Anna's eyes lit up, she stared at me and said, "I trust you." ”

Then she turned to Liroa and shouted, "Come, my knight, let us live and die together from now on!"

"Yes!" replied Liroya, tearfully remarked. With that, Liroya greeted the bright Anna, and the two officially began to sign a life and death contract.

Poor Dao was not idle on the side, biting his fingers, and quickly drew a spirit sealing talisman with blood, which was directly suppressed on Anna. The spirit sealing talisman can temporarily suppress the violent energy in Anna's body, turning the flood into a trickling stream, and letting the energy be released slowly, although it greatly slows down their absorption, but because Liroya can quickly heal her injuries while absorbing, it avoids the danger of her exploding. And this absorption is also more sufficient, which can be said to be counted in one fell swoop.

The only bad thing is that the speed of absorption is slow, so that they can't move for at least thirty minutes, let alone use their hands, and even in the process of evolution, their bodies will become extremely weak, like crabs that have just molted, without the slightest combat power.

In this battlefield where birdmen gather, it is obviously a very dangerous thing, and I can't say it, this hard-working person has to take on the role of a nanny again. Shaking out the colorful mixed sky silk with his hand, he completely wrapped them in a ball with a diameter of five hundred meters, and Poor Dao had time to check the surrounding situation. Frustrated, I found that I had been surrounded by a group of birdmen from the boss led by the archangel Mellor.

Looking at the hundreds of angel warriors around me, and then looking at the big colored ball next to me, Poor Dao was very puzzled in his heart, obviously I was the owner, and Anna was the bodyguard. Why is it that now that the enemy is coming, they are hiding in and resting, and I have to fight to the death outside?

After the archangel Mailer set up a formation to surround us, he immediately activated the spatial shackles to prevent us from escaping with space spells. When everything was ready, she said to me with a hideous face: "Boy, are you crazy?

"Cut!" Poor Dao sneered disdainfully, "Why should I run?

"Well, you're crazy!" roared the archangel Mellor, "Give it to me." Kill him!"

"Yes!" the angelic warlords shouted, and all sorts of spells were thrown at me. At the same time, the archangel Maile shot a holy fire at me.

"Hehe!" Poor Dao chuckled, and first activated the protective formation on the "Sun and Moon Qiankun Eight Treasures Confucian Costumes", and immediately Poor Dao was surrounded by the phantoms of the two spells in one day and one month, and their protective power was very strong. It is enough to resist the spell attack of the level of the archangel chief Meller, the attack of the angel warlord is nothing at all, how can I say that this dress is also a treasure refined by my senior brother Taishang Laojun himself, where can it be bad?

After activating the protection, Poor Dao was not stupidly attacked by so many people. That way, even if I block it, it will shock me to a dazzle, and it will consume a lot of spiritual power. It's really not a good deal. So Poor Dao hurriedly used the Xuantian Dragon Step to dodge to the side, of course, so many people released the earth spell at the same time, just like a big net, it had already blocked all my dodge space, and it was impossible to completely dodge. Fortunately, we still have the Rolling Mountains and Rivers Fan, so I'll use the fan to fly a few of their spells first, and then I'll get out of the exposed flaws.

As a result, I didn't even hit a single one, and almost all the spells flew past me. Then smashed it on the big colored ball formed by the colorful mixed sky aya, of course, it had no effect at all. As for the few spells that I fanned away, they were in a hurry, especially the ball of fire launched by the archangel Meller, after I deliberately fanned it, it directly hit an angel general, and the poor child immediately turned into a big fireball burning in the air. Although he was rescued by his companions later, he still did not escape the fate of becoming a roast chicken, and he was still a scorched one, his body was completely brittle, and he turned into powder when he touched it, not to mention how pitiful it was.

After all, it was an angry blow from the archangel Meller, and it would be good if he could save his life, and serious injuries would definitely be inevitable. Losing his combat effectiveness, he was immediately sent out of the battlefield, and several four-winged angels escorted him to the Heavenly Gate on the Holy Mountain, such a serious injury was not far from reincarnation, and only the reincarnation pool could heal him. Of course, the eight-winged angel can also be saved, but on the battlefield, no commander is willing to use his own strength to save his subordinates.

Archangel Mailer saw that he had put on a big oolong, his face turned pale, and he roared angrily: "Surround him, attack in close quarters, don't you believe it, can he lead the weapon away?" Those angel generals also immediately drew their various weapons and followed the archangel Melle to kill the poor road.

"Hehe!" Poor Dao smiled slightly, and said with a little excitement: "Hand-to-hand combat, Quack, I like it, it just so happens that I also practice Tai Chi!" As he spoke, Poor Dao put away the fan of the mountains and rivers, and greeted him with his bare hands.

