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Zhao Chengfeng caught the body of the dry smoke Luo Guo falling away, he was very relaxed, he had spare strength, he felt extremely good, and he was still immersed in his own world, waiting for everyone's cheers, but when he saw this bald man who suddenly came out of the air talking about this threat, he was immediately a little unhappy, his face was solemn, and he frowned and said: "Who are you, dare to say such big words, and are not afraid of blinding your tongue?" ”

Black Magic Sand was also a little surprised, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said with a smile: "Then who are you?" ”

Zhao Chengfeng stepped forward, stood with a horizontal sword, and said proudly: "Disciple of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Zhao Chengfeng!" ”

Before that, Annan had always been our little brother, whether it was material assistance or imitation and learning, they were all in a good way and had a very close connection, so when they heard Zhao Chengfeng report to his home, that person could also understand, and he smiled strangely: "No wonder it's so crazy, it turns out that he is a high-ranking disciple under the state religion; That is, then let me black magic sand and appreciate your methods of Longhu Mountain! ”

Among the people who jumped out of this forest, although there was only one Zhao Chengfeng, but in the surrounding grass and dense forests, there were more than a dozen guys who were silent and knocked on the sticks, and they didn't know the origin, so the black magic sand shot extremely shocking, and as soon as he raised his palms, there was immediately a surge of wind and thunder, and the black fog was rolling.

The strength is not blown out, as soon as the expert makes a move, he knows if there is one, as soon as the posture of the black magic sand is put out, it really makes people panic, and when he recites his name, Zhao Chengfeng's face is directly green.

Who is Black Magic Sand?

That used to be the royal master of the Li Duan Guard Class, who could overwhelm the senior executives of the Northern Coordination Force, and dominate the heroes, if such a figure was Xu Laolai of the General Bureau, it would naturally be a good problem, and how could he Zhao Chengfeng, how could he dare to underestimate this giant?

As soon as the black magic sand came out, Zhao Chengfeng fell into a desperate situation, and he saw that he was about to die, but he was not reconciled, took out a talisman from his arms, and threw it forward.

This talisman is also powerful, and it doesn't take time to hold the spell at all, it turns into fire when it leaves his hand, and a fire curtain suddenly arises, and the flames are rolling.

Longhu Mountain also has the Fu Zheng Sect, and when he was alive, the elder Mochizuki Zhenren was also a generation.

This fire talisman ignited, instantly, but in the end it was still in the calculation of the black magic sand, I saw that before this person arrived at the fire curtain, his body shrank back, and the whole person was like a curled ball of meat, and then the front one, the whole person was catapulted into the sky.

The fire rune is strong, although the burning momentum is strong, but it is only two or three meters high, the black magic sand bomb is in the air, and it completely avoids the fire, and when it falls down, the body stretches, the head is on the ground and the feet are up, falling towards Zhao Chengfeng.

Yoga, falling to the ground.

Zhao Chengfeng had already put aside the dry smoke Luo pot, and at the moment he was also raising his sword and slashing forward with a sword.

This sword is fast and fast, full of the beauty of the combination of degrees and strength, and it is the means of his lifelong cultivation.

However, the black magic sand moved slightly sideways at the last moment, avoiding the past.

A master is a master, and the difference is a millimeter, and the error is a thousand miles.

The black magic sand stepped sideways from the sharp sword, and slapped a palm towards Zhao Chengfeng, this palm was struck, obviously using a secret method, the surrounding air was squeezed into a ball, and it solidified in all directions, locking Zhao Chengfeng's qi to prevent him from being able to dodge.

Zhao Chengfeng's face became distorted, his strength was old, and there was no way to avoid it, and he was about to be slapped under this palm.

Flame Rock Leopard Zhang Jinfu died from such a palm, can Zhao Chengfeng withstand it?

Apparently not!

The time of death was approaching, and Zhao Chengfeng's eyes were full of panic, but at this moment, a figure suddenly stood up and stood in front of him.

The dry tobacco Luo pot that grabbed a copper smoking gun that broke it from it didn't die, but got up again, and stabbed towards the black magic sand with the broken hole.

This situation is so weird, the black magic sand can't avoid it, and it was stabbed in the left arm, and it was pulled from the bottom to the top, and immediately blood shot out, but the black magic sand's palm full of anger was firmly imprinted on the chest of the dry smoke pot.

One by one, even standing in the distance, I could feel the vitality of that one's own master.

When the dry smoke Luo pot fell, his eyes just crossed Zhao Chengfeng, and he looked at the white-bearded old man and the yellow-faced door god, he seemed to see the surprise in the eyes of the old man, and at the last moment when his life was about to die, he spit out a few words with difficulty: "Leave life to the young ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he closed his eyes and fell into a permanent sleep.

This master of southern Yunnan, who is clumsy in words and does not smile on weekdays, died like this in order to save a comrade who was much younger than himself, and the only thing left was such a simple sentence as "leave life to young people".

