"Which of them will win?"

Feng Xinya nodded at Feng Nanxi's heart, "I'm not a god, they just fought each other, how can I see the victory and defeat so quickly." ”

An Ding's furrowed brow was lowered.

After listening to an ear of nonsense, he can always see a different world.

He knows too little about the supernatural, and if he is directly confronted, he will only be abused. Being able to watch two Adepts fight each other will allow him to understand the physical indicators of the Adepts after using them, and at least have a bottom on them.

Jiang Haojie has done a lot of work on the surface, but he has never been a gentleman. The descendants of the plague god are like their ancestors, and there is no limit to what they can do.

Kicking away the Lantern Festival mercilessly, Jiang Haojie released the plague curse that had been secretly prepared for a long time, and the aura shrouded the range of Shuji Qiao Yi and Stability.

The plants and trees withered, and the living life seemed to melt like ice and snow, and it was a dead silence.

An Ding's forehead was blackened, and his spirit was instantly sluggish, like a centenarian, walking on the edge of life and death.

"Yaya, what kind of means is this?" Feng Nanxi said with difficulty as his throat rolled.

"It's a bit like dead air, but it's very different from dead air. Stability seems to have been cursed. Feng Xinya was also suspicious.

Each ancient god has his own special means, and because of this, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and what has been handed down is mostly the essence.

Fengxin knows that Jiang Haojie is not a good person, but he doesn't know his identity.

"Take a closer look! "There is more knowledge in inheritance, and there is a lot of practical experience, but it is not applicable to the present.

Shuji's face is not good, Jiang Haojie is a fickle villain, and arguing with him not only surrenders his identity, but also gives him an opportunity.

"Shameless villain, sneak attack on mortals without spiritual power. ”

Shu Ji's hand was raised, and the infinite fire burst out all over his body, and it fell on Anding's body.

A burning "crackling" sound can be heard in the air.

Secretly said a pity, Jiang Haojie took three steps back, the Infinite Fire was able to restrain his plague curse, this sneak attack failed to hurt Shuji, and it only had a half-effect on a useless mortal, wasting his thoughts.

Jiang Haojie ignored Shu Ji and attacked again, and the spiritual power of his fingertips with a little black light hit Shu Ji directly.

Shuji is one of the four great divine beasts of the ancients, even after so many years, her strength is still not to be underestimated, and she has to go all out now.

One day, he will have collected all the spiritual power of Nuwa's inheritors, and who else in the modern world will be his opponent.

Shuji was not careless, and the Infinite Fire turned its own plague curse into ashes, and also relieved the crisis of stability by the way.

Jiang Haojie's second wave of plague curse only arrived in front of Shuji's eyes, and he was wrapped in the infinite fire, and followed Jiang Haojie's consciousness and fought back strongly.

Jiang Haojie's pupils shrank, his hands went up and down, and with Tai Chi as a rotation, the spiritual light surged, inhaling all the infinite fire.

Shuji snorted coldly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he gently spit out a word: "Burst!"

Jiang Haojie's men paused, hurriedly retreated, and pulled the Lantern Festival, which was not far away, in front of him.

The round ball of spiritual power light flickered and flickered, and it jumped twice in the direction of Jiang Haojie like a life, and exploded with a "boom".

The infinite fire spread out with the curse of the plague god.

The first to bear the brunt is the Lantern Festival that was used as a shield by Jiang Haojie.

The explosive mixed spiritual power fragments invaded Lantern Xiao's body without hindrance, if it was a bullet, it would be a thousand holes that could be seen, and the mixed spiritual power was more lethal than the bullet.

The Lantern Festival instantly withered, and the pupils lost color......