Wang Ziqiao took the other party's big handprint, he was already panting, sweating hotly, and he shook his eyes to look at the white-haired old man, who was still breezy and calm, which also made him feel pressured. Please remember the URL of this site: .

In fact, he didn't know that the white-haired old man was surprised, the big handprint just now consumed almost one-third of his true yuan, not to mention the seventh level, even the eighth level could be slapped to death with one palm, but Wang Ziqiao followed, and he also had some admiration for Wang Ziqiao.

But the more this is the case, the more he doesn't plan to let Wang Ziqiao leave, it is best to ask something from Wang Ziqiao's mouth, so he just gasped slightly, and after retracting the cane, there were words in his mouth, and the white cane suddenly turned into a small white dragon, and then quickly increased, reaching a length of 100 meters.

The white dragon stayed for a moment, the void swung its tail violently, stirring the sea of clouds, the four claws tore through the air, the sound was like thunder, the body was like electricity, and the rapid Prince Qiao rushed over, and the bloody mouth opened, as if to swallow the prince Qiao in his abdomen.

As soon as Wang Ziqiao saw the white dragon attacking, he knew that he couldn't hide today, his silver hair was windless and automatic, standing on top of the tumbling transport, his mouth kept spitting out spells, and the brilliance in the magic wand bloomed, all of which were conveyed to Prince Qiao himself.

"The ultimate magic tornado!" As Wang Ziqiao spit out the last words, a hurricane suddenly appeared in the area of more than ten meters in front of him, rotating rapidly, faster and faster, and instantly soared to a length of 100 meters, not standing up and down, but balancing the ground, like a wind dragon, stirring the sea of clouds, forming a thick high-altitude sea fog, and colliding with the white dragon.

When the two powerhouses met, the sound of shattering was piercing, and after the white dragon was bound by the tornado, he desperately shook his head and tail, trying to tear the tornado apart and escape from the sea of clouds.

However, Wang Ziqiao has already merged his two souls, and all his spiritual power has been blessed on the tornado.

The tornado, which has exceeded the ability of Wang Ziqiao, belongs to the ultimate magic, which can only be released by a great magician, but Wang Ziqiao is only the primary realm of a high-level magician, and the difficulty can be imagined.

The rapidly spinning tornado, as if his mental power was also spinning rapidly, made him dizzy and his brain ached.

And this is just a small tornado, if it is a large and medium-sized tornado with a diameter of hundreds of miles or tens of miles, it has the power to destroy the world and destroy the world, and Wang Ziqiao will be even more uncontrollable.

"Master, I wish you a helping hand!" Junko Matsubara also shouted, and his ten fingers fluctuated, and a hurricane appeared, surrounding the tornado, and accelerating the rotational speed of the tornado, stirring the heavens and the earth, and pulling mountains and seas.

The bound white dragon finally couldn't hold on anymore, and in desperation, it spun with the tornado, and its size became smaller and smaller.

When the white-haired old man saw this, his expression was shocked, this white dragon had consumed seven or eight tenths of the true yuan in his body, seeing that he could not compete with the tornado, he was also very anxious, knowing that the Dao could no longer keep his hand, he beat out all the true yuan, forming a beam of white light, which was injected into the white dragon's body.

The white dragon suddenly expanded, roared, and its four claws desperately tore through the air, forming countless vacuum edges, and it was about to tear the tornado apart.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao suddenly threw out an object and spat out a word: "Go!" ”

The ghost slave Takeda Chang appeared, he had reached the seventh-level ghost king level, and after receiving the order of Prince Qiao, he turned into a jade body, stepped on the black cloud, like an arrow, and flew towards the old man, and the black gas spread, shaped like an octopus tentacle, and slammed the old man.

Seeing this, the old man's face flushed, and he burst into shouts: "Demon, look for death!" ”

He didn't care about mobilizing the white dragon, raised his hand and struck at the ghost slave with a handprint.

It's just that at this time, the true element in his body is almost exhausted, and the handprint is not as strong as before, the ghost slave Takeda Chang used death qi, and actually took it hard, and continued to attack desperately.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao was already drowsy, and he used magic at a higher level, like a pumping machine, frantically pumping his spiritual power, and in the blink of an eye, his spiritual power was exhausted, not only that, but even the distraction in the magic wand was almost unbearable.

"No, I can't sleep!" Wang Ziqiao gritted his teeth violently, used the pain to stimulate his potential, and burst out again: "Tight! ”

The tornado, which was 100 meters long and 20 meters in diameter, suddenly tightened, and the wind element strangled together, forcing the white dragon's volume to shrink rapidly.

"Throw me over!" Prince Joe said a word to Junko Matsubara.

"Master?" Junko Matsubara was puzzled, she could already see that Prince Qiao was about to be unable to hold on.

"Hurry up!" Prince Qiao Li shouted.

Junko Matsubara was helpless, grabbed Wang Ziqiao's arm, and threw it forward.

Wang Ziqiao's figure flew forward quickly, came to the position of the dragon's tail, grabbed the dragon's tail, and roared again: "Close!" ”

The spatial ring on his finger suddenly shone brightly, enveloping the small dragon that had shrunk by only about ten meters.

The next moment, the little dragon suddenly disappeared.

But Wang Ziqiao waved his hands, dragged the tornado, and rushed towards the white-haired old man, and before he had time to see the result, he shouted again: "Go!" ”

The ghost slave Takeda Masa, who had a heart-to-heart connection with him, hurried back, hugged the falling prince Qiao, followed by a strong wind encompassing them, and Junko Matsubara led them to flee quickly into the distance.

The white-haired old man wanted to chase after him, but found that the hurricane was rushing towards him, and hurriedly fell and fled, but he was also at the end of his rope, and the tornado at this time was out of control, stirring the clouds, emitting a huge suction, devouring everything, forcing the white-haired old man to fly upside down and sink into the tornado.

In a moment, the old man, who had already lost his true essence, was dizzy, followed the tornado, fell into the void, and crashed into a clearing below......

As for whether the old man is alive or dead, Prince Qiao does not know, at this time, he is completely unconscious, cold sweat flows, although he is asleep, but there is a thousand pains in his expression, as if he is having a nightmare.

Seeing this, Junko Matsubara was distressed, and took him to fly hundreds of miles before landing in a valley in the northern mountain range of Taihang Mountain.

As for the frozen Gu Qiusheng, he has been frozen by the cold air and handed over to the ghost slave Takeda Chang, let him guard it, and keep a guard on the top of the mountain.

Junko Matsubara let Prince Qiao snuggle up in her arms, the back of her head rested on her plump breasts, and called softly, "Master? Master? ”

Wang Ziqiao opened his eyes gently, and had a splitting headache, which was the sequelae of excessive mental power consumption, and he didn't dare to rest, but meditated on the spot, trying to enter a meditative state.

However, the brain was extremely painful, and the soul seemed to be uncontrollable, and it was impossible to enter meditation.

Seeing Prince Qiao's painful expression, Junko Matsubara frowned and said, "Master, I will send you some of the true yuan in your body, so that you can recover faster!" ”

While speaking, Junko Matsubara's hand on Wang Ziqiao's back has also begun to convey the true yuan, and her true yuan has something in common with the magic power in Wang Ziqiao's body, because the two have undergone many double cultivations, and the internal force can be transferred to each other.

Wang Ziqiao's body magic power is like spiritual power, it has long been consumed, a large amount of true yuan into the body, with the operation of Wang Ziqiao's internal exercises, it gradually becomes his magic power, and his soul is nourished, and it is no longer as painful as it was at the beginning.

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