Immediately we started a big battle, although Poor Dao was one enemy and one hundred, but relying on the characteristics of Taijiquan that does not have group battles, and Xuantian's ghostly body method of stepping on the dragon, as well as rich combat experience, firmly occupied the upper hand.

In contrast, the angel generals are too big, each of them is about four meters tall, so they are more clumsy in action, while Poor Dao is only a little more than one meter and eight, less than half their height, and the speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to see a human figure. So they couldn't accurately lock my position at all, and they basically relied on Meng to hit me. And after they make a move, they often feel like the weapon is possessed by some demon, and they will always greet their comrades around them inexplicably. As a result, accidental injuries have occurred repeatedly, and they are so scared that they don't dare to do it easily, how can they still pose a threat to the poor road?

In this case. Poor Dao is almost practicing boxing against a group of live targets. It's really a fist to the flesh. In terms of the strength of my land, after being transformed by the Fire Ancestor, they can be comparable to dragons, and it is simply too easy to beat them. I usually deal with them with one palm and one punch, and the cotton palm breaks the spell defense, and the fist directly kills them.

There is a kind of shocking word in the cotton palm. It can emit thousands of bursts of energy in a single moment of contact, and it can hit iron into powder, and I have found that it works wonders when used against spell defense. The fighting spirit or magic defense of the angel warlord, under the strength of my cotton palm, is not vulnerable at all, it is basically a one-touch collapse type, and their armor defense can't stop my brute force, every punch I can make the angel general's armor shatter, plus the bones and tendons of the body are broken.

Poor Dao knew very well that the weakness of the birdman was the bright jade in the heart. Therefore, almost all the fists were directed there, and they usually directly shattered the Bright Jade, the source of their power. Since then, there has been no possibility of treatment for them except to be reincarnated. It's a pity that I'm always being harassed by someone around me, followed by an archangel Mellor. As a result, I didn't dare to stay in one place for too long, and I could only watch as the souls of those who were killed flew back to the heavenly realm with the help of my companions. There is a little bit of imperfection.

But. Despite such a small regret, such a fight, it was still very refreshing to fight Poor Dao It has been a long time since such a Benzen guy made me bully, and Poor Dao couldn't help but rise up and became addicted. beat those guys to cry dad and call mother, hugging their heads and running around. After I killed a dozen angel generals one after another, the rest of the guys were completely afraid of me. As soon as they saw me approaching, they didn't say that they took the initiative to attack me, but ran desperately to the side, causing the poor road to have to chase. From being chased and killed, to chasing and killing others, the role was completely reversed in just a few minutes, which made the poor road very uncomfortable, and the birds themselves took the initiative to lift the shackles of space and escape with teleportation. It was difficult for me to catch up with them, so I was so angry that I complained that these birdmen were not dedicated enough!

"What are you running, hundreds of people are being chased by me, are you ashamed?" Poor Dao scolded in annoyance.

The angel generals were not angry with me, and their old faces were flushed. But despite this, none of them stopped and fought me. Obviously, their cultivation is really good, and they know who is more important now, life or face.

But the archangel Melle was not happy, she kept chasing after me, but she couldn't get close to me by all means, because I always deliberately avoided her. Actually, Poor Dao didn't like to do things with women, and felt that it was too cheap, but the archangel Mailer misunderstood that I was afraid of her, so when I heard that I complained that her subordinates had escaped, he immediately refuted: "Are you embarrassed to say them?

"Good men don't fight women!" replied the poor man lazily. Then ignore her and continue to pursue those angelic warlords.

"Damn!" Archangel Melle cursed in exasperation, then stopped abruptly, knowing that at her speed she would never try to catch up with me. So she immediately asked for instructions from above, and after getting a reply, she immediately came to her senses and said viciously to me: "Since you said that good men don't fight with women, then I will find a man, do you dare to fight him?"

"What don't you dare?" Poor Dao said funny: "Let me tell you clearly, there is no birdman in this world, I dare not beat him!"

"Well, you've got it!" Archangel Melle then roared, "Barbadora, come out and kill this kid!"

As the archangel Melle greeted, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in the sky, and then a super burly man stood in front of me. This eight-winged angel named Barbadola is really amazing, he is twelve meters tall, and the muscles all over his body are bulging high, and the sense of power that bursts out is extremely compelling, making people feel that it seems that even Beamon's power is absolutely vulnerable in front of him.

The most peculiar thing is that in addition to his eight wide wings, he also has eight long, thick and powerful arms, which look like a monster.

This person looks unusually honest, and his face is a little dull, as if he has a few strings in his brain. However, the energy fluctuations on his body are rare and strong, I estimate that even the level of jade is probably like this, they have all reached the peak of the eight-winged angel level, and there is a possibility of breaking through at any time.

