Just when the three-team alliance led by the Zhongzhou team left Roslorian, it was more than 100 kilometers away from Roslorian......

"Come on, you a**! Damn, I'm just not very good at talking, why the hell are you going to beat me?

Luo Yinglong stepped on a Qingfeng long sword, roaring loudly without an image, his body was covered with small strips of cloth, and he looked as if he had been daggled or sharpened. His hair was also cut into a mess, and he had several small wounds on his face, which made him look really wolfish.

By Luo Yinglong's side, there was Yang Lie with an angry face. Compared to Luo Yinglong, who is just an image wolf, his injuries are much more severe. Not only was there a long blood mark on his chest and abdomen that almost disemboweled, but a hole was pierced in his right leg, forcing him to stick his spear into the ground in order to stand up straight.

Opposite the two of the Celestial Gods was an incomparably handsome long-haired man, even if he stood there, he exuded an aura of a strong man. The long-haired man's clothes looked slightly better, but they were also scarred, and the burns on his face and hair were very obvious, and there was also a mark on his left arm that appeared to have been stabbed by a spear. It can be seen that although he is strong, he has obviously suffered some losses with one enemy and two enemies.

Even though he was injured and Luo Yinglong's words were so good, the long-haired man still smiled and said, "Oh, you said I would beat you? Hehe, this is really interesting...... I finally met the old acquaintance of the Heavenly God Team, and it is so energetic, how can I do it without a fight? Although it is not my old opponent Song Tian, Luo Yinglong, your apple should taste very good, plus here, there seems to be another small apple...... But it's not mature yet, so people can't afford to eat it. ”

"Damn, Zhao Fukong ......" Listening to the long-haired man's words, Yang Lie gritted his teeth with disgust. The meaning of these words could not be more obvious, and it was clearly a change of way to say that his strength was too weak, and people could not raise the nature to fight him.

Luo Yinglong had a disdainful expression on his face, he spat on the ground, and roared loudly: "Damn, Zhao Xuankong, why are you talking so much nonsense? Now you are still mentioning Song Tian and Song Tian or something, is it possible that I, Luo Yinglong, must be weaker than Song Tian? What are you doing with so much nonsense, are you going to beat me, not yet, won't you dare? This kind of you is much more than the ** nonsense of the demon team, and it is also too weak!"

"Oh, is it still?You say I'm weaker than that replica of the Demon Team?Is that really the case......" Zhao Fukong suddenly smiled, a trace of tyrannical love flashed in his eyes, and said, "Then, let's have a happy fight, it will be regarded as a relief from boredom." What about Xiuzhen, and it's the third order of unlocking the gene lock, it looks amazing, how about it? Let us feel the meaning of life in the splash of blood...... By the way, let me feel who is stronger between me and that guy. ”

After speaking, Zhao Weikong waved one hand, and a cold star flashed, and Luo Yinglong's side also immediately flashed a burst of golden light, but there was still a visible blood mark on his face. Although the scar was not deep, the blood was still flowing out slowly, and it looked obvious.

Luo Yinglong was suddenly furious, and he yelled loudly: "Damn, you really beat you!"

"Oh, what's wrong? Didn't you tell me to hit you, why are you screaming again......?"

"If I say that I will beat you, I will really fight, but I can't pretend to be better! Otherwise, if I say that I will beat you, then I will not be very faceless?"

Although the words in Luo Yinglong's mouth were all messy and not in tune at all, his hands were not as unreliable as his mouth. I saw that he directly took out eight small flags from his arms, threw them to the ground, and at the same time read aloud in his mouth: "Demon Subduing Demon Array!"

These eight-pole flags grow when they see the wind, and when they fall to the ground, they have become eight poles and more than five meters high. The eight-pole flags surrounded Zhao Fukong in the center, and a different color appeared on each flag.

The moment he saw these eight small flags, Zhao Fukong's smile suddenly put away, and he looked at Luo Yinglong coldly and said, "Oh, it seems that you really want to separate a superior from me, it's really surprising, what kind of stimulation did my clone in the demon team give you......?" It's really interesting, it looks like I'm going to get a little more serious this time. ”

Luo Yinglong didn't answer Zhao Fukong's words at all, his expression at this time was extremely serious, his hands kept in the air in various postures, and his mouth also read: "Qian, Kun, Li, Kan, Zhen, Xun, Gen, ......"

As Luo Yinglong's voice sounded when he read these eight words, these eight big characters gradually appeared on the eight-pole small flag, and the eight-pole small flag slowly rotated. I saw that Luo Yinglong's hands kept posing in various postures, and corresponding to the gestures, the eight-pole small flag also rotated faster and faster, and the voice in his mouth slowly became clear and loud, sounding as if it was coming from above the nine heavens......

"Qiankun borrows strength, gossip takes shape!"

"Boom!"

Luo Yinglong read out these eight words with a stern face, and the true yuan power in his body gushed out wildly, and at the same time, as he finished reading his words, countless symbols and images also appeared about 100 meters in the sky, where a rotating Bagua Array was formed, and the position opposite the map was the rotating Bagua Banner that imprisoned Zhao Fukong.

"Tarzan moves!"

Luo Yinglong almost roared out these three words, and the gossip array in the sky turned faster and faster, and finally a huge black shadow appeared there...... It was a rock of about tens of thousands of cubic meters, and it crossed a trajectory in the air like a meteor falling, and smashed down with burning flames from thousands of meters in the sky, and pressed straight towards Zhao Weikong, who was surrounded by eight small flags!

At this moment, Zhao Fukong's eyes became more and more cold, and he saw his right hand move slightly, and a short sword with a length of more than 70 centimeters suddenly appeared in his hand, and he didn't know where he took it from.

I saw Zhao Weikong slash into the air like this, the air distorted slightly, and a thin line suddenly appeared in the huge rock that was pressed down from the air, and then it was cut into countless stones, disintegrating and bursting in the air, and the shock wave from the explosion dug the ground into a hundred-meter crater......

"It seems that I underestimated you a little......" Zhao Fukong shook his right arm holding the short sword, and he smiled again. However, compared to the previous smile, this smile is more like the fangs of a beast reflecting the cold......

"Come on, let's fight each other amicably!"