This is like a place of training, although there is no master, it is indeed a place to test one's own quality, because there are too many blood shadows, as many as stars. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Blue-gold electric sparks flashed, red and blue flames flew, and the colorless Force shocked, and Dongfang Xiaoshu began to grope for control of the Force in the battle, and he actually had a high fighting spirit.

The real dragon spear in his hand is like a dragon, and the summary of marksmanship taught by thousands of faces, such as collapse, point, piercing, splitting, circle, picking, plucking, winding, blocking, piercing, and stabbing, is used one by one, devouring like a blood shadow.

Dongfang Xiaoshu can't remember the time anymore, but he has been killing, killing without any burden.

Put all the stuffiness in the Western Regions of the Earth Demon Disaster on the blood shadow, just knowing that the blood shadow is getting stronger and stronger, without the original randomness, it seems that the blood shadow is using the method of killing each other and devouring each other to strengthen itself.

Dongfang Xiaoshu, who was fighting, suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason, as if he was being held in the palm of his hand, and even his soul trembled.

Dongfang Xiaoshu jumped up from the ground without hesitation, and when it fell, the true dragon spear swept, harvesting a piece of blood shadow and fleeing again, after five consecutive jumps, the feeling that made his heart palpitate and his soul tremble was slightly weakened.

At this moment, a large blood-red hand appeared in the mist without warning, and instantly swept away a torrent of blood shadows.

The overwhelming torrent of blood shadows suddenly seemed to be like a corner of the sky missing, although the momentum was there, it was not as magnificent as it was.

And the place where the big hand appeared was exactly where Dongfang Xiaoshu was originally located, and then there was a chewing sound that made his teeth ache and his scalp tingle, and the feeling that made his heart palpitate and tremble also hit again, and Dongfang Xiaoshu fled again without hesitation.

After repeating this, Dongfang Xiaoshu finally woke up, this was clearly a fierce man eating, and the food was this overwhelming torrent of blood shadows.

The turtle king eight mung beans, this fierce man is not an ordinary fierce, the big hand appeared three or five times, and he ate more than half of the overwhelming blood shadow.

And every time he comes to him, is he so dazzling in the blood shadow, or is the fierce man more picky eater, and he likes to eat stronger food? The more Dongfang Xiaoshu thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

Dongfang Xiaoshu simply reduced the number of shots, and tried not to shoot if he could.

Who knew that the fierce man's big hand like a mountain seemed to lock him, and he chased after him one after another, as if it was used as a blind adjustment during the meal.

This is a bitter thing for Dongfang Xiaoshu, not only to remove the blood shadow that surrounds him, but also to avoid the deadly hand that is chasing after him, and the rhythm he has just adapted to is disrupted again.

Time passed like water, and the blood moon in the night sky finally rose and waned, and the fog became thinner.

Only a small half of the blood shadows were still devouring each other without scruples, and the number of mountain-like big hands was becoming more and more frequent, many times they were brushing Dongfang Xiaoshu's body and flashing, which frightened Dongfang Xiaoshu with a feeling that his heart jumped out of his throat.

The fog gradually lifted, and the big mountain-like hands began their final madness.

The bow was opened left and right, and the only remaining blood shadow was expelled in the mist, and Dongfang Xiaoshu was powerless to get rid of the entanglement of one big hand, let alone the current two.

Two mountain-like hands, one on the left and one on the right, brought up countless remnants of earth and gravel, and moved towards the middle of the mist with great speed, wanting to bring the blood shadows in the mist to a nest.

Dongfang Xiaoshu couldn't help but rush forward, but his speed was much worse than that of Da Hand.

At the moment when the big hand was facing from behind, Dongfang Xiaoshu really felt the feeling of being smashed like a mountain, and his body instantly sounded the creaking sound of a broken bone, and his body couldn't help but fly up, the blood in his mouth and nose was dripping, and the injury was not light.

As long as the two big hands are closed, it is the time when the little tree in the east dies.

However, Dongfang Xiaoshu was a little unwilling, although he would not really die, but he was almost broken like glass after being patted by a big hand, and he was so aggrieved that at least he didn't even see the appearance of others.

The distance between the two big hands is getting closer and closer, from a hundred zhang to nearly ten zhang, and the oriental tree is like a stone thrown in the air, and when it will fall, it will be slapped by the big hand one after another and fly up again.

The blood-spurting Dongfang Xiaoshu complained again and again, but fortunately, the Heart of Tianhe was running automatically, and the Heart of Tianhe was also restless.

A large river tightly protected the main part of his chest and abdomen, otherwise he would have been slapped into mud by the big hand, and at the same time, it seemed that the big hand had lost his patience with cat and mouse, and was bent on eating the last torrent of blood.

Three zhang, two zhang, Dongfang Xiaoshu has already seen the true face of the other big hand, and even closed his eyes and waited for the final judgment when the two big hands were closed.

I don't want to suffer this sin, although it's not a real body, but it feels more real than real.

The abnormal change protruded, and the originally dull and boxy lattice suddenly joined together, and it was extremely bright for a while.

The two big mountain-like hands seemed to be held by chains, not only could not move forward, but became farther and farther away, and an unwilling howl spread in all directions, and the big hands like mountains finally reluctantly retreated.

The remnants of the blood shadows turned into a thread of blood in the light, melting into the boxy lattice, and the small trees in the east fell from the sky like mud, and after a miserable howl like killing a pig in the snapping sound, there was finally no sound.

The fog finally lifted, the Great Hand finally disappeared, and the remnants of the earth, the rubble, and the fallen and broken trees miraculously returned to their original form in the boxy lattice.

The fog dissipated, the blood moon in the night sky finally lost its blood color and became quiet and pale, and the hidden stars finally opened their eyes timidly, looked around, and blinked energetically.

As if it had never happened, the forest was still a forest, still alive and well.

The earth is still the earth, and there are no superfluous potholes.

A few green-backed demon wolves still bared their teeth and roared, constantly circling around a big tree, and from time to time they also scraped twice on the trunk with their claws, and the slightest trace of blood was still there.

Around the big tree surrounded by the blue-backed demon wolf, the small eastern tree was hung on the branches, its limbs hanging low, and its whole body was covered in blood.

The package full of spars was tied diagonally to the chest by the small oriental tree, although it was somewhat damaged, but unexpectedly not a single piece of it was scattered, and only a small half of the scroll diagonally inserted into the waist was still on the waist, as if it was in danger of slipping at any time.

Fortunately, the place where the little tree fell from the sky happened to be in a boxy grid, and the restored tree naturally lifted it up, and when it rolled down, it happened to get stuck on the branches of the big tree, which also allowed him to escape once again from being killed and kissed by the wolf.

"Turtle mung bean king eight, the forest is people's dining table, people eat a meal and toss themselves to death, losing most of their lives, it's really more popular than people!"