Chapter 290: Aster's big hand (1)

After killing the provocative Haishu people, the morale of the sea tiger and his brothers suddenly increased.
One thousand two hundred and ninety-six sea tigers gasped deeply, and the headed sea tiger anger and other people smashed the heads of dozens of sea otters and hung their heads around their waists.
The sea tigers used their fingers to stain the blood of these sea otters and painted mysterious symbols on their faces.
There is a monk who knows the customs of the sea tiger family. This symbol represents the ‘snow shame’ in the sea tiger family!
"Blood, not enough! To have more blood, more heads!" The sea tiger anger raised the banner of the White Tiger Festival, and took the people step by step to follow the taste of Chutian stay in the air, and continued to follow. Go on.
‘Chop the endless enemy, drink the blood of the enemy’!
This is what the tiger’s elders and the sea tiger’s elders sipped and drunk when they waved the machete.
The young sea tigers remember this sentence - yeah, they are sea scorpions, there are also heads of slashing enemies, not only the blood of the enemy! For thousands of years, the lives of the young tigers killed by the sea tigers, their lives, their lives, their blood...
Only enough sea otters and sea otters can make these dying tigers grieve.
This will make these sea tigers in the world calm and let them have enough courage to live.
Thousands of sea otters, but out of the momentum of thousands of horses, their atmosphere blended into one, sharp and sharp, sharp and irresistible, wherever they went, group repairs have retreated, no one is willing to provoke this group of seas tiger.
"These little scorpions, hey, and then refining for a few years, are all good hands!" The tiger vigorously glared at the Kowloon knives, striding behind the sea tiger's angry teeth, laughing and screaming at the tiger.
"When the time comes, Lao Tzu takes them, hey, the stars are on the ocean, how many big fat sheep!" The tiger’s mouth was smashed with a sip of water, and he was so squeaky that he squeezed his eyes to Hu Qianshan. The jar of spirits, filled with two mouthfuls.
Hu Qianshan was a white tiger, and he grabbed his wine jar and drank two big mouthfuls.
Just that battle was just a blink of an eye. Dozens of people were very good at repairing. They were a sea level higher than the sea tigers. They were actually smashed by the white tigers they formed, and they even resisted. There is no power.
Hu Qianshan is very shocked.
This killing is really amazing. If the tiger family can master this killing, with the manpower of the tiger family, how can this killing force explode? This white tiger kills, is a big killer enough to change the underlying power!
Hu Qianshan felt that there was nothing to say about this smashing of the tiger. He had to see Chutian, and then discuss it carefully with Chutian!
The tiger family is willing to spend a lot of money to find the way to fight this white tiger!
The 堕星洋 is not a place of peace, a powerful military squad, killing, has a strong appeal to any major force. However, the formation is rare, and the refining divisions of Xing Xingyang are more adept at arranging various guards of the mountain gates. This kind of military squadron has never heard of anyone who is good at it.
The tiger suddenly stunned and he raised his head violently and pumped his nose hard.
"Hey, acquaintance? There are acquaintances in the neighborhood? This taste is very familiar! Just flying too fast, '唰' is over!" The tiger looked around with suspicion, he squinted. Pumping your nose more and more.
"Acquaintance?" Hu Qianshan looked at the tiger vigorously: "In the windless canyon, you have a lot of acquaintances, isn't it, which younger generation is coming in to find the baby? Well, do you want me to say hello?"
The tiger shook his head vigorously, the children of the five major families of the Windless Canyon?
It’s their words, the tiger is too lazy to call them. What are you calling them to do? And Chu Tian grab the baby?
The tiger is very surprised that this taste is purple. Well, that's right, it's really the taste of the little white face of Zi Yansheng, and the tiger is absolutely not mistaken. As a tiger demon, the tiger's strong sense of smell is very sensitive. He clearly remembers this extremely precious and elegant incense on Zishengsheng!
Maybe Chutian did not notice, after all, Chutian is a person, not a demon.
But how can Tiger make a mistake? The scent of the sable is very light and pale, almost no. But the body of the tiger is here, his sense of smell is a hundred times more sensitive than Chutian, he will not make a mistake!
A faint purple shadow rushed through the sky, and the purple scorpion suddenly looked down and looked down: "Yeah? It seems that there is an acquaintance? But, hurry, busy, no time to take care of. Oh, this is the last two points!"
The two spirits of the spiritual devotion just passed by from the front, and they were dying to stop on the path of Zishengsheng.
These two devotional self-defense strengths are sturdy, slow and slowly drifting over the sky, smiling and discussing the quality of a flying sword that has just arrived, discussing the refining materials, refining techniques, and the number engraved on the sword. Ten kinds of big killing methods, the effect of prohibition, and so on.
Obviously seeing the purple scorpion rushing over like lightning, the two did not give up a trace of the road, but put a pair of Laozi in the world first, the later generations of the younger generation did not quickly come to Shantou to ask for the posture!
With their cultivation, they have abandoned the flesh and used the secret method to transform the spirituality of the true spirit.
They all reached the peak of the heavens, and among the monks who explored the remains of the Baiyutai, they belonged to the top class.
So why do they have to give way to a junior who is on the road?
Across a dozen miles away, the purple scorpion was flashing in the scorpion, and he had already seen the two true spirits deliberately slow down the speed, just blocking his marching route. Sneer, and Zi Yansheng opened his mouth and said: "Good dogs don't block the way, how old is it to live on the dog?"
Simply a dozen words, there are two ‘dog’ words!
The two real auras had a straight beard and their eyes were red and staring at the purple scorpion. One of them was wearing long hair, and the true spirit of wearing a white crane pointed to the purple scorpion and shouted: "Which Behind the younger generation? Dare and rude?"
"Oh, roll!" The purple cicada grows and screams. His hands slammed and released, and the earth-shattering blast thundered with anger. The two true spirits of the peaks of the heavens were located in the middle of the outbreak.
The fierce and unmatched thunderbolt shattered the two true spirits and the body of the sword, shattering all the magic weapons on them, and even the best flying swords they had just arrived were shocked into a piece of iron slag.
The two true spirits were even fainted in front of the scene, and the red and heavy squatting from the sky slammed on the ground.