This Sima Yuan's spiritual power is abundant, like a river and sea, endless.

poured all the veins of the king's arms into it, and there was no power to fight back.

"Go!" Sima Yuan roared angrily, pushing Wang Luo out of the whole person with the momentum of a gibbon, flying three kilometers back, falling straight into the jungle, and his entire back was almost crushed.

Wang Luo took a heavy breath and stood up little by little, but this time, Wang Luo felt that his control of the small world was about to be lost.

The sound of the wind gradually rose, blowing a rustling sound in the surrounding bamboo forest.

Wang Luo was half-bent and breathed in a big gulp.

He stared at Sima Yuan's figure not far away, and he was in an offensive turn just now, and instantly reversed into defense. But it's all around.

Guan Bu, who was at the border of the small world, bit his lip and didn't say a word. She stared at every move on the field, and her brow furrowed even more.

Sima Yuan split the world empty-handed, with the momentum of the wind and clouds, and the splitting move did not arrive, but it was cracked in all directions.

The king sank his right foot half an inch into the dirt and raised his hammer to meet him.

The wind and clouds changed, and in an instant, Sima Yuan cut the stone hammer with his bare hands, and a trace of cracks appeared on the stone hammer, and then cracked. The strength is still there, how can there be half a point of convergence.

A palm slashed between the king's chest and entered the flesh for three points.

Wang Luo held his breath and did not dodge. It is to exchange one for one and for life, Wang Luo has never been afraid!

At the moment when Sima Yuan's right hand lost its center of gravity, Wang Luo opened his chest and shook the valve, and his whole qi changed, and the two of them were surrounded by sharp stones.

Surrounded by the two at almost the same time, Wang Luo encountered a strong enemy for the first time, so every step of the move, Wang Luo was thinking about how to kill the other party. It will definitely not be like the previous battle, and you will have to think about how to delay and how to win better.

In the face of life and death, there is not so much time to think.

Countless rocks rushed towards the two of them, and the whistling sound continued.

Sima Yuan's eyes trembled, and he stared at Wang Luo with incredible eyes: "Crazy?"

"If I want to die, I will pull you on my back!"

Wang Luo said fiercely, pinching the trick with both hands, and countless rocks rushed in.

As soon as Sima Yuan pushed Wang Luo away, he thought about finding a life and going out, but it was too late, and there was no way out at this time.

"Childish!"

Sima Yuan sneered, and a short sword appeared beside him, grabbing the knife, chopping, and sheathing, a series of actions flowed smoothly.

The countless rocks fell like a rain of stone powder.

Wang Luo's eyes widened and he looked at everything in front of him: "What kind of people are you in the Heavenly Domain?"

Sima Yuan looked at Wang Luo: "Come out and walk the rivers and lakes, didn't your parents tell you that the people of the Heavenly Domain, don't you have to offend?"

Wang Luo sneered: "In this world, people who dare not even want their lives, what do you think he will be afraid of?"

Sima Yuan stared at Wang Luo, his face expressionless: "The duck is dead, the beak is hard, it doesn't matter." ”

"I'm surprised that all of you are powerful, but what are you trying to do, and you Sima Yuan are a little weird. Wang Luo asked.

"I started striking iron when I was seven years old, and I didn't have enough to eat at that time, so I just hoped that I would have something to eat if I worked too much. The master was also distressed when he saw it, and later he was given more food, and naturally he had more time to strike iron. Others only know that I am very good at iron, in fact, I like to thread needles when I am fine, threading needles is a meticulous job, you have to first rub the thread finely, and then find the right hole, and you have to hand not shake, this requires technology. It's much better than striking iron, although it's a woman's work, but I still prefer to thread needles, why? What's the use of just some stupid strength. ”