The blue wolf's pupils also dilated slightly, but Xiong Da's face was as usual, he had experienced many battles, and his mind was much stronger than that of an earth emperor like the blue wolf.

When Carl was levitating in the sky, the blue wolf gradually became energetic, and felt extremely embarrassed, and the rich murderous intent climbed up to the fierce pupils, looking at Carl with fierce eyes.

Even if he is going to the battlefield, he will always be the king of this planet, and whoever dares to provoke the majesty of the king can only atone for his sins with blood.

Nangong Fan just leisurely fed the few tiny spirit fruits into his mouth.

The blue wolf moved.

The blue wolf standing in mid-air turned into a phantom, invisible wind and waves, and the blue wolf disappeared, but it seemed to be everywhere.

"Stupid. The corners of Carl's mouth made a beautiful arc upwards, and although this speed was amazing, it was completely invisible under the shroud of his divine power.

Nangong Fan, who is half-hanging, can vaguely find the trace of the blue wolf with full speed, not to mention him as a divine cultivator?

Carl didn't move, but his pupils deepened, and the swirls under his eyes spun more quickly.

"Get out. Carl spat out softly.

The voice of the blue wolf appeared behind Karl, and the green light on the bone sword flickered, and the fierce and fierce aura drew a slender black line in mid-air.

"Beautiful!" Nangong Fan threw a few spirit fruits into his mouth, sat on the bench and clapped his hands, and his indistinct voice sounded almost at the same time as Carl's voice.

The bone sword slashed down, but without the slightest sound, a sword mercilessly slashed Carl in front of it.

Karl's figure turned into countless pieces fluttering in the wind.

The joy in the wolf's eyes had not yet dissipated, looking at the void without a trace of blood, and before he could react, a white finger tapped his eyebrows.

The sword that is determined to be won is cut away!

Carl's fingers were so thin that they didn't seem to have any strength.

But this weak finger, in the eyes of the blue wolf, was heavier than the feeling of death brought by the desperate fight with the demon beast when he was weaker.

The old force is gone, and the new force is not born.

The crisis of life and death permeated the whole body, and the blue wolf even felt that he was a good man again after the so-called eighteen years, and that good man would also be destroyed under this finger.

It's a finger to the soul.

The blue wolf's face was silent, he had experienced a lot of strong winds and waves, what battle had he never seen?

This is also the biggest difference between the human race and the orc race in this world.

Every strong man of the orc race has experienced a hundred battles and has fought countless times to the death, and the human race has a legend, and he has not even seen blood a few times, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

The blue light under the wolf's eyes flickered, and the wind suddenly rose!

There was a hint of ridicule on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, even if he escaped the mortal blow this time, he would be peeled off a layer of skin, and the victory or defeat had been decided!

Nangong Fan slowly straightened up and lazily rose to a lazy waist.

An explosion sounded at the soles of his feet, and the stool was torn apart, and the sharp earth vertebrae exuded a cold glow, piercing his languid posture.

Nangong Fan's body moved slightly, jumped to the side, and shouted in his mouth, "Hey, isn't it good to watch the show with peace of mind?

"Lowly Terrans. Xiong Er's figure appeared where Nangong Fan had just stood, and his huge fist was slowly withdrawn.

A straight line spread wildly through the void, and the railing at the edge of the square let out a roar and exploded.

Nangong Fan had a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the steel torrent that was slowly approaching at a certain frequency, and couldn't help but have a headache, this steel torrent was much more difficult to solve in his eyes than Xiong Er's stupid guy.

Xiong Er roared, and Nangong Fan's constantly flickering body paused slightly.

The exaggerated bulge of muscles on Xiong Er's body was just a step out, as if the ground was bent, and a step appeared in front of Nangong Fan's eyes, and the huge fist hit Nangong Fan's body.

The looseness in Nangong Fan's eyes all disappeared, and his delicate face had a faint layer of black, this black did not have an awe-inspiring momentum, but had a sense of sacredness.

This divine breath, just as soon as it appeared, the torrent of steel stagnated slightly, and they who did not come to be resolute, and a trace of fear crept up uncontrollably in their eyes.

If it weren't for good self-control, they suspected that they would wet their crotch and then flood the gold mountain to break the enemy.

The indomitable momentum vanished, and only relied on excellent discipline to overcome the fear in his heart, and continued to move, but there was no longer the feeling of a torrent of steel.

Xiong Er's fist slammed into the sky, and a haze rose in his heart, if it weren't for the spiritual consciousness that had been generated, he suspected that he would be more unbearable than the soldiers under his hands.

His bloodline, which can be ranked as the number one in the Tianniu lineage, was actually suppressed?

This is the treatment he had received from his enemies before.

There was a hint of ridicule on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, "It's not a good habit to wander away in battle!"

A punch wrapped in cyan and black, smashed straight into Xiong Er's broad face, but it felt like it hit a stone.

Oh my boy, this cheeky guy is so thick-skinned!

Xiong Er only felt a huge force spread in his face with warmth, and the whole person smashed into the array holding the spear like a cannonball.

Xiong Er's ruddy face had a black fist print, and he didn't know it.

Nangong Fan inexplicably felt that such Xiong Er was a bit cute, at least much more pleasing to the eye than the fierce and vicious appearance just now.

I don't know if Xiong Er heard Nangong Fan's emotion, if he was not too seriously injured, would he vomit blood and die?

Nangong Fan faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, and according to the heart of resisting the pursuit of the situation, he couldn't help but stand in place and look around.

Where does the sense of danger come from?

Nangong Fan stared at Xiong Er.

