Boom! Boom!

Two huge figures, one white and one yellow, fought frantically together, and each collision between fists and feet could burst into white waves of air and yellow sand, making the earthquake tremble.

The white mist of wine on the field was already extremely rich - no, it could not be regarded as white fog, but a "haze" full of gravel, and the visibility was not even a few feet, and those people and monks who were hiding far away could not see anything clearly, they could only see the milky yellow haze rolling violently, and listen to the sound of explosion.

If someone has a "spiritual power night vision device" or something, they can take a rough look at the fierce battle that took place in the dense fog - the humanoid "Bacchus" in it has shrunk a lot in size compared to when it first appeared, and the big spleen and wine belly are gone, and the height is less than seven meters.

And when the fight started, Zhao Li, the big demon king of Roshan who was as big as the god of wine, was a little bigger, although it was still the shape of the "mosquito frog", but under the advantages of the other, the body size of the god of wine was already a 1:2 comparison.

Zhao Li was once again beaten into sand by the Bacchus palm, shattering and falling, but the next moment, the flesh on Zhao Li's body surged, and a whole brand-new, or even thicker arm stretched out.

Zhao Li shook his brand-new arm - strictly speaking, his whole person was "brand new", and almost every part was blasted into dust by the drunken sword immortal's bacchus.

"Your wine is poisonous!"

Zhao Li fearlessly bullied himself, with a street brawl style of exchanging injuries for injuries and not wanting my life.

Originally, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly - but the other party's white strong liquor was poisonous, and he only sucked a few dozen mouthfuls, almost a few tons, and the whole person was so weak that even his head was a little dizzy.

In fact, Zhao Li misunderstood the Drunken Sword Immortal, a master at the level of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and a Xianmen Shushan from a famous family, did not disdain to use the small means of "poisoning" at all.

Zhao Li will feel weak and dizzy, in fact, it is not that the alcohol is poisonous, but that he is a little drunk!

Although it is a bit incredible to say that Zhao Li's current physique will also be "drunk", but this is the only explanation - the mellow wine-flavored white gas inhaled by Zhao Li is not an ordinary spiritual power, but a unique creation of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and the "highly concentrated drunken aura" that will only be produced when the "Dionysian Mantra" is cast, if it is analyzed according to purity, I am afraid that it is much purer than 99% degree industrial alcohol, and under the amplitude of spiritual power, the effectiveness will be greatly improved.

Here is an extra sentence, some of the people in the rivers and lakes who were watching from afar, and even cultivators, had many of them slightly inhaled a few mouthfuls of the white mist that drifted over, and they fell to the ground drunk and fell asleep.

Zhao Li inhaled several tons of "highly concentrated drunken aura", and it was already quite remarkable that he could not lie down and insist on fighting against the "Bacchus".

But no matter how fierce the fight is, victory will inevitably belong to him.

Just like the tank war between Germany and Lao Maozi in World War II, although Germany's tanks are quite advanced and elite, one can beat several Maozi, and the exchange ratio on the battlefield is extremely beautiful, but after all, the number is limited, and it can't stand Lao Maozi's assembly line tractor tank sea tactics.

The situation is similar right now.

Although the "Bacchus" form of the Drunken Sword Immortal has extremely high quality spiritual power, and every time he makes a move, he can break Zhao Li's muscles and bones and open his skin, but he can't stand Zhao Li's recovery power is almost endless - even if his head and heart are blown out, it is also a blink of an eye to recover, and even the "NDE Experience Medal" has not been activated!

That's right, gnaw off the "Earth Spirit Bead", and the "Earth Spirit Body" obtained is so domineering, as long as his feet are firmly rooted in the earth, Zhao Li will be invincible, and he has the confidence to use ten, hundred, or even thousand times the spiritual power to fight with the other party.

Up to now, the spiritual power in the form of "Dionysus" has finally been unsustainable, and the movements of the drunken sword fairy have finally slowed down, and the drunken Zhao Li seized the opportunity, opened his mouth again, and pounced.

It's not a joke to pounce this time - Zhao Li's body size is already twice as big as that of "Bacchus", and his entire chest and abdomen are mouths, which is the rhythm of swallowing in one bite.

"Drunk the world!"

Facing the bloody mouth full of spiral sawtooth, the drunken sword fairy did not hide anymore, but raised his hands, only to see that the entire body of the "Bacchus" began to expand as if it had blown out, and the spiritual power that built the body violently became chaotic...

This is the most powerful move of the "Dionysian Curse", and it is also the last move...

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Rumble!!!

A loud bang came from the yellow haze.

Immediately afterward, a shock wave swept in, pushing the thick haze like ocean waves, fiercely pushing around.

In the midst of the haze, there is a thick gravel - strictly speaking, this is a sudden sandstorm shock wave -

The strong sandstorm shock wave swept over an area of at least thousands of zhang, and even those people and cultivators who were hiding far away were blown over a few times under this blow, and finally covered with a layer of sand.

Farther away, Good Luck escaped the flowers and trees that were buried by the gravel, and under the shock wave, they were also uprooted, blown down and broken.

Even on the head of Changping City, after the earthquake, several flags that survived the catastrophe were blown away one after another.

It took a while for everything to calm down.

Luo Jianye, the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, who had been buried by the yellow sand for most of his body, secretly raised his head from the gravel together with the monks who were blown away and embarrassed by the embarrassment on the side.

As far as the eye can see, there is yellow sand and dust all around.

In the distance, the thick haze that enveloped the battlefield had been blown away.

In the middle of a deserted battlefield.

A tall, bald man dressed in white was standing in the middle.

Even though they were far away, Luo Jianye also saw the bald man with the word "love" on his forehead.

The bald man was holding one arm aloft.

In his hand, he held a figure still struggling and wearing a tattered robe.

The bald man was none other than Zhao Li, and he held him up in the air by the neck... It's the Drunken Sword Immortal!

"You lost. ”

Zhao Li said lightly to the drunken sword fairy, he habitually wanted to touch his hair, but he started with a slippery bald head, and his tone couldn't help but become a little sluggish.

In today's war, there are poems that sigh:

Wangshu Mountain,

hesitation,

Sad hair and skin meridians,

The hair is full of green silk and made of soil.

Win, bald bitter, lose, bald bitter!

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emmm, solicit everyone's opinions, if you have two more, do you think it's better to be earlier and later, or is it better to send them together?