On the sky of the Tranquility Building, a comfortable figure appeared in front of the black gas vortex, with a cold face, and the black blade in his hand tightened, towards the black gas vortex, it was a sword slash. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The black sword qi flashed, and a sword roar like a dragon's roar sounded, and it rushed straight towards the black qi vortex, slashing at it in the blink of an eye, cutting a huge opening, and you could see the frantic air flow inside the black qi vortex.

The black sword qi slashed at the black qi vortex, and it was about to be completely cut open, but at the last moment, from within the black qi vortex, a big hand stretched out, holding the black sword qi, and then pinched, a strong shock came out, the black sword qi was like a spirit, and let out a low sword groan, which was crushed by the big hand, turning into a little black light and dissipating.

Looking at the outstretched big hand crushing his sword qi, he was comfortable here, his eyes were even colder, and the solemn color on his face was even stronger.

"What about the later stage, if I want to kill you, I will still kill you with a sword!" With a low snort, An Yiyi's figure moved, turned into a black light, and went straight to the big hand that was stretched out.

"Humph!" In the black gas whirlpool, there was a cold snort like thunder, and in the next moment, I saw the black gas whirlpool shrinking rapidly, condensing together, and then, a bald man wearing black clothes, strong body, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a full of anger came out.

"I, the Eight-Winged King, one of the four great kings, can you be killed by the clone of the sevenfold realm spell master!" The bald man who appeared snorted coldly, looked at the comfortable figure that came in an instant with disdain, stretched out his big hand, and shook it suddenly, and a strong aura on his body vibrated out, turning into a ripple, forming an enchantment, spreading out, and shrouding An Yi's body in the blink of an eye, making the comfortable figure slam and stop in front of the big man.

The Eight-Winged King stepped forward, came to An Yi's side, glanced at An Yi, and the corners of his mouth twitched, disdainful.

"Drink!" was ignored, An Yi was furious, and immediately shouted, and immediately, the breath of the whole body became violent, and the black gas instantly rolled out, spreading, turning into an impact, breaking through the enchantment of the Eight Winged King, and then, the black blade in An Yi's hand slammed towards the Eight Winged King, who was already walking behind him, and with a wave, he slashed out a black sword qi and went straight to the Eight Winged King.

The eight-winged king ignored the comfortable black sword qi and walked by himself, not forgetting to look around and look at the world.

The black sword qi came in an instant, and landed on the body of the eight-winged king, causing a circle of ripples, echoing, from the eight-winged king's body, a stream of black qi vibrated out, turning into black feathers like sharp teeth, impacting on the black sword qi, and suddenly bursting out with a low roar.

"Bang ......"

With a muffled sound, the black sword qi and black feathers collapsed at the same time, turning into black light and dissipating.

"I can't help myself." The Eight-Winged King broke a sentence coldly, paused, turned around, and looked at Anyi.

"With your current strength, if you don't want to fight half of your life, I can also destroy you." The Eight-Winged King looked at An Yi with disdain, and a low voice came out of his mouth, "I really don't know what Lord Xingyuan Dragon thinks, and he actually wants to keep you." ”

After speaking, the Eight-Winged King waved his big hand, and a black qi was released, which rolled out and landed in the cross-border passage below, causing a vibrating sound to come out inside.

"Thank you, sir."

A respectful voice sounded from the cross-border passage, and immediately, two black gases gushed out from it and landed beside the Eight-Winged King, revealing two figures, a man and a woman.

I saw that the man was dressed in purple, and he looked skinny, but his appearance was very hideous, and there was white light in his eyes; The woman is dressed in blue and has a beautiful face.

Looking at the other two early-stage Ground Rank Ghost Kings that appeared, the solemnity in An Yi's eyes was even stronger.

"You two, introduce yourself, too, lest you don't know the name of the person who killed him, which is not good." The Eight-Winged King looked at the solemn look in his eyes and chuckled.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu's name is Purple Bat King." The man in purple sneered and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The Slave Cloud Butterfly King." The woman in blue said softly.

"The spell master of the Arctic lineage, when you reach the third generation, I'm afraid you're going to break the inheritance." The Eight-Winged King said this lightly, and with a wave of his big hand again, a black gas rolled out, surging towards Zhiyuan Tower, and in a blink of an eye, beside the Eight-Winged King, the figures of the man in white and the Qinglin King appeared.

"You two, let's introduce yourself too, people don't fulfill the friendship of landlords, and we can't lose face in vain." Looking at the ease with an increasingly hideous expression, the eight-winged king still said lightly.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu's name is King Qinglin, boy, your Wraith Dragon subordinate of the Ground Rank Ghost King is going to be saved for Lao Tzu, and the next time he has a chance, Lao Tzu will swallow her." King Qinglin looked at An Yi and let out a hideous sound.

"The Demon King." The man in white said coldly and perfunctory.

Seeing that the subordinates he brought over had been introduced, the eight-winged king glanced at An Yi, his face showed a look of disdain, and the black qi on his body suddenly rolled, enveloping the Purple Bat King, Cloud Butterfly King, Qinglin King and Holy Demon King, turning into a black light, and in a flash, disappeared.