As soon as Poor Dao saw his peculiar appearance, he immediately knew that he had met a strong opponent, and his face couldn't help but become heavy. Judging by my experience. All silly guys are stubborn paranoids, and once they fight for their lives, they are absolutely like madmen. No one wants to fight such a brainless and violent pervert, even Poor Dao is no exception, not that he is afraid that he can't fight, but that it is really meaningless. It's like a good person. Who wants to fight a mad dog with all the effort? It's so depressing to win and lose to lose and be embarrassed.

"Roar!" Barbadore immediately locked his gaze on me, and then roared, "Boy, did the higher authorities tell me to kill you?"

When Poor Dao heard this, he suddenly collapsed, and couldn't help but laugh. Unexpectedly, I actually came across a legendary living treasure, which is so interesting.

But the archangel Melle was so angry with Barbadora's childish questioning that it was a shame on the face of the Angel Legion! She was already very annoyed, she couldn't help it, and scolded: "Barbadora, you stupid, don't do it yet, what are you talking about?"

Unexpectedly, this time it stabbed the hornet's nest. Barbadola then turned her face to the archangel Mellor and roared angrily, "Barbadora, not a fool!" Eight energy bombs with a diameter of about one foot were immediately fired, at a speed like a meteor. Slam it at Archangel Mellor.

The archangel Mellor's face turned white with fright, and he quickly dodged with a teleportation. She had just flashed when the eight energy bullets collided at her location. Then there was a super explosion, and with a loud bang, a mushroom cloud immediately rose in mid-air, and the huge shock wave tore all the dozens of angel generals within a radius of one thousand meters from the center of the explosion to pieces. Even the chaotic Aya who protected Liroya and Anna was shaken by the shockwave.

Fortunately, during the battle just now, I deliberately dragged the angels away from Liroya and them, so that the location of this explosion was far away from them, so as not to interfere with their evolution. Otherwise, if it explodes at close range, even if it is protected by Chaotian Aya. I'm afraid it will also be affected somewhat.

When Poor Dao saw this, he was secretly surprised in his heart, and said in his heart, this guy's strength is really perverted, I'm afraid that Bit and Liroya together are not his opponents, why is there such a strange guy in the Angel Legion?

While he was thinking about it, Barbadora was still looking around, apparently looking for the shadow of the archangel Mellor. It seems that he is really a grudge landlord. At this moment, he suddenly paused, and then his face became very aggrieved, as if he was being reprimanded. Then, he turned his face to me and roared, "It's all you stinky boy, I'm being scolded, Barbadora is going to kill you!" As he spoke, he moved his hand, and eight energy bullets smashed at me like lightning.

Poor Dao didn't dare to slack off on him, so he hurriedly put away his joke and fought the enemy seriously. The mountains and rivers fanned eight times, but they didn't get the results I imagined, only slightly changed the direction of those energy bullets, so that they flew past my body and didn't explode because of the collision. That's what scared me out of a cold sweat. I didn't expect him to be stronger than I thought, the energy bomb was so powerful that he couldn't even fan the mountains and rivers. If this is called to explode, the sun and moon wheels around me will definitely not be able to protect me, even if I don't die, I will have to peel off my skin.

Barbadora saw that his energy ball did not explode, very strange, scratched the back of his head with the top hand, and said: "Mistake, mistake, this time is not a return!"

Poor Dao didn't dare to take any more risks this time, so he hurriedly dodged with the Xuantian Kick Dragon Step, and at the same time used the Rolling Mountains and River Fan to change the position of the energy bombs to prevent them from exploding together. Then, desperately approaching Barbadola. This guy's energy bomb is fast and ruthless, it's like a turret, it's terrifying. When it comes to long-range attacks, Jade is definitely no match for him, and neither am I. It's too much of a loss to just get beaten up like this, so I'm going to get close to him and fight again, because he is usually good at long-range attacks, and he is more rubbish in close combat.

But unexpectedly, Barbadola saw that I couldn't rush, not surprised, but happy, he excitedly shouted: "Good boy, I also like hand-to-hand combat, let's compare fists!"

Damn, Poor Dao's head suddenly became bigger, this guy's twelve-meter-tall figure, the fist is the same size as the iron pot, and there is a layer of strong fighting spirit wrapped on it, if this punch is solid, I'm afraid that Beamon will be directly bombarded into slag, even if it is a modified body, I will definitely not be able to stand it. And his speed is so fast, and he has eight arms, I am dazzled by it, and I don't know how to use Tai Chi to borrow strength. Rushing head-on, it must have been beaten into minced meat in three seconds, how can this be beaten?