There is no doubt that those eyes are arrogant, although it is said that the one lying in the coffin in the years has long abandoned him, but after all, the one in the center of the black blood is the existence that used to be called the 'Demon Lord'. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Can those eyes see the determination and perseverance on Wu Jitang's face?

"Hmph, hum~, stupid thing" Of course, the eyes will not stay on Wu Jitang's face, but after all, the arrogant soul has arrogant means.

In the eyes of the demon lord's distraction, in fact, Wu Jitang's heart didn't want to stay, but Ke Ling's self was ruthlessly abandoned by his former master, so what choice did he have, the pain of persecution, the pain of expulsion, and what the monk was thinking.

As for what Wu Jitang's face was thinking, he didn't want to think about it, because it had nothing to do with him, whose land was under his feet, and he was standing on it, then this extremely majestic body was the witness of everything, today and the future.

Those eyes looked at the six ancient Buddhas with resentment, and roared: "Bastard, bald donkey, you will definitely be washed in blood in the future." ”

And he's in the wrong place, right?

Wu Jitang must have felt so, and where he looked, Wu Jitang didn't want to correct the difference, but even if he bit the demon lord with his gaze, he couldn't force him out of his noble place.

And I am standing here, sadly, the place where I am standing is not my own merit, it is completely the merit of those monks.

And if they gave up, Wu Jitang must not have figured out that such a huge face would stop at such a large square inch of heart.

What about 'defeat', fighting and dying for yourself, although defeated is still glorious.

And will you 'lose'?

Those hot eyes, I didn't think about it, and the backbone that supported the great shore must not have thought about it, and I grabbed it slightly with one hand, and everything was my own place.

Bright red blood surged towards Wu Jitang's hand, this is his weapon, the spear of blood condensation, Wu Jitang's eyes swept over dotingly, and said softly: "Let's recover that great place together, okay?"

The blood is still hot, there is still a desire to fight, and besides, this is still a fight for yourself.

Kitachi wasn't waiting for the determination to come, but looking for the right fighter for those eyes, was he distracted?

It's a good opportunity, Wu Jitang's soul comforted.

Since this is the case, what are you waiting for, holding his breath, the charge still did not shout, Wu Jitang was like an unsheathed sword, and the faint and cold light did not carry half a breath.

And when Wu Jitang charged, that mind must have forgotten what he would lose if he failed, with only the goal in his eyes and the belief in crushing the enemy in his mind.

The footsteps of the impact echoed in Wu Jitang's body, and the sound of the charge must have alarmed the demon lord's mind, but he was noble, how could an ant let himself care.

And there was no need for him to worry about it, since the black blood entrenched around him had condensed into a tiger and wolf division wearing armor and holding sharp blades.

roared with a smile, laughed at the extreme, and watched Wu Jitang's serious charge with interest.

But playing with it doesn't mean that they have relaxed their determination to wear out Wu Jitang, after all, any of them know that this is their last place, and if they lose themselves, they will have nowhere to live.

And their charge began.

The roar does not mean that the rabble, but because their hearts are hot and they already feel the threat of death, so their blades will not show mercy, let alone tremble.

Tens of thousands of black armor stomachs rushed towards Wu Jitang.

Is this the opportunity that Wu Jitang's eyes see?

Where to start, the thin self wants to be the enemy of tens of thousands of tiger and wolf souls with one shot, Leng Feng's face and eyes do not have those roaring armor stomachs, only the hateful souls above the central high ground.

Wu Jitang didn't stop, but he wasn't alone, you must know that this was originally his world, when did there be countless bright red followers behind him?

Their faces have the same calmness and the same backbone as Wu Jitang, and their guns are also sharp, and they have never thought about the possibility of failure.

The demon lord hides in the army because of his nobility, and looks at everything with a cold and arrogant gaze, and this is not a kind of cowardice.

And Wu Jitang has already taken the lead in the charge.

What about the black blood that even the ancient Buddha was powerless, Wu Jitang's gun was still sharp, and they would still be destroyed if they were pierced.

