Chapter 360: Volt

Yang Tiangang found helplessly, he could not get rid of Xiong Xiying's tracking, because there is actually a flying scorpion on this person. Although the quality is only the next product, the speed of the flying cockroach is almost double that of Yang Tiangang.
"Yang Tiangang, where do you want to escape?"
From the very beginning, Xiong Xiying constantly blocked the direction of Yang Tiangang's escape. Although he couldn't take a fellow monk in an eager moment, he was at least able to force him to change the direction of the shield.
"Hey, do you think that Laozi will let you where you want to escape and where to escape? The son of your late warrior is ambushing on the road where he fled, haha, I will not let you be happy!"
Yang Tiangang was as sinking as water, knowing that this time was a miscalculation. This Xiong Xiying did not seem to be reckless on the surface, and his son’s murder in front was not used.
Several times, Xiong Xiying forced the direction of change. Even Yang Tiangang could not recognize the position he was in at the same time. He did not know if his son could catch up. Otherwise, this time, I am afraid that I would not be self-defeating and suffer a big loss. !
No, Yang Tiangang was shocked. If the Xiong Xiying did not enter the for a long time, the hill would have suspected an accident. He would definitely come to investigate. If he fled, it would be difficult for him to find a trace. At this time, he only turned around. Fighting with Xiong Xiying, it is possible to let the hills follow the momentum of fighting!
Thinking of this, Yang Tiangang suddenly stopped the light, turned around and slanted with a slap in the hand, and screamed in the mouth: "Broken!"
Xiong Xiying did not think that Yang Tiangang, who had been retreating before, would suddenly burst out his hands and exclaimed with a rush of retreat, but suddenly found that there was a potential in the void in front of him, as if he had the power to destroy the mountains and break the jade. .
"Broken Mountain Spirit!"
Xiong Xiying is worthy of being a true disciple of Tian Tianzong. At the moment of Yang Tiangang’s shot, he has already recognized the bottom of this spiritual technique. He exclaimed with a dignified meaning on his face. A few sword flowers, with the swords of Xiong Xiying's hand, dozens of Jianguang cut out.
Every sword light is cut out, and the power of the broken mountain spirit will be weakened. After dozens of swords and light are spewed out, Yang Tiangang’s broken mountain spirit is not only cracked, but also has more than ten swords. The light counterattacked back, which made Yang Tiangang quite busy at a time.
Yang Tiangang quickly pressed the light, and his hands extended to the volley and pressed down.
Surrounded by emptiness, it seems that there are countless invisible forces passing through the air. Those Jianguang are wiped out in one fell swoop, and Xiong Xiying’s own dawn suddenly becomes unsettled, as if it will fall from the sky at any time.
"Hey, cracking the earth, seeing my swordsmanship break your magical power!"
No matter what kind of supernatural power Yang Tiangang has to show, Xiong Xiying just throws a set of swordsmanship in his hands like a celestial flower, and Yang Tiangang’s magical powers are only cracked one way. The power of the swordsmanship can be seen.
The swords of the sky are as pervasive as the water, and Yang Tiangang can't resist it quickly. In desperation, he has to pull back and retreat, and Xiong Xiying immediately presses hard. Yang Tiangang is almost left with the power of parry and no effort to fight back.
At this time, Yang Tiangang did not dare to set up a ray of light, because Xiong Xiying’s flying scorpion weapon can only make himself even more embarrassed. It is better to rely on the mountainous terrain to reconcile with him, not to mention the fact that Yang Tiangang’s magical technique only relies on the ground power. Only then can it be better.
In the twinkling of an eye, the two men have gone through more than ten miles, but the speed is much slower because they are distracted.
In another battle group, the three stewards have never seen such a person who is like a madman. It is clear that this person has been injured several times by himself. Not only has he not been afraid of retreating, but he has become more and more brave and even fighting. Among them, there are repeated means of losing both sides.
The three stewards have the upper hand, and naturally they are not willing to lose both of them with Wu Shuo. This has also caused Wu Shuo to turn to the dangers of life and death.
The three housekeepers came to accept Xiong Xiying's return to the family because of his family's long-winded reality. However, Xiong Xiying had disappeared at this time, and he was entangled in this magical monk. The mood was also more and more urgent.
But the more he is impatient, the more he wants to get rid of the entanglement of Wu Shuo, but he often does not want to speed up. Wu Shuo has already seen that the three stewards are not sacred, and his fighting spirit is getting higher and higher, and he can feel it. The witchcraft is boiling in the body, this is to break the bottleneck, the fifth threat of advanced strength.
"decline!"
A strange force gathered in Wu Shuo's body, and then with Wu Shuo breaking his fingers, a drop of blood was cited, and a strange force was immediately wrapped around the three housekeepers.
"It’s such a strange trick!"
The three housekeepers snorted and swelled in their body and wanted to smash the strange forces that wandered around the body.
Unexpectedly, this time, this force is like the bones of the skeleton, and can never get rid of it. Not only that, but the three stewards suddenly feel like a big illness, the bones are scattered, and the body is not left. A few.
At this time, Wu Shuo screamed, and the witch in his hand flew out and went straight to the chest and abdomen of the three housekeepers. The three housekeepers suffocated Yu Yong, and the imperial tactics were intercepted by the squadron in the middle, and the two sides collided, as if the sky was ringing. The thunder bombs, the surrounding forests were all destroyed.
The three housekeepers felt that the body suddenly became soft, and the body was weak afterwards. They could not help but retreat back and forth, but the flying smoke in front of them was knocked open, and Wu Shuo’s eyes with blood on his mouth blew again toward him.
"Insane, this person is crazy, since you want to die, the old man is perfect!"
The three stewards encouraged Dan Tian Lingli, a steady stream of heroic spirits continually scouring under the Zhou, and the power of the witches attached to him was finally expelled, and the hand tools were once again smashed with Wu Shuo.
The second, third, ...
Every time the three housekeepers can repel Wu Shuo, but after each time, Wu Shuo can rush forward again, his mouth is bleeding, the wound on his body is bleeding, but the blood seems to stimulate the battle of Wu Shuo. Italian, but the three butlers can clearly feel that whenever Wu Shuo rushes up again, the power of Wu Shuo's body will be greater than the previous one.
This person is not crazy, this person is simply a monster!
The heart of the three stewards did not have a sense of fear. The old man had to leave here and could no longer consume the madman. The old man still had the life of the owner. Yes, the old man would have to return to the family, and the old man would have to finish. The life of the owner!
The thought of retreating in my heart, this thought can not be contained and swelled up. The three housekeepers also screamed and slammed the scorpion and fired the sorcerer again.
However, I heard a sudden shock from behind me: "I just remembered to go at this time, are you still going, eat your great master!"
The wind pressure from the whirling came from behind, and the speed was faster than any previous one. The three housekeepers had to sneak up on this attack before they wanted to retreat.
In desperation, the three butlers had to turn around and control the device again. However, this time he suddenly changed his face. As he screamed in the air, his instrument was suddenly shot and his face suddenly became gray. A blood spurted out of the mouth.
"How can it be repaired as a breakthrough?" The three housekeepers screamed in horror.
At this time, Yang Tiangang had been smashed by Xiong Xiying’s Jianguang several times, and his body was split by several blood. If these years, Yang Tiangang also began to practice the "Shan Jun Tu", and the flesh is real, I am afraid that a few Jianguang Can make people disabled.
Xiong Xiying is more and more excited. In the eyes of this, Yang Tiangang obviously knows that he can't escape if he has a flying rifle in his hand. He can only turn around and desperately, and this is exactly what Xiong Xiying hopes.
Yang Tiangang is the same as him, and the spiritual power of the body is no less than him. The only thing that can't match him is the instrument in his hand and the magical power of practicing. This time, if you can't take the opportunity to entangle this with yourself for several years. The opponents are hit hard and even killed. If the bear family leaves Mengyu County, I am afraid there will be no chance.
Thinking of this, Xiong Xiying’s flying sword became more and more fierce. Yang Tiangang always insisted on fighting against him. The swordsman who had resisted him was already stretched. At this time, it was a flaw under the left and right, and Xiong Xiying saw a big joy. A poisonous snake generally bypasses Yang Tiangang's body and strikes the rib from the side.
Seeing that Xiong Xiying was about to make a breakthrough, he suddenly realized that there was a difference in the ground under his feet, as if there was a wild beast to break ground from the ground.
Under the heart, Xiong Xiying even refused to take the opponent in front of him and tried to fly backwards. However, after all, it was a step later. The ground was muddy, and a figure flew out from the ground, reaching for a finger, a three-inch mark. In the midair, the whistle and the whistle, the wind has already turned into a giant scorpion, and the rumbling pressure has come down.
Xiong Xiying is really worthy of being a god-in-law, a strong and powerful child, but not in a dangerous situation. The flying sword in his hand is from the bottom up, and numerous swords are stripped together to form a huge Jianguangzhu, and the mountain descending from the sky. Jun Hao crashed into a collision.

