"I didn't expect him to be so powerful. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Behind Nantian.

This sentence slowly spit out from Nan Poshi's mouth, and a look of extreme shock flashed in everyone's eyes, mixed with incomparable excitement.

They left the tribe to the south and gave birth to such a strong man.

But then there was a hint of worry on his face.

The words of the southward march undoubtedly made people pinch a cold sweat.

How strong Shui Bailang's strength is, as a long-famous genius in the wilderness, Nanjin is still provoking the other party at this time, which will undoubtedly increase Shui Bailang's killing intent.

In fact, it is exactly what it is.

The words of the southward march have already made Shui Bailang extremely angry.

For warriors.

Anger increases killing intent.

When the killing intent is condensed into substance, it is a battle and sword fight that can no longer be solved.

But except for a few people such as Nantian and Blood Eagle, the rest of the people couldn't comprehend the intention of going south at all.

Martial arts.

Only by not retreating or being cowardly can we move forward and achieve the highest and strongest people.

The path of the strong man to the south is obviously the most difficult, but also the most eye-catching.

Airplanes~

A thunderous roar exploded again from Nanjin's body.

The words from his mouth fell.

The phantom of the seven earth bones around the body burst out, and the existence condensed into a jade-like existence around the body, and the rich barren air swirled on it, and it was not weaker than the previous momentum.

If it weren't for the redness at the corners of his mouth, it hadn't dissipated.

The crowd would even think that he had never been hurt.

Such a strange recovery ability and battle spirit are really terrifying.

Not bad.

The waves of water are angry.

But the southward march is also gathering the spirit of war.

A warrior must have the will to never back down and move forward.

"I'll make you remember today. ”

I saw the water and waves all around.

The rich aura of desolate power faintly roared around the body like a dragon, emitting an extremely dazzling light, and no one would think that these gorgeous lights were just a façade.

From that blazing light, Nanjin had even faintly noticed a trace of extremely awe-inspiring aura.

"Combat skills!"

"This is the wave battle technique of the Mizushi Wasteland. ”

There is no doubt that the water waves have already used the battle skills of the water stone waste.

"Patriarch!"

