"Hit you?"

Mr. Rong squinted at the little black charcoal: "Burn in front of Lao Tzu and pretend to be pitiful, Lao Tzu has been chasing you for a few months, do you think you can hide if you take off your skin?" ”

The little black charcoal head was still walking crookedly towards Mr. Rong, crying out complainingly: "Uncle, uncle, you beat me!" ”

Although his voice at this time was full of resentment, it did not have the aggressiveness of before, no, not that it was not aggressive, but that kind of magic seemed to have shifted, and in a circle around Mr. Rong, the green grass that had just grown turned yellow, decayed to death again, and then bloomed green shoots again, and was reborn again.

This is two people fighting, and the competition is extremely fierce.

The oil ghost baby is the oil ghost baby, at this moment, it is worthy of the reputation of the three poisons in its circle, even if it is the strongest person in the entire circle, he does not dare to take it lightly when facing him, he is like a powerful source of pollution, which can make everything lose vitality and become lifeless.

And Mr. Rong is like a seeding machine at this time, injecting fresh vitality into this place again and again.

One is filled with resentment, the other exudes infinite vitality, and the fighting method of two people, one big and one small, has entered a stalemate in the blink of an eye.

Brother Ai is still holding the brush to support the battle axe of Xingtian, and this action has been stalemate for a long time.

I'm thinking that if this action is done by me, it is estimated that his arm would have been tired and broken, but he seems quite relaxed, but this skeleton frame of Xingtian is not a good bird, he is indeed depressed today, and he has been hit hard one after another, these people don't seem to take it seriously as an ancient demon god, and when one comes out, he dares to confront him, and when he comes out, he dares to reach out and abuse him, and if it is me, I am also aggrieved.

Therefore, Xingtian also began to slash wildly at this time, and he could only use this way to maintain his dignity.

The whole scene of the battle was fierce, Brother Ai and Mr. Rong appeared, we seemed to be a lot more relaxed, but there was no imaginary scene of ending the battle with a snap of the fingers, but a stalemate.

At this time, I knew that this Xingtian skeleton may not be so fierce, but this oil ghost baby is really powerful, because since he appeared, the whole scene has been a one-sided situation, until the arrival of Mr. Rong, at this time to maintain the balance, I have to admit that this oil ghost baby is far more powerful than I imagined.

I really feel very lucky, I can still be alive under the sound attack of this oil ghost baby several times, I glanced at the mutton fat jade on my chest, sure enough, people raise jade and jade raise people, without it, it is estimated that I would have been out of the world.

Looking at the battle in front of him, after Ai Ge used the Danqing pen to hold on a few times, the Xingtian began to slash around like a convulsion, he is not looking for Ai Ge now, or my father's target is chopping, he seems to be deliberately avoiding the two people, and constantly slashing around.

All of a sudden, the mountains cracked, the boulders rolled, and I felt like a lonely boat in the waves, blown away at any moment.

Fortunately, Yun Ruo was still by my side at this time, and she struggled to block the flying stone rain, even at the expense of her own body being repeatedly injured, to protect my safety.

At such a time, we can hardly estimate that everyone around us can survive, and the only purpose is to survive.

It's like a strong volcanic earthquake, and we are all small in the face of nature's miraculous capabilities.

"Xiao Rong, this old skeleton doesn't play with me."

Although Brother Ai's speed is very fast, but for some reason, he doesn't seem to dare to do his best, so he is a little timid to deal with the punishment.

Mr. Rong seemed to have entered a white-hot state with the little black charcoal, and as soon as Brother Ai asked, Mr. Rong shouted with some annoyance: "Let go of your hands and feet!" ”

Brother Ai looked a little distressed: "I'm afraid!" ”

"I'm afraid of a fart!"

Mr. Rong raised his head suddenly and looked up at the sky: "Sister Ai, help me!" ”

'Boom', accompanied by his shout, the sky turned over with bursts of thunder, as if it had triggered the thunder.

A large expanse of darkness was gone.

Instead, there was a sudden multicolored glow on the horizon, a colorful scene, as if a beautiful bird and beast had stretched out its wings and covered the sky above us.

Then a cold voice came from overhead: "Three minutes, I can't stop it for too long!" ”

Mr. Rong's face showed a little joy, and he said to his brother: "Shoot!" What are you waiting for? ”

Brother Ai was also happy, and smiled: "Xiaorong, you kid Yanfu is not shallow." ”

My father glared at him, "Lots of." ”

Brother Ai smiled, and suddenly became colorful, and the Danqing pen was a little between his eyebrows: "Yuanshen, now!" ”

'Boom'

The figure of a handsome man dressed in black, long hair and shawl suddenly appeared from behind him, the man's face was as white as jade, and the evil aura between his eyebrows and eyes was deceitful.

He holds the pen and dances ink in the air, the pen power is amazing, and the bearing is extraordinary.

With his movements, a large cloud of golden gas spread outward from his body.

It was no longer a cylindrical golden gas, but in patches, and the entire space was filled with this golden gas, as if it were powdery.

Those golden powders slowly rose, and from the ground to the zenith, they were filled with this aura, which looked noble and amazing.

The golden powder rose into the air and rushed to the colorful clouds, and then it stopped rising as if it was obscured by something.

The cold female voice above the zenith whispered again: "Mr. Mo, your strength has increased again, I'm afraid that next time, I won't be able to help you." ”

Brother Ai smiled: "This time is enough, I haven't done it for too long, and my body bones are about to rust, this time I have to be cool once." ”

The cold voice didn't talk nonsense to him anymore, but said lightly: "One and a half minutes, your strength has increased." ”

Brother Ai had a bitter face helplessly: "Don't bring this!" Alas, only a minute and a half, and enough. ”

Then the Danqing pen in his hand wiped it in the air, wiped off a piece of golden powder, and stroked it in the dark night sky: "The rivers and mountains are picturesque!" ”

For a moment, the entire sky changed in an instant, and a magnificent landscape painting was formed in the air.

The gold-dusted mountains, the night-smeared rivers, and the verdant woods, flowers, birds, insects and beasts seem to be painted within easy reach.

The mountain was as tall as a bamboo shoot, with strange rocks and a large crack running from the top to the bottom!

Isn't this the Fanjing Peak where we are at this time? R1148