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However, Yang Junshan has always been a ring set of this ring, the moment of the mountain Jun 玺 landing, the radius within a few square feet of the radius suddenly like a wave of general tumbling, the cracking of the earth with the help of the semi-spirited mountain Junyi will magical power itself Can play to the extreme.
Xiong Xiying tried to resist, but he was still squatting at the foot, but he still sacrificed the flying scorpion to escape.
A golden light is centered on the mountain monk, and it spreads out fiercely. The scope of the cracking of the earth has become a raging area of ​​the Yuan magnetic aura.
Xiong Xiying’s flying scorpion swayed for a while, and Xiong Xiying almost fell from above.
The Feijian sword again stunned the Jianguang around the body, and the fierce Jianguang was able to split the aura of the Yuan magnetic aura, which was originally covered by the Yuan magnetic aura.
Although Xiong Xiying has repeatedly been in distress, he can use his own strength to save his life every time. He can't help but have a kind of happiness that can withstand me. When he laughs, he has to flee from the gap.
At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in the gap, and there was a bronze mirror in his hand. The yellow aura took time to bear Xiong Xiying.
Xiong Xiying looked a glimpse, and the flying scorpion under his feet shook again. He actually let him fall off the ritual, but Xiong Xiying’s spiritual cultivation was obviously quite good. He just woke up and shook his head.
The attack of Yang Junshan’s carefully planned attack will stop here. Xiong Xiying just regained his body and screamed, a smoky pot of wind-polished copper pipe rods shining in the sun. Then he knocked on his head!

Something in the morning, delayed!