Chapter 148: One in hand, the world I have

C_t; Seven martial artists are dead, even the fourth-level Wuling Huang Meng is dead, this is a huge shock!
Meng Sheng smashed, his eyes were red, staring at Ling Feng, and he wished that the latter would be swallowed up. They came to eight people, all of whom were the genius children of the two families, but now he is left alone. (-.79xs.-
This made him crazy and simply unacceptable.
"Yellow!"
Meng Sheng’s voice was cold, and his four auras burned up, bursting with glare, and a powerful force burst out from him.
"I don't care if you are a 'skill' god, or a martial artist, you are going to die today!"
Meng Sheng was crazy, his hair was flying, his face was stunned, and he looked terrible. He walked forward, and the purple 'color' small bowl was swiftly pressed against Ling Feng, four of them. The aura became a sharp arrow, and it killed the past with a glimpse of Ling Feng.
"咻咻"
The sound of the air is endless, Lingfeng's 'color' is cautious, and at the same time it is a four-level Wuling. Meng Sheng is not a star and a half than the yellow and fierce. He has stepped back a few steps and flew five small daggers in his wrist. One sound, together, formed a small blade of five inches long.
"Burning the blade!"
Ling Feng screamed, and the eight flames rushed out instantly, burning up on the small blade, and a domineering rushed to the heavens and greet the purple ‘color’ small bowl.
"啵"
The first Aura arrow was crushed, and the strength of Ling Feng could definitely crush the first level of Wuling, but the brilliance of the burning blade also dimmed, followed by the second Aura arrow 'shooting', will be burned The blade was shattered and flew open, and flew out.
"bass"
This is the third Aura arrow to kill, Ling Feng face 'color' changed, will chase the wind to the limit, can not escape this blow, that sharp arrow rubbed his hair, 'shoot' kill On top of a gravel, along with a dull explosion, the gravel was torn apart.
This is the power of the aura of the arrow, each arrow is not inferior to the 'color' at the first level of Wuling's full blow, not to mention, under the blessing of the mysterious weapons, the power of this arrow is stronger, this is also the Lingfeng taboo The place.
"brush"
The fourth arrow killed, such as a breeze, instantly shot down on the back of Ling Feng, "噗嗤", Ling Feng snorted, smile can not help but white, that Lee arrow 'shot' into his blood 'Meat' is two inches deep and almost penetrates his lungs.
I have to say that the purple 'color' small bowl is very special, enveloped in the upper wind and the golden 'color' proud bird, can be attacked at any time according to their movement, it is very difficult to escape. ()
"Aojiao bird, you still don't do it?!" Ling Fengshen 'color' is ugly. He also wants to use the 'fine' mind to kill the Meng Sheng, but the latter has two squad weapons, and the purple 'color' small bowl is Attack, and the battle axe is in the hands of Meng Shengyu, the latter has already known, he is 'fine' divine power, has long been ready.
Even if Ling Feng uses the 'fine' mind, it is impossible to strike Meng Sheng.
"kill!"
The golden 'color' arrogant bird flashed and flashed, and it immediately smashed it. It flashed a small net in the claws, nine gold 'color' airflow like spring water, rushing out, it will be the same in the blink of an eye. The small net is shrouded.
"嗡"
The next moment, the small net instantly expanded, turned into a three-foot long net, and rushed straight toward the purple 'color' small bowl. The small net was entangled with a touch of aura, but it was a spiritual soldier, and the power was naturally not purple. The 'color' small bowl can be compared, but with the strength of the current gold 'color' proud bird, it is impossible to play the power of the spirit soldiers, at most the same as the Xuan Bing.
But this is enough!
"啵"
For a moment, Sanzhang Dawang wrapped up the purple 'color' small bowl and stood it dead. The nine-way gold ‘color’ airflow and the four auras violently slammed, and the sound was like a thunder.
The golden 'color' arrogant bird is a cockroach, the cockroach is smashed, it is forcibly suppressing the purple 'color' small bowl, and that Meng Sheng’s combat power is indeed stronger than it. When the aura is shocked, it will loosen the vibration of the net.
"Hey, a thief bird actually has a spiritual weapon, but unfortunately you are still too weak!"
Meng Sheng was a little shocked. The bird is too extraordinary. It can speak people's words and even martial arts. Now even the spirits have appeared. If they are sent out, it will definitely lead to a great wave.
However, it is just a monster of the martial arts world, and it is too far away from him.
"Give me a drive!"
He shouted, and the four auras became a giant hammer, slamming toward the little net.
"Boom"
The earth shook a bit, and the golden ‘color’ proud bird screamed, and the whole thing was thrown away. The giant force was something that it could not resist. If it wasn’t a holy wing suit, it would be hurt.
Despite this, it also flew a few feet away, and the cockles were pulled down.
"kill!"
Ling Fengshen 'color' is cold, when the small net is about to be shaken, he casts a flying 'flower' folding leaf step, his feet are on the ground, and the whole person is vacated, and a piece of foot appears. 'Flower' petals, one foot on the top of the light, Ling Feng took the opportunity to rush to the void.
The next moment, he grabbed the small net and threw his life into the purple 'color' small bowl, so that the golden 'color' arrogant bird and Meng Sheng are both a glimpse, the former cockroaches are 'sucking' a bit, Is this going to die?
The purple 'color' small bowl can be terrible, even if it motivates the spirits, they can't suppress it. Isn't it going to die?
"Oh, since you want to die, then I will send you a ride!"
Meng Sheng smiled coldly, his hands open, a more violent aura, swiftly rushed toward the purple 'color' small bowl, at the same time, he handed the battle axe, killing Lingfeng.