And what about the division of the tiger and wolf, it still can't stop Wu Jitang's footsteps, even if his body is slashed, he must not fall down if he doesn't reach the goal.

And Wu Jitang can't fall, because this is his world, and only he can occupy that place.

The blood-red warriors were like a tide, with Wu Jitang's courage and Wu Jitang's bravery, drowning all the black mad souls under their feet.

The eyes of the ancient Buddhas were shocked, because he Wu Jitang had completed what they were unwilling to accomplish, and the black blood that was originally entrenched in the heart area was completely constricted.

But because of this, the ancient Buddhas were powerless, and Wu Jitang's own merits were better than nothing in their discerning eyes.

The slow seal did not stop because of the victory of Wu Jitang's army.

And Wu Jitang's gloomy eyes also knew what it was for, because he was still far from victory, and the arrogant one was his own battle, and it would also be his own battle.

Obviously, the ancient Buddhas didn't have much confidence in Wu Jitang, and Wu Jitang didn't think about confidence.

Slowly but surely stepping on the high ground that once belonged to him, did the proud man see it?

Because now he is alone, and his hands are even more empty, and he doesn't even have a brother who fights with him, but obviously the demon lord doesn't care about this.

He didn't care, he still regarded Wu Jitang as nothing.

But that stupid thing actually put his feet where he shouldn't have been, so although his eyes don't look, his dignity must be maintained, because he is still the demon lord.

"Wave !!"

The invisible waves of qi crushed directly towards Wu Jitang like a surging ocean wave, and the warriors behind Wu Jitang turned into blood and dispersed before they could touch them.

It's a one-man battle.

Just this means to knock down Wu Jitang, obviously the demon lord's distraction underestimated Wu Jitang's determination, and the wave of qi hit Wu Jitang, and he couldn't even make his body tremble.

The foot can still be lifted, and it will still fall steadily.

"Tu~~~"

The sound of solid footsteps on the ground, the demon lord must not have thought that after all, there was no such person as Wu Jitang in the noble head.

But the slap was a strong slap in the face.

Anger appeared on the face of the demon lord, obviously unexpected, the noble eyes were still unwilling to be defiled, and his hand waved lightly in the direction of Wu Jitang.

The huge fist was like Wu Jitang smashed over, and the people were bare-handed and Wu Jitang did have brothers in life and death, and the spear stabbed forward.

"Squeak~~~. ”

The huge fist would actually stop at the tip of Wu Jitang's small gun, and the squeak was the cracking sound of the fist, and it was the cracking sound of the fist that successfully covered up the sound of blood gushing out of Wu Jitang's mouth.

And this is another slap in the face.

Wu Jitang's footsteps fell again, still steady, and his blood spear was already aimed at the demon lord.

Obviously, in the arrogant eyes, he also had to float towards Wu Jitang because of disgust, anger was certain, and this distance was destined to be short.

Ju stood in front of him, it was really ridiculous, the demon lord had a sneer on his face, and his mouth opened lightly: "Get out~~." ”

There was no wind or air waves, but Wu Jitang's body was strangely thrown up, and there was an invisible force tearing him apart.

He was right in front of him, how could he be thrown off the high platform by others without even attacking with a single blow, the pain of throwing and tearing was so that he couldn't control Wu Jitang, and the low roar exploded from his heart: "Ah~~~"

Torn and backwards, he threw out the spear in his hand, and his target was, of course, the head that stood tall above.

"Stop me" blood filled his eyes, Wu Jitang's figure stopped, this is my world, no one can control himself.

As soon as his feet were firmly established, the ground, and his hands condensed into a proud spear, and the rapidly running figure dragged the blood-red tail flame and rushed towards the demon lord.

Could those eyes be attracted by the spear that Wu Jitang threw out fiercely?

The demon lord's sneer was still so arrogant, Wu Jitang's roar of struggle was so ridiculous, and he should have played enough, the six-character seal had already submerged into his body and crushed towards him.

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