The finger of the ancient god Gargamel directly pierced through the void, forming a long and deep trace between Liang Ming and him, like a pitch-black passage. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This finger, although it is not earth-shattering, but the terrifying momentum is rare in the Xiuzhen Continent, especially when it is about to reach Liang Ming's face, it suddenly spends speed.

Liang Ming saw that the situation was not good, and immediately the dragon claws bent slightly, the entire body of the brute dragon was entrenched together, and the dragon scales rose upside down, especially the thunder and lightning, which kept swimming on the dragon's body, as if it was beating suddenly, as if it was about to leap out of the dragon's body and rush towards the nine heavens.

When the finger of the ancient god Gargamel was about to fall on Liang Ming, Liang Ming no longer had any reservations, and stretched out a claw.

"Boom ......"

In an instant, the dragon's claws collided with that finger, and an earth-shattering sound erupted, and the surrounding earth seemed to be overturned, surging layer by layer, all the way into the distance.

Liang Ming was still a lot weaker than the ancient god Gargamel, and under one stroke, he was immediately repelled dozens of zhang away, and the ancient god Gargamel didn't even move his upper body.

"Seven kills, you go and kill the others, and don't leave a single one!"

The ancient god Gargamel seemed to have been aroused by Liang Ming, and after a finger, he immediately said a cold word, and then stared at Liang Ming tightly.

Although Gargamel's eyes seemed flat, Liang Ming had a feeling that he was on his back. He knew that today's battle was very thrilling, and if he was not careful, he would even be in danger of falling, but at this moment, he couldn't care so much.

"Lead!"

Realizing this, Liang Ming did not dare to take it lightly any longer, and could only prepare for the opportunity before the ancient god Gargamel attacked again! At this moment, Liang Ming's surroundings were already covered with the aura of heaven and earth, as well as thunder and lightning in the sky, and his anger was like the thunder and lightning that continued to erupt on the dragon's body, becoming more and more terrifying.

Under the dragon's claws, the originally white aura of heaven and earth had turned into a crimson thunderball, with a trace of thunder and lightning entwining on it, accompanied by a "crackling" sound, exuding a breath of destruction of the world.

"Whew", seeing that the ancient god Gargamel did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, Liang Ming certainly did not naively think that Gargamel would let him and the phone go, so the dragon claw pushed it out fiercely. In an instant, I saw a crimson thunderball falling to the ground like a meteor, dragging a long tail, swooping down from mid-air with great speed, and immediately came to the front of the ancient god Gargamel.

In the face of such a fierce attack, the ancient god Gargamel did not retreat in the slightest, but only stretched out a palm slightly, and in an instant, a thin curtain of light appeared in the palm of his hand, blocking him in front of him.

There was a loud "boom", and the crimson thunderball smashed the light curtain, but the light curtain only flashed a few times and returned to normal. Liang Ming did not stop because of this, but became more and more courageous, and kept throwing thunderballs on the light curtain. The thunderball and the light curtain collided constantly, and a loud sound was like a god's drum, which was deafening.

Unable to break through the defense of the white light curtain, Liang Ming was very unwilling. In the face of the ancient god Gargamel, even if he was defeated, Liang Ming still hoped to be able to exert his full strength and fight to the death. Therefore, after surviving the initial frenzy, Liang Ming began to desperately inhale the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth, and the body of the brute dragon suddenly became slowly larger, and in the blink of an eye, it was so big that it was incomprehensible, like a huge mountain range between heaven and earth.

At this time, Liang Ming felt that his strength was very strong, as if he could directly stretch out the dragon's claws, and he could stab the entire small world of Babel Tower into a big hole.

"When did this dragon become so powerful!"

"It seems that this dragon can fight the ancient gods!"

"Can you win?

Not only the men and horses on the side of the ancient god Gargamel, but even some of the monks who were chased and killed by Gargamel's side were also taken aback by such a large formation, and all of them gave up and stood aside, watching this rare battle with some excitement and some fear.

After Liang Ming absorbed most of the heaven and earth aura and led the thunder and lightning on the heavenly dome down, he finally didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately threw a huge thunderball that had just condensed in the dragon's claws towards the ancient god Gargamel.