Standing in mid-air, An Yi's expression was hideous, the aura on his body was violent, and black light appeared and surged from time to time.

He has anger in his heart, killing in his heart, and resentment in his heart, constantly intertwined, constantly impacting, and constantly telling him, go, go and kill the eight-winged king.

However, the remaining bit of reason stopped An Yi and clearly told him that with his current strength, even if he joined forces with the deity, the odds of winning were only thirty percent.

So, Comfort endured it.

Biting his lip, until the violent breath in his heart slowly calmed down, An Yi let go of his mouth, and there were already blood stains on the side of his mouth.

A black light flickered, revealing Qingluo's figure, at this moment, her face was pale, obviously she had just fought with the Qinglin King and the Holy Demon King, and she was not badly injured.

"How are you?"

This sentence was uttered by An Yi and Qingluo almost at the same time.

Because of this sentence, the two were stunned in mid-air for a moment.

"I'm fine." Qingluo reacted first, although her face was pale, she still looked at An Yi coldly, and said lightly.

Seeing that Qingluo was injured, An Yi's heart was slightly shocked.

"Let's go."

As if he had lost his strength, he whispered comfortably, turned around and waved his hand, and dispersed the enchantment.

At this moment, in the real world, after the baptism of this sudden rainstorm, the entire Niuhua High School seems to be glowing with new vitality, and the depressing atmosphere that gave people just now has also dissipated, and what comes out is a fresh feeling.

The weather is sunny after the rain.

Niuhua High School rang the class bell.

This lesson is a math class.

I saw that in the classroom, the students sitting in the seats looked at the door of the classroom, and a tall, obese middle-aged man with glasses walked in.

This man is a math teacher in the first year of Anyi High School, Mr. Xie, he is very good at mathematics, and his teaching methods are also unique, and he is sometimes very strict - for students who don't listen to lectures in class - sometimes he likes to laugh at himself - for students who can't learn mathematics well no matter how they teach, Mr. Xie can only relieve the helplessness in his heart in a self-deprecating way.

"Stand up."

"Salute!"

"Hello teacher."

"Sit down."

When he came to the podium, Mr. Xie looked around the classroom and saw that there were still many students looking out the window, as if they were still thinking about the sudden rainstorm just now.

"Okay, look at the classmates outside the window, it's time to take your heart back." Teacher Xie coughed, and his voice was loud and resounded in the classroom, setting off a lot of aftermath.

"This weather is inaccurate, otherwise, how could the ancients say that the sky is unpredictable, so, students, your blessings and misfortunes will start from now on, starting from learning mathematics well."

"Okay, now, open the book, and let's move on to the collection. This collection is not that difficult, but it will also be used in ordinary life, so if you learn it well, when you go out of society in the future, you will know that things gather by like, people by groups, and the collection is a manifestation of this sentence. ”

So, in the combination of social practice and the content of the collection explained by Mr. Xie, this math lesson passed when the students' minds were still stunned just now.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" The bell rings at the end of class.

"Okay, that's all for today's lesson, next class, we're going to talk about the next part, students preview it first. Class. ”

After speaking, Teacher Xie waved his hand and walked out of the classroom.

"I'm scared to death, it's just raining, thunder, look at the weather, it's dark and oppressive."

"No, I thought something big was going to happen."

During the recess, the students seemed to be still apprehensive about the sudden rainstorm and thunder just now, and they gathered in groups and talked in low voices.

"Brother adulterer, brother adulterer?" Behind him, Wang Ziming's voice came.

"Huh? What's wrong? An Yi, who was lying on the table, heard Wang Ziming's voice, got up, and turned his head to look.

"What's wrong with you? Scared by thunder? Wang Ziming looked at An Yi and seemed to be in a state of desperation, and asked.

"Nope." An easy perfunctory sentence.

"I said, do you have any feelings, in fact, the thunder just now, it doesn't look like someone is casting the true skill of the Divine Sword and Thunder?" Wang Ziming was on a whim, and he didn't pay too much attention to his comfortable look, and said excitedly.

"Really? I don't feel it. An Yi said perfunctory again, "Boss, I'm a little tired, take a break, and I'll talk about it later." After speaking, An Yi turned his head, lay on the table, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Qingluo, are you okay?" In his heart, a comfortable voice sounded slowly.

"It's okay, you can recover after two days of rest." Qingluo's voice responded faintly.

"Don't you think that the few earth-level ghost kings and monsters that have crossed over now are very wrong?" An Yi had doubts in his heart and asked.

"It's really wrong."

"Up to now, the cross-border Ground Rank Ghost King has only killed a guy named the Poison Immortal King, and the rest are all hidden in the real world, are they planning something?"

"I don't know, and I can't find their breath, so you might as well ask Daozang about this question." In his heart, Qingluo's suggestion sounded.

"Daozang." An Yi muttered under his breath, as if hesitating.

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