Facing the tall fat man in front of him who suddenly had a big reversal on the boundary between friend and foe, Wang Soul didn't know what to do for a while. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If it weren't for the fact that Deng Zixuan was still at the bottleneck of the rushing realm, he would have been ready to try his skills a long time ago.

It's just that the transformation of the fat man now can also be said to be a good thing, at least there is no need to worry about Deng Zixuan being disturbed.

He simply teased the fat man perfunctorily, until the fat man became angry: "I said that I won't, if I know how to do it, won't I destroy you sooner?"

"Huh!" Wang Soul smiled indifferently before saying, "Actually, what we cultivate is just Qigong Mental Method."

"Qigong Mental Method? What is your name? Mine tyrant Mu Ran asked.

"No name."

"How can there be no name? As long as the system is located, then there should definitely be a name! ”

"But what we learn is not systematic."

The fat man's expression changed greatly, and his voice was much sharper: "Could it be that he created his own martial arts!?"

Wang Soul was a little proud, although he didn't think it was amazing, but their qi veins were really self-created.

plopped, the mine tyrant suddenly knelt on the ground: "The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!"

Wang Soul was startled, and said again and again: "Get up, what do you look like, aren't you ashamed?"

"If you don't promise me, I won't get up." The attitude of the mine is extremely resolute.

Wang Soul was helpless, he was not an indifferent person, when he saw the fat man so persistent, his heart suddenly softened, but he couldn't do it with this qi inheritance, so he had to say: "Look at that person over there, if you want to worship, go and worship him, I am also taught by him."

"...... like this" The mine tyrant got up as soon as he got up, and wanted to run to Deng Zixuan's side, but Wang Soul hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled it.

Mi Jiu's big man was actually stopped by his momentum, and was even mentioned in the air because of this, that scene was very funny.

"Wait, don't bother him!" Wang Soul drank lightly, and the fat man was immediately stunned by his mention, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the atmosphere suddenly became weird, and a faint smell of blood suddenly filled the air, and a cold and solemn feeling enveloped the two people present.

The two glanced at each other, but they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, because it was obviously not them who created this atmosphere.

They hurriedly looked around, Deng Zixuan over there was already about to reach the critical moment, his face turned bruised, and it was obvious that it was much more difficult to break through than Wang Soul.

At this moment, the sky suddenly fluttered, and pieces of black and messy feathers fell.

A crow torn in half then fell, and the smell of blood was obviously emitted by it.

Only then did the two of them see a figure clearly, the figure stood quietly in the air, although it did not speak, it was scattered with huge coercion.

The man was dressed in a leather bundle, with a tiger face mask on his head, and his hands hanging lightly, and Wang Soul could see clearly at this time, it turned out that the man was not floating in the air out of thin air, but a rope stretched under his feet that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the figure stood firmly on the rope.

Wang Soul sighed! It's still here after all.

He has communicated with Deng Zixuan, Deng Zixuan did not receive this task, and Ling Xia should not have it either, and the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles are only aimed at him and Xue Xichen.

It was also thanks to this that Deng Zixuan, who rushed through the customs over there, was able to survive.

The figure snorted coldly: "Let me confirm, is Your Excellency the Lover?"

Wang Soul was stunned for a moment, this voice was not like the tone of the NPC at all, could it be that he guessed wrong, and asked for a while: "Are you ......?"

"In Xia Xiangyun, ranked eighth among the thirteen eagles." The man was quite polite, but the atmosphere of slaughter was a little stronger.

It's a strange feeling, as if all of a sudden, all of a sudden, the body's functions are reduced, and the heart is filled with a sense of trepidation and uneasiness.

Wang Soul still wanted to speak, but the figure in the air suddenly snorted softly and fell slowly, and at this time, Wang Soul suddenly felt a pain in his arm, but he was stunned at a glance, and a thin thread like spider silk had penetrated his arm at some point.

In the next moment, there was a strong force on the thin line, and his person was suddenly pulled into the air, like a hooked fish being pulled out of the water by an angler.

Only then did he realize that the other end of the line was actually in the hand of the eighth eagle, and the other hand of the eighth eagle was holding a thin and wide sword, and his head was hitting the tip of the sword.

After this shock, Wang Soul had already burst out with all his strength, endured the pain, and kicked towards the eighth eagle with all his might.

A sharp force pierced the air, and the eighth eagle let out a slight "huh", and waved the sword in his hand, only to hear the ding. Qi and Jian Feng actually collided with the sound.

Wang Soul's blow worked, and he was overjoyed to take advantage of the gap between the two of them to get closer, reached out and grabbed it, and pinched each other's necks.

"Look for death!" The other party shouted violently, and the sword in his hand flashed in an instant, and he slashed down obliquely, and a slash slashed straight at the king's soul.

This sword came too fast, Wang Soul couldn't dodge it, and he was unarmed, seeing that this blow could no longer be dodged.

He had to gather all his qi and concentrate on the line where his body made contact with the blade, trying to resist the blade with his strength.

But when he heard the ding, even the eighth eagle was surprised that this sword did not cut through the body of the king soul.

It's just that the king's soul was slashed upside down by the power of this sword, but it was pulled by the spider silk thread.

Wang Soul gritted his teeth, kicked hard under his feet, and the thin thread that ran through his arm was suddenly torn out, but Wang Soul's arm had been pulled out of a hideous and terrifying scar.

At this time, there was already blood on his arm. Xue Xichen is right, after the condensation realm, the game becomes more and more realistic.

Wang Soul covered his wound with one hand and glared angrily at the Eighth Eagle that was gradually walking towards him.

The other party's strength had already surpassed his expectations, and it was obviously above the Condensation Realm, and this was only the Eighth Eagle!

Fortunately, the other party was only aimed at him, and he didn't even look at Mine Yiba and Deng Zixuan from beginning to end.

This also reassured her a lot, as soon as she died, the other party would obviously retreat, and the only thing that worried him was the mine tyrant who did not know the friend or foe.

"Where did you learn this? The strength is not bad. The eighth eagle said softly, but his subordinates were unambiguous, and the sword slashed towards the king's soul again.

Wang Soul had exhausted his whole body strength after resisting twice, and it was already embarrassing to dodge at this time, and he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, but he heard a clanging sound and opened his eyes, but it was the fat man who blocked the sword.

It's just that the sword is too sharp, and the knife in the fat man's hand can't resist it, and it becomes two sections.

And the fat man only had time to smile at the king's soul, and a little bloody sword tip appeared on his chest.

"Don't forget what you promised me!" With a desolate smile, Mine Yiba said to Wang Soul. (To be continued.) )