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"I see the younger generation rising, so envious, but it's a pity that I'm old!"

"Really powerful people, all here, terrible!"

"Paralyzed, it's all awesome!"

"How awesome is Su Ming, bringing all his friends to such a powerful level!"

The people and gods were shocked, and there were many discussions, feeling that Su Ming was too powerful.

Not only is it good to be awesome, but also to drive friends to be strong together, which is the real ability.

The sixteen god generals had very unsightly faces at the moment, staring at the people in front of them.

They had no fear, only excitement, as if God would be the best whetstone to sharpen them even more.

"The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Come on, golden bell jar!"

Just when the atmosphere of the scene froze, and the gods would burst out with endless coercion, trying to oppress everyone to the ground, the voice of the scoundrel sounded.

In an instant, all the gods will know that the momentum oppressed on them is useless.

His face was gloomy, and there was a flicker of fire in his eyes.

"In that case, I'll shoot you to death, don't blame me!"

The old man in front of Wuji looked solemn and said coldly.

The killing intent is pervasive, and I want him to die!

A layer of black gas filled the palm of his hand, and he slapped it fiercely towards Wuji.

"Poof!"

After a light sound, a layer of golden light appeared on Wuji's body, like an eggshell flying in the air, attracting everyone's attention.

"Bang!"

People watched as the pitch-black claws landed heavily on the golden light mask.

Wuji didn't say a word, as if he didn't see it, which made people's hearts beat wildly, and they couldn't wait to go over and dodge the attack for him.

Without a good heart, I don't dare to cultivate the Golden Bell Jar!

Or, if he has absolute self-confidence, he will do so.

With a sound, the people below saw the golden light mask shaking violently, causing water waves, which was worrying.

"Hahaha, Brother Su's view of the idea really made me pause, the golden bell jar can withstand the blow of the gods! Come on, you fight, let me hide, count me as losing!"

Wuji shouted loudly when he saw the shaking golden bell jar, his face showed ecstasy.

The arrogant posture is undoubted.

The god general on the opposite side had a very difficult face.

He has become a tool for Wuji to become famous, and he has become a counterpoint to his genius!

I can't bear it!

Hearing his words, he was even more furious, a black glove appeared on his hand, and the black mist on his body was like substance, condensing into a huge grimace, and slapping it out with one claw.

Weird, terrifying, scary grimaces, with terrifying ripples, rushed towards the golden light mask.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The grimace seemed to be tireless, and it continued to hit the golden bell jar, making an earth-shattering sound.

"Can you hold on?"

At this moment, almost everyone is watching the battle, as if to see if the continuous attacks can break his final endurance.

There is a common conjecture in mind.

"Stop looking at their attacks, let's get started!"

Mei Hong Fairy looked at the woman opposite and said lightly.

Someone else's battle is someone else's, and if you are distracted on the battlefield, you will be killed!

She kindly reminded the other party, but in exchange for a big roll of eyes and a mocking look.

"Look at your delicate appearance, you must not have tasted the taste of a man, right? Hehe, what a pity, you won't be able to taste it in the future, I will kill a woman who is more beautiful than me!"

Step by step, the woman who became a goddess, a cold voice came out of her mouth little by little.

Those who heard it only felt cold all over, their teeth chattered, and they were too vicious.

"Really, then I thank you, I'm so annoyed with stinky men, it's time to fight!

In the face of the woman's vicious rhetoric, Fairy Mei Hong did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation on her face, and she was really like an emotionless fairy.

With a crisp sound, she struck quickly.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the red gauze on his shoulder turned into the size of the sky, enveloping the goddess Jiang Huajiao.

"Hmph, just a spiritual weapon, watch me kill 4 you!"

Hua Jiao saw the scarf coming all over the sky, like a cloud, with a vicious smile on her face.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a leather whip appeared in his hand and swept towards the red cloud.

At this moment, the red halo changed rapidly, turning into a monstrous wave, and pressed hard against the peppercorns.

The so-called whip, in the face of the waves, is nothing more than pediatrics.

Not only that, Mei Hong's delicate body flew out like a spirit bird, and her slender palm instantly turned into a finger sword, piercing Hua Jiao's ribs.

Pointing to the infinite sword qi on the sword, in order to refer to the sword, the sword qi is soaring.

"Little, you have some skills, I want to see how much you have skills!

Hua Jiao's face brought out endless boredom, and the whip in her hand instantly turned into a whip mountain, crashing into the boundless waves, and also crashing into the Meihong Fairy.

"Boom ......"

The sky collapsed, the wind raged, the rocks pierced the air, and the ring shook.

The red waves and the whip mountain kept colliding, and the two of them staggered their fists and feet, standing together fiercely.

"Don't look at it, my master said that he is not prepared!"

Yin Mingyue had a cold look on her face, and when she saw the god general opposite, she scolded lightly.

Immediately, a pair of mandarin duck knives flashed out of his hand and rushed straight over.

"Little girl, you sneak attack!"

In the face of Yin Fengming's attack, the god general was in a hurry for a moment, and roared again and again.

Whoever saw them fighting, when they heard this, blushed for him.

The realm is higher than the other party, and it is-for-tat, and it is said that it is a sneak attack, which is really unreasonable.

Even the god generals who watched the battle below felt that their faces were gloomy.

The strength is almost, maybe it's okay, but I don't even want my face, and the older I get, the more I go back.

Yin Fengming didn't pay attention to it at all, and the double knives rolled forward like a mountain of knives.

The raging wind brought about changes in the entire space.

With long hair fluttering, long skirts hunting, and a slim fairy posture, she turned into a female war fairy, and her attacks continued.

"Get out of here!"

The veteran god general on the opposite side was so angry that he was so oppressed by a god that he couldn't bear it, and roared in shock.

A gun appeared in his hand and shot at her.

It's just a modern weapon, which has no effect on powerful warriors, but wastes a burst of momentum in a suppressed and seized opportunity.

"Huh!"

With the sound, the old man's pistol disappeared in an instant.

"Wow, poof!"

Another knife slashed in front of him, a stream of blood shooting out.

In an instant, the attacks were continuous, and everywhere was extremely cold, almost freezing the air.

A generation of gods has become a living target for attack.

The battle was all triggered because they took the initiative.

On the top of Huashan, the strong wind is shouting, and the rocks are piercing the air.

Sixteen pillars of the ring kept shaking, and sixteen pairs of figures kept colliding.

Yin Fengming and the others, after the baptism of war, did not feel the slightest impact in the chaotic battle, and the attacks were endless.

However, a group of divine generals who have not fought for a long time and have been sealed are not so natural at this moment.

Disturbed by all kinds of strong winds, affected by the ears, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is an attack aimed at oneself or not, and the offensive is seriously blocked.

(End of chapter)

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