The power of this thunderball is even greater and terrifying than those thunderballs just now, and absolutely no one doubts that it can destroy the world. When it came down at high pressure, the heavens and the earth trembled and whispered, as if only this huge ball of thunder was left in the whole world, and the ancient god Gargamel under its shadow looked like an ant, insignificant.

"Click, click......"

The protective light curtain constructed by the ancient god Gargamel began to crack under the pressure of the thunderball, and then began to shatter, turning into nothingness in an instant. The thunderball was no longer in the way, and pounced on the ancient god Gargamel.

Seeing this, many people have changed color, such an earth-shattering thunderball, it is impossible for any of them to catch it, and the hidden power of that thunderball alone can crush everyone to pieces, and there are no bones left.

Princess Wang Ke was originally worried about Liang Ming, but now seeing Liang Ming so powerful, she couldn't help but put down that heart for the time being.

"I'm tortured, it's too bullish!" some of the monks who had temporarily saved their lives not only did not fear at this moment, but shouted excitedly.

Also, how many times do you rarely see such a thrilling scene in your life? The blood in many people's bodies has also begun to boil, almost burning.

Seeing that Liang Ming was furious, compared to the thunderball that was as fast as a giant mountain, the ancient god Gargamel, who was as small as an ant, did not have too many complicated emotions, I saw that his brows were slightly wrinkled, but in the blink of an eye, his face returned to normal.

Although the thunderball was extremely thick, its speed was not slow at all, and after breaking through the protective light shield constructed by the ancient god Gargamel, the lightning and flint had already reached the top of his head, and the fierce lightning even tore the space apart a little. Under the shroud of the entire thunderball, only the ancient god Gargamel remained unmoved, as stable as a mountain. His blood-red shirt was spotless and unmoving.

This calmness is not arrogant, but a manifestation of strength, even Liang Ming can't help but admire the ancient god Gargamel a little more at this moment.

Seeing that the thunderball was about to fall on the body of the ancient god Gargamel, blowing him into a puddle of flesh, the situation was reversed in an instant. In an instant, Liang Ming only felt a flash of black light in front of him, and the murderous aura was monstrous, and the ancient god Gargamel had an extra black spear in his hand at some point, and it was stabbing at the thunderball fiercely.

This spear was black and mottled, and there seemed to be a lot of blood stains on it, which looked a little old and weird. In a trance, Liang Ming seemed to see that there was endless blood rolling down the tip of this spear, bloody and terrifying, which made his heart suddenly pinch again.

When the ancient god Gargamel stabbed the thunderball with his spear, a jet-black light suddenly lit up on the spearhead, and then bursts of whimpering sounds came from all directions, like a ghost crying and howling, terrifying and terrifying.

"Poof...... Boom ......"

The spear in the hand of the ancient god Gargamel directly stabbed the thunderball, and in an instant, a black light and a red thunderbolt were entangled, and they kept spreading and bursting in all directions.

Although Liang Ming had already prepared, he was still heavily lifted by the shock wave caused by the explosion and fell more than ten miles away. Fortunately, he has succeeded in refining his body, and now he has turned into a brute dragon, otherwise the consequences are really unimaginable.

They were even more embarrassed, and they sacrificed magic weapons one by one before they could be considered to have picked up a life. But there are still some people who are too slow to react, or too close to the center of the explosion, and turn to ashes in an instant.

The ancient god Gargamel was able to kill, as if he had lost his patience, and he had long lost his initial calmness. After the explosion of the thunderball, his hair was a little messy, his clothes were disheveled, and his whole person looked like a mad tiger.

"You've angered the gods!"

The ancient god Gargamel couldn't have imagined that the power of the thunderball was so great, and he was so embarrassed by his carelessness, and he couldn't help but hate Liang Ming to the core. So he lifted the spear in his hand again and stabbed at Liang Ming fiercely.

"Not good!"

Facing the shocking blow of the ancient god Gargamel, Liang Ming's face turned pale, and he shouted in his heart.