This one will defeat an angel in the middle string realm!

If a person wants to be psychic, he must pass the three strings. It is divided into upper string, middle string, and lower string. Angels are born in the string realm, others need to cultivate for many years, and this angel is about twenty years old, and he has reached the middle string, even if he is placed in the outside world.

And it was unbelievable that this equally young earth native in front of him could cultivate to this realm on such a planet that had no aura at all.

However, the fact was that the young man in white in front of him had defeated one of them so easily.

It would be ridiculous if the three of them thought that there was no one on Earth to cultivate.

The angel lying on the ground, his face was hot, and he couldn't speak for a long time, and this hot feeling didn't just stem from the red slap print on his face.

It was even more because of Wu Xi's strength that he slapped them in the face, just now he was still high and looked down on the man in front of him, but now he is on the ground.

"This person is strange, maybe he is not from this planet, this planet does not have the slightest aura, it is impossible for him to cultivate. The sweet-looking angel in the middle whispered to the plump short-haired angel.

They all put away their smiles and waited for them.

The angel with a cold temperament on the ground also stood up, although Wu Xi's slap did cause her a lot of damage, she did not completely lose her combat effectiveness.

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, she flew back into the air, standing side by side with her two sisters.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you in our way?" The angel in the middle said, she looked at Wu Xi who was holding a steel bar, ready for a big battle.

"Guess?" Wu Xi knocked the steel bar on the ground, sneezed, and said in a long procrastinating voice, "I would have let you go up together, but you didn't get up, and you had to be beaten by one of them to get on it." ”

"Hmph! I just didn't pay attention just now, let's go head-to-head again, we don't want to take advantage of you, to bully more and less. The slap marks on the face of the cold angel were very conspicuous, and she wanted to beat Wu Xi into a muggle with her own hands, and then carve a cheap word on his forehead.

Wu Xina's expression was calm and confident, he had been staring at the three angels before, but now he was looking into the distance with a disdainful attitude.

The two big men who had been kneeling on the ground, seeing Wu Xi so strong, knocked down an angel on the opposite side with one move.

At this time, they felt that Wu Xi was unfathomable, as long as they followed Wu Xi in the future and recognized him as the eldest brother, they would not need to worry about being afraid and be forced to do coolies in the future.

"This guy must not be an ordinary person!" whispered the bald tattooed man in the ear of another man with thick hair and a stubble face.

The bearded man covered his mouth and smiled secretly, and he also whispered in the bald man's ear: "Brother Qiang, if he can really defeat these three angels, we will be able to escape from here and be completely free, and from now on the sky will be high and let the birds fly, just in this troubled world, we will no longer have to be seen by the world......"

After a few words, the bearded man's face turned red.

They stood up, and one of them, the bald tattooed man, pointed at the angel and shouted: "A few girls, come down and die, this is the ancient patron saint of our earth, the free man, you provoke him, even if there are a hundred, you will be finished." ”

"What nonsense are the two mentally retarded? Wu Xi was a little annoyed when he heard their voices, didn't this add fuel to the fire.

In fact, Wu Xi didn't want to hit three, although his full slap just now hurt the other side, but the other side is still flying into the air alive.

He also knew in his heart that the strength of these angels should be about the same as his own, and he could barely cope with one dozen and one, and he couldn't estimate that he could do more than a dozen.

Although Wu Xi was calm and confident, he was actually panicked in his heart, he just pretended to be a master of the world, purely pretending to be thirteen.

This is a kind of agitation method, he called the other side to go together, in fact, the implication is to let them fight with him, don't be stinky and shameless.

However, as soon as these two pig-like teammates say this, the three opposite sides will definitely beat him up.

Wu Xi originally wanted to defeat them all, and then slip away, and by the way, take these two undisciplined ones on the ground.

It's good now, I have to fight three times, I say one dozen hundred, and I have a very good title, I can't be scared, so I can only come hard.

At this time, a long sword intertwined with black and white appeared out of thin air in the hands of each of the three angels, and the sword was also densely covered with a faint golden light.

The three angels stood in the air, their faces expressionless, their breath soaring, condescending, like gods looking down on all beings.

A sword crisscrosses the mortal world, just like the god of destruction in the world.

This breath was completely different from what it had just been.

Wu Xi had a headache, these three angels became serious, and their momentum was really a little domineering.

But since the thirteen are all pretended, I have to fight them to the end.

"Come on, bells and whistles, I'll use this steel bar to teach you how to be a man. Wu Xi stood on the spot holding the rusty steel bar, as if he was holding some rare treasure.

The three angels were still expressionless, and they only moved in an instant, leaving an afterimage in their place, divided into three directions, and the target was directly on the top of Wu Xi's head.

Wu Xi's reaction was not slow, and at that moment, he reacted, dodged two swords, and hit the other sword with a steel bar.

In the next moment, there was a "ding" sound.

Wu Xi has eaten snow lotus since he was a child, drank ice dew, has an excellent physique, and his strength is very great, so at the moment when the sword collided with the steel bar, he knocked the short-haired angel a few meters away, and the corners of Wu Xi's mouth rose slightly, a little proud.

"Humph!" The short-haired angel also had a faint smile on his face.

Wu Xi noticed her expression, a little puzzled, obviously she had an advantage, what was she laughing at.

Only then did he realize that the steel bars in his hands were slowly dissolving, turning into drops of molten iron and dripping on the ground.

He quickly let go of his hand, the temperature was too high, a thousand degrees, even if he had a strong physique, he would be burned.

Although the other two angels stabbed the air with a sword, they moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they swung their swords and stabbed towards Wu Xi.

Seeing that the sword was about to stab, Wu Xi's pupils dilated rapidly, and at that moment, he felt the threat of death, this angelic sword was extremely sharp, and it carried an extremely high temperature.

If only one sword stabs itself, it is most likely dangerous, let alone two swords.

Fortunately, Wu Xi's reaction and speed are quite fast, especially at the moment of life and death, and his potential is also more stimulated.

He immediately threw his head up, fell backwards, and fell to the ground, his body slashing forward on the ground, and passed directly under the sweet-looking angel's skirt.

Wu Xi was in a hurry to dodge the two swords, but he didn't think about it, even if he crossed under the sweet-looking angel's skirt, he didn't pay attention to the scenery under the skirt at all.

He stood up immediately after passing through, slapped the sweet-looking angel's plump and full buttocks, and scolded: "So ruthless, you guys directly killed?"

Wu Xi's hands were very heavy, and his hands hurt a little, his physical fitness was completely stronger than any of the three angels, and you can imagine the feeling of that part of the sweet angel.

Her face was flushed, the pain in her buttocks had been ignored, and she only felt the hot pain on her face, which was a humiliation to her.

The angel's buttocks can't be touched, let alone being ......

She was no longer expressionless, anger was written all over her blown-up face, and her brow was furrowed, almost wrinkled to the sky.