嗡

噌

This is a must-attack. Lingfeng people are in the air, using the small net to hold the purple 'color' small bowl, and they are also caught, it is too late to dodge.
"Damn, that kid is finished!"
Kim 'color' arrogant bird thief eyes slipped a circle, a little annoyed, but now has been taken care of, it has been prepared, once Ling Feng was strangled, it directly rushed into the spirit 'medicine' garden, picking spirit 'Pharmaceutical', with its ability to fly, it is difficult for Meng Sheng to want it.
Only in this way, its loss is too great, and it is impossible for the spiritual 'medicine' garden to be long-lasting, and it can be packaged and taken away, that is, a small part.
This also makes it a bit unwilling!
"Try to kill him!"
The golden ‘color’ proudly stunned the bird, and a phoenix knife appeared in the claws. When Meng Sheng started to work on Ling Feng, it quietly touched the past.
But at that moment, Ling Feng 'show' showed a smile of evil charm.
In fact, his most horrible thing is not the 'fine' divine power, nor the blood and flame, but the power, the most overbearing power!
"boom"
The next moment, the purple 'color' bowl, which was put together by several grinding discs, was shaken by him. Even the air was plowed out and cracked. It was heavy and swept out.
It was provoked by four auras, but it was picked up by Ling Feng. Meng Sheng snorted and lost the color. Who could think of a 10-year-old child who could hardly resist purple? 'Small bowl? !
What a terrible blood ‘the power of meat’? !
"Boom"
Ling Feng glared at the purple 'color' small bowl and directly greeted the battle axe. In the banging voice, Meng Sheng spurted blood and flew straight out. Even the four auras could not stop such a fierce blow.
Power can lead!
After Lingfeng refining the fire, his blood 'meat' limit has reached 40,000 jins, and a punch can hit 20,000 jins. At this moment, he has also displayed eight flames, which is almost powerful. It’s going to be against the sky.
One in hand, the world I have!
The refining warrior has such charm, and it belongs to the weapon of the refining warrior. It is all horrible. In this respect, he is absolutely the most overbearing, but unfortunately he has no weapons to pick up.
And now, he is invincible!
Hey!
The phoenix knife in the hands of the golden ‘color’ is proud of the bird’s knives. The bird’s beak has fallen, and the stunned look of the wind, like a ghost, the blood’s power is too horrible.
The treasure of gold, the name is well-deserved!
And it secretly swears, never walks with this enchanting, too dangerous, the ghost knows which day provokes 'hair' to him, will it resist a hill and suppress it?
"You... how is this possible?"
Meng Shengwu bleeds, his ‘chest bones are broken, and his face’s color is white, and he can’t believe in readings.
"Death!"
Ling Feng smiled coldly, fell from the air, with a heavy, thunderous sound, the ground burst in an instant, his ankles were trapped in, but the next moment, he threw out the purple 'color' small bowl.
"call out"
The air, such as the water 'wave', is generally broken, and the earthquake is trembled. This bowl is too heavy. It is the Wuhuang who came, and may be killed by alive.
"come back!"
That Meng Sheng snorted, four auras stunned, the purple 'color' small bowl instantly reduced, and turned into a palm, but the cast is still not reduced, such as a cold punch, smashed the past.
Meng Sheng's eyes are bursting. He wants to suppress the purple 'color' small bowl, but he can't do it at all, so he can only dodge sideways.
"unfortunately……"
At this moment, Ling Feng laughed again, and the golden ‘color’ lightning flashed the Meng Ying’s eyebrows, and then hesitated without hesitation.
"puff"
A blush of blood, from Meng Sheng's eyebrows flowed down, the violent eyes suddenly slammed down, and slowly dimmed down, his soul was broken by the earthquake.
"啪嗒"
He was soft to the ground, and he was staring at Ling Feng. He couldn't believe it. The fourth-level Wuling was killed by the boy, and the latter was tyrannical to this extent?
Meng Sheng is dead!
The golden 'color' arrogant bird looked at the Lingfeng, and there was a little 'hair'. The latter couldn’t be provoked. Even the four-level warriors were killed. It went on, it was not baked, and it was only the fate of being suppressed. .
Ling Feng was also relieved, and Zhang mouth spurted a blood arrow. Although he killed two Wu Ling, he himself suffered a heavy blow, but all this is worth it.
Don't say that the spiritual 'medicine' garden, that is, the things of several warriors, is the value of the city, especially the purple 'color' small bowl, that is the weapon he will attack and kill in the future.
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