Xiong Er's upside-down figure stopped strangely in front of the spear array, and hundreds of people were in a mess because of Nangong Fan's sudden burst of dragon might, but they were still in an instant, as if their panic just now was just Nangong Fan's illusion.

They raised their spears in their hands in unison, and the tip of the spear was pointed directly at Nangong Fan.

Colorful attributes flickered, and with invisible coercion, they condensed in the air into a mighty spear that intended to pierce the sky.

The spear was like a dragon, and it was held in Xiong Eryi's hand.

At this time, the spear array, because of Xiong Er's arrival, seemed to have a soul, and everything about them became a part of Xiong Er's body.

The awe-inspiring momentum rushed straight towards Nangong Fan, the illusory big gun that was frozen in the air did not move, and the black light that permeated the body showed the terrifying power to the fullest, making Nangong Fan feel cold.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth couldn't help twitching, this Nima, this stupid Xiong Er, is still a good hand at leading troops to fight?

It can condense the spirit of the army for its own use, although it is not as terrifying as the battle array, which makes everyone add and merge into one, but it also makes Xiong Er's strength soar, which is very different from just now.

Nangong Fan looked at Xiong Er and his doglegs slightly, trying to find a breakthrough point.

Looking at the vigorous momentum, Nangong Fan understood that if he wanted to fight hard, he would really live too long, and he was looking for death in a fancy way.

Xiong Er's eyes were full of blood, and his body was filled with a violent atmosphere, sweeping the wind and waves, without extra fancy, a shot was directly stabbed at Nangong Fan, and the black guns flew indiscriminately, and his eyes became a little blurred.

The whole space felt like it was going to be stabbed under this shot.

Nangong Fan was like a monkey, always jumping up at least when the spear arrived, dodging all the attacks that came.

But this violent attack, even if it didn't hit the ground, made Nangong Fan's body slowly climb on top of many blood marks.

Nangong Fan didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and was engrossed in dealing with this gun shadow that was enough to destroy the world, if it was real, he would have to go and exchange his life with the old man of Hades.

Fortunately, this power did make him unable to withstand a single blow, but it was too cumbersome, and it was not difficult to escape if he was bent on escaping.

......

The blue wolf tried his best to move his head out of Karl's fingers.

At that moment, the blue wolf felt like he was already a corpse.

The finger with a little wind sound, like the anger of God, made him feel unavoidable.

The mind was suddenly brought closer and farther away, and the mind was buzzing, and the eyes could not leave the fingertips that were getting closer and closer.

His eyes were struggling and furious, but his body was not listening to orders.

The moment his fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows, he could feel Karl Guanghua's skin, and there was a roar in his head.

He felt the faint sound of the wind around him resounding in a messy but orderly manner, reflected in his mind.

He could follow the winds to any place, and as soon as the thought struck, he disappeared strangely in place.

He did, he avoided it!

The wind seemed to cheer in his ears, as if to welcome the arrival of the king.

He felt a slight pain in his right shoulder, and he stood behind Carl, trying to raise his right arm, but his right arm refused to listen.

Gradually, I couldn't feel the pain in my right arm, the tenacity of the past, and the explosive power unique to the body cultivation.

It's as if he doesn't have his right arm.

The blue wolf lowered his head slightly, and there was a gradual white dent on his shoulder, even if he escaped the mortal blow, he still left a little mark under that finger after all.

The blue wolf couldn't feel the breath of his right hand, and couldn't help but be a little afraid, this finger was really on the center of his eyebrows, he was already a corpse at this time, right?

I didn't expect this Carl, who has always been inconspicuous, to be so strong.

Carl showed a trace of regret in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hung with ridicule, as if he wanted to vent all his ten years of forbearance, "You have stepped on my head for so many years, I thought you were quite strong?"

The blue wolf glanced back at Carl deeply, grinning with resentment.

With one step, his right arm separated from his body, and he didn't care, as if it was his broken right arm, it turned into a wind and disappeared in place, disappearing into the sky.

The blue wolf ran, leaving his right arm, and ran. I didn't say hello and ran away.

Karl was slightly stunned, although he was talking and mocking just now, he was also arousing the anger of the blue wolf, hoping that he would stay and fight to the death, and he faintly felt that the blue wolf had broken through again. But as long as he was given another twenty seconds, no, only ten seconds, he was sure that he would truly spare the life of the blue wolf, irrigating this fertile land watered by the blood of the human race.

Carl thought that the blue wolf was full of self-confidence, and made a move to fight him to the death, and waited intently, but he couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw the blue wolf blinking.

A legend of the wind attribute who desperately escaped, it is impossible for him to catch up with him anymore.

Nangong Fan, who remained in a state of enchantment, ran away, and most of the bears couldn't stop him, let alone the blue wolf?

Carl looked at Nangong Fan, who was jumping up and down, and a comfortable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

You kid also have today?

But now the two of them are grasshoppers on a rope, and Carl is not as free as Nangong Fan, and will do such evil deeds as eating melons and watching plays, and making ridiculous remarks.

The black light under his eyes flashed, and Carl's face couldn't help but look that the divine power he was proud of was useless!

It was as if there was only one person in front of him, and he easily tore apart the divine power that he was about to invade.

Karl looked down at his soft white hands, then at the spear-wielding and heroic Xiong Er, and shook his head, in this case, he would only burst into the body of his hands and feet when his hands and feet touched the enemy.

And now, he had better honestly go and disrupt the other three phalanxes, lest one spear was not enough, and there were giant axes and broadswords, and he could only flee like a blue wolf.

As for Nangong Fan, look at his lively appearance, ask for more blessings!