Zhao Chengfeng retreated to the rear with a urine flow, and the death of the dry smoke Luo Guo gave him time to escape, and he didn't have time to be too sad, so he fled into the bushes.

There's a group of his buddies here, and there's us.

When there are more people, it is safe.

He was scared too.

The black magic sand slapped the dry smoke Luo pot to death with one palm, knowing that he couldn't kill Zhao Chengfeng this time, he was not in a hurry, but glanced back.

More than a dozen subordinates behind him also arrived at this time and covered up, because of Zhao Chengfeng's exposure, those of us who were lurking in the grass had no way to hide anymore, so we had to withdraw and have to fight with these people.

The people who followed the Black Demon Sand were naturally the elite of the Northern Coordination Force, and as soon as the two sides came into contact, they could feel that they were suddenly a level higher than those we had intercepted and killed before.

Even if it came out suddenly, it only killed two of us.

And one of us died.

The reality is so cruel, there is blood and death every minute.

Longhu Mountain is quite powerful in the DPRK, and the other nine people who came with Zhao Chengfeng are all from Longhu Mountain, with the same root and origin, naturally they are the same qi and branches, seeing that the enemy is strong, they immediately take over the battle to protect themselves, and they are interlocking.

The so-called sword array is not just a showmanship.

Everyone is stepping on Dougang, every time they step on the position of the star Luo Chen, each step on one side, the qi traction between each other, as well as the power of rushing to the sky and attracting the stars in the sky, this is all exquisite.

Don't look at them dancing wildly, endlessly, the sword light is born, it seems to be just a cloud of light, but after the brilliant brilliance, it is Sen Sen's murderous existence.

At the moment when the enemy was fierce and our side was about to collapse, Zhao Chengfeng's Longhu Mountain brothers stood firmly, like a seawall, solidly defending this overwhelming wave, turning the tide and temporarily stabilizing the position.

At this time, Zhao Chengfeng also woke up from the frightened situation, pulled inside, shouted loudly, and shouted ancient slang.

It was as if he was shouting a trumpet, and after three or two sounds, this sword array immediately turned into a hedgehog full of thorns, unable to gnaw or bite.

Annan's side was overwhelmed, and after several setbacks, he changed to the black magic sand.

The cultivation of this master is simply terrifying, even if there are ten people in a row, the qi and the power of the stars are involved with each other, but they also seem to be a little shaky, and they may collapse and collapse at any time.

The opponent is too strong, and we are still a little immature.

The danger came, and when it was time, he saw two figures coming from the sky and stopped in front of the menacing Black Demon Sand.

They were the white-bearded Yin Yiting and the yellow-faced door god who had been warning us all before.

These two people are the same as the flame rock leopard Zhang Jinlong and the dry smoke Luo Guo, they are all famous masters in southern Yunnan, and they are the referees in the field when they were selected for the competition, and they have the absolute strength to overwhelm the whole field.

They had fled under the crushing of the large forces on the Annan side, but they could never have abandoned so many people and left alone, even if they were all our fault.

This is the pride of the old guy, and it is also why the dry tobacco Luo pot would sacrifice his life for a young junior.

It is not a sacrifice of life, it is pride, and there is no regret in a lifetime.

The addition of the white-bearded old man and the yellow-faced door god made the black magic sand no longer invincible, and when he was entangled by these two people, the sword formation of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain brothers was finally no longer precarious, and while stabilizing the battle line, they rushed forward.

Xiao Dacang, Nuer, Wang Peng and others and I were also so angry when we saw the tragic death of the dry smoke Luo Guo.

Dry tobacco Luo pot once took us for a while, although he was not smiling on weekdays, but it gave us a kind of generous and gentle impression of elders, each of us believed that if we were in a different place, if Zhao Chengfeng was us just now, he would also come forward.

The elders have left us the hope of life, but why don't we want to let these elders who care for us live forever?

Because of hatred, he forgot to die, so he was extremely sharp.

With one shield and one spear, we actually stabilized the shape shì, and even began to fight back, which made the black magic sand, who was good at judging the shape shì, feel a little pressure.

He immediately turned this pressure on the two people in front of him, and for a moment, Whitebeard and Yellow-faced Door God looked a little difficult.

Black Magic Sand is Annan's royal master, even if it is a small country in the southwest, it can definitely be regarded as terrifying.

Every minute and every second of them had such a hard time, and there was a sense of determination in their eyes.

Damn, what else can I do, but die!

However, just when the two of them felt that they couldn't support it, a black and thick stick appeared in front of the black magic sand, and took most of the black magic sand's attacks.

What kind of person can still confront him head-on, even if it's just for a little time.

Black Magic Sand couldn't figure it out, but Nur's strong intervention gave the two elders a shot in the arm, and they gritted their teeth at the moment and withstood Black Magic Sand's attack.

The shape is getting better, but at this moment, deep in the forest where we are, a dense red light suddenly appeared.

Fat rats.