Seeing that the Shangguan family came to help again, it did not bring any psychological fluctuations to the cocoon. Coming over today, he didn't plan to go back alive.

He believed that after his death, Cheng Lao would definitely kill all the people of the Shangguan family here, so he was a little happy about Shangguan Changsong's arrival.

But what he couldn't tolerate was that Shangguan Changsong, in order to fiddle with the majesty of the Shangguan family, actually did something to Dabao, Zhang Liang and others. However, even so, he did not make a move, nor did he speak.

No one of this level will regard him as an opponent.

He is not an opponent at all, and no matter how angry he is, he can't reverse any of the current situation.

Anyway, I'm going to die.

Anyway, the people of the Shangguan family are going to die.

Breaking the cocoon glanced at Dabao and Lu Qiang, and a smile appeared on his face, a very relieved smile.

Several wounds on his body are no longer bleeding, I don't know if it is because of the self-repair of internal forces, or because of the cold temperature.

In his chest, the head of the calloon had a crack, like a cut of less than a centimeter in his chest that had been cut by a knife.

The crack is deep, but it is like an abyss in the dark, bottomless and unfathomable.

If you look closely, there seem to be two bright spots the size of a grain of black and shiny rice in the slit, like the reflection of the pupils of Dabao's eyes illuminated by the moonlight.

The dark bright spot peeked through the slit, and it seemed that it was still looking at the clear moonlight shining through the broken neck of the calloon.

The crystal black, black and pure, like the eyes of a newborn child who has just opened, are looking at this strange world!

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The wind rises, and the grass dances.

Avalanche, ashes.

Song Ziwen raised his hands and fell again.

He looked at Shangguan Changsong, his upper eyes were slightly red, his arms trembled, but he couldn't lift it.

Shangguan Changlet let go of one hand forward, the other hand behind, with a smile on his face, and said: "If you don't leave the Song family, with your talent, you should have the ability to be no weaker than me, but it's a pity ......"

His voice was flat, and it seemed very understated.

His smile was soft and painless.

This expression is aimed at the power applied to Song Ziwen, and it is also a manifestation of strength.

Xiang Song Ziwen.

Also to Guo Genheng, to the Secret Service, to the Ministry of State Security!

It's just that others didn't notice that the hand behind his back was tightly attached to his waist, clenched into a fist, and there was a slight trembling.

"You can't make a move on Song Ziwen. Guo Ganheng turned sideways, looked at Shangguan Changsong, and said coldly, "I can ignore the contradictions between you and ordinary people, the contradictions between senior magicians and senior magicians, the secret service must intervene." ”

As soon as he turned around, the two senior magicians behind him also stood up.

Shangguan Changbai didn't speak, but just stepped forward and stood opposite Guo Gengheng.

"Shangguan Changsong, have you considered what possible consequences you will bring if you do this?" Guo Ganheng gritted his teeth and looked at Shangguan Changsong.

"The Shangguan family only has immediate results, no future consequences. Shangguan Changsong's expression was still a little light, but his voice no longer seemed relaxed.

At this time, there was no one in his eyes, just looking at Song Ziwen who was still struggling to support him, and when he saw that Song Ziwen's right foot was about to take a step forward, the hand behind his back also moved.

Because, an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart, and this throbbing did not come from Song Ziwen's insistence, but from the confrontation between Shangguan Changqing and Pocoon......

Therefore, he must solve Song Ziwen, a nosy thing who doesn't know life or death, as soon as possible......

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When the wind rises, there is fog. The fog was thin and difficult to see in the scattered yellow dust.

Shangguan Changqing could see it, so he smiled. When the fog appeared, he didn't make a move.

The wind continued to blow.

The fog swirled in the wind, and it quickly converged into a line by taking advantage of the wind, and floated to Shangguan Changqing one by one. When the wisps of fog drifted close to Shangguan Changqing's side, he could see his body move suddenly.

Every time he moved, the fog was scattered as if blown by the wind.

The legs that broke the cocoon were clearly raised, but they couldn't take a step forward.

For a high-level magician of Shangguan Changqing's level, the control of "Mist Potential•Yan" over him was less than a fraction of a second.

Shangguan Changqing had a playful expression on his face.

The fog is still gathering and is constantly flowing.

The fog also takes a slightly longer time to disperse.

Breaking the cocoon was finally able to take a step.

Shangguan Changqing's face finally changed,

He knew very well that this kind of binding technique requires the combination of internal force and special function to have a certain effect, and the strength of the binding has a very big relationship with the internal force or special function.

From the cocoon breaking this binding technique, Shangguan Changqing could feel that the other party's special function was very weak, but the strange thing was that he continued to use internal force to make up for this defect and slowly weaken his own strength.

That is to say, this young cocoon breaker has actually cultivated a very good internal force, but with his current age, how can he have such a deep internal force?

"It seems that this guy really has a lot of oddities in him. If a way to cultivate internal strength is found from him, the senior magicians of the Shangguan family will no longer have to rely on drugs to 'manufacture', and the overall quality will definitely be greatly improved, and the Shangguan family will be able to take a few more steps upward. ”

Thinking of this, Shangguan Changqing made a few movements with both hands.

The grass was like an arrow, or half an inch, or a foot, and shot out of the cocoon from all directions, and more often at his hands and feet.

The dust in the sky was stirring in the air, and under the bright moonlight, only a slightly yellow shadow was seen, confusing all the sights in the field.

The grass shoots on the cocoon's body or arms, through the clothes, and into the flesh.

As far as the eye can see, he looks like he has been inserted with a lot of chicken feathers, swinging in the wind.

The grass slashed across his face, several deep blood marks appeared, and the skin and flesh turned out, which was very terrifying.

Blood dripped in a stream, blown away by the wind, and scattered in the air.

Just when Shangguan Changqing wanted to use the restraint technique, he smelled a faint wetness.

This kind of wetness has a faint and strong fishy smell.

The light is the smell of the fine crushed loess being soaked by the wind.

Thick is the smell of blood blown away by the wind and permeating the air.

Blood. Water.

When the blood and water meet the fog in the air, there is a new change.

The moon is still shining and the stars are still shining.

Under the moonlight and starlight, around where Broken Cocoon and Shangguan Changqing were standing, I don't know when it began, a pale red fog began.

Several of the black stones standing in the field still emitted a faint glimmer of light with bright lines. It's just that at this time, the glimmer also turned a pale red, and even the black stone seemed to be soaked in the blood mist in the air and became shiny.

The wind suddenly slowed down, as if it were about to stop.

The withered grass that shuttles in the air like a fish has lost the support of the wind, as if it is about to fall.

Even the dust, which was as fine as dust, was out of direction and was about to fall.

Wind break. The grass is quiet. Dust set.

Everything in the air has come to a standstill.

Everyone looked at this side, their eyes full of surprise and unease.

Because, there are many people who smell extremely dangerous signals from this atmosphere.