is the nephew of Lishui!
At that time, He Tiancheng was forced to endure the background of Meng Tsengjun and the pressure from the cold weather.
But now?
What are the benefits of angering hatred?
The look of hatred has changed strangely at this moment. The face of his face, if it is crowned with jade, suddenly turns into a blood red, obviously it is already angered to the extreme, but the strange thing is that this red suddenly comes from his face. Disappeared, while a red mist emerged from the top of his head.
Immediately, his face returned to normal.
Obviously, hatred dispels one's anger with a very strange practice.
The anger is gone, but it is not that he will forgive Luo Zheng. Many military people use their special methods to vent their dissatisfaction in order to maintain a normal attitude.
For example, when someone is angry, they will laugh at madness, others will cry hard, and some people will even make some disabling actions. These are ways to calm down their mood.
The means of hatred is extremely special. It seems that under the exercise method, the blood that flocks to your head is directly expelled, so that you can keep calm.
Calm, only when you are calm, can you think about the best way to deal with it.
Hate is indeed thinking, although his martial arts heart is "can not bear", but this does not mean that he is a coward.
Because there are people who have the courage to say such madness in front of him, there are not many in the Burning Kingdom, and each one is not small. He saw that Luo Zheng was so bold, and he was guessing Luo Zheng for a time. Identity.
Regardless of what this kid is, hate will not give up, but the method of handling is very different. Although the seven great men are powerful, there are people above them who are above them. The hatred is arrogant, but not ignorant.
"Who are you? The name is coming!" Hate stared at Luo Zheng and asked, his eyes revealed the layers of murder. If there is an uncertain guess about Luo Zheng’s identity, he has already started.
Luo Zhengzheng wants to talk, but Meng Tingjun next to him stepped forward and stopped Luo Zheng.
Luo Zhengken is in his own fortune, Meng Tsengjun is very grateful, but Meng Tsengjun is also worried that if Luo Zheng thoroughly blends into the contradiction between Mengjia and his family, it is very likely that he will fall into the abyss of eternal annihilation, so at this moment Meng Tsengjun wants to protect Luo Sign.
"Hate, who he is, it doesn't matter. If you are coming to me today, then let's come over!" Meng Tseng-jun said.
Luo Zheng said with aloud: "I am a small disciple of Xiao Yufeng!"
The surname Luo, or the lowest ranking Xiaofengfeng disciple...
A trace of anger, rising from the hatred of the heart, at this moment he has a feeling of being played.
This kid is obviously a foreigner who was born in the grassroots. Without any background, his strength is congenital and his strength is not enough. What qualifications does this kid have, dare to be so arrogant in front of him?
When I think of myself, I am still cautious and cautious. His anger at the moment is even more difficult to suppress.
"Okay, very good. Now the reptiles coming out of these small places are getting more and more arrogant. To deal with this reptile, I only use the force of crushing and crushing it into a bunch of broken ends!" The last trace of scruples disappeared completely. , hate because of this inexplicable scruples, the anger in my heart is even worse, then he decided to start.
Seeing hatred is about to start, and Meng Tingjun’s heart has also sunk.
Even though Meng Tsengjun’s strength has grown by leaps and bounds, he is not a level in the face of innate hatred.
How is Meng Tingjun’s mind astute? He saw the scruples in the eyes of hatred. He just stopped to block the levy on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wanted to use the scruples of hatred to temporarily stabilize the hatred, but Luo Zheng did not lead him, but told Hate your identity.
This is equal to telling hate, I don't have any background and support, there is a real grass root, there is a kind of you to kill me! Now hate to do it, how can Meng Tingjun block it? Hey, Luo Zheng’s talent is outstanding, but he does not know how to judge the situation. Meng Tseng-jun sighs in his heart.
That hate the light blue real thing, the sword in the hand has been sheathed, the sword is as thin as a flap, the whole body exudes a light blue light, the moment of pulling out the scabbard, the sword is light Long, obviously a good sword!
After the sword was drawn, there was no pause in hatred. A true Yuan wave waved with his sword. The real yuan wrapped the sword and condensed a drop of water.
That is the "Drip Sword" of the Shui Shui family. This set of swords is not only aggressive but also very resilient.
Although according to the ranking of the exercises, this set of swordsmanship is classified into the level of the level of exercises, but as a sword of the family, it is said that it is completely a question of merit rating, "Drip Sword" can be included in the day Among the steps!
Hate the volley to move the sword toward Meng Tsengjun and Luo Zheng, and volley a sword, at this time his mind has already made plans.
Meng Tsengjun is a man of Meng family. He can't kill, but he can teach him a lesson, and the one next to him who doesn't know the heights of the sky will take his life today.
Under the hate of this sword, there are countless drops of water splashing out. The water drops reflect a little crystal light under the sunlight, forming a dense net, and shooting at Luo Zheng and Meng Tseng.
The water droplets formed by the real elements seem to be no different from the ordinary water drops, but whether it is Meng Tseng or Luo Zheng, it is clear that this water pearl must not touch!
"Luo Zheng, get out!"
Meng Tseng-Jun's look focused on holding the sword in his hand, pointing to the water drops, and the black-red swords of the thumb are constantly swallowed.
Whenever a swordsman, after exploding a waterdrop, a sudden cold force erupted from the waterdrops, instantly expanding into individual ice hockey, and slamming on the ground. Even the hard blue slate is broken into powder by the ice hockey.
This waterdrop is only popping up in the air, so it has such amazing power. If it is blown up on the body, what effect will it have?
Meng Tseng-Jun’s sword is extremely fast, and Jianmang’s continually swallows, exploding a few drops of water.
However, there are more drops of water that hate to be released. Even though Meng Tsengjun has broken dozens of drops of water in a moment, hundreds of drops of water are coming over to Meng Tingjun.
But Meng Tseng-Jun has almost no choice now. At this moment, he has no choice but to take care of him. He can only wield the sword in his hand to the extreme, and destroy these drops of water as much as possible!
Just as Meng Tseng-Jun focused on the blasting of the water drops, Luo Zheng suddenly grabbed Meng Tseng-jun’s back robes, and under the defense, Meng Tseng-jun’s whole person was shaken by an irresistible force and fell straight toward the rear. And go!
At this moment, only Luo Zheng was alone, facing the water droplets that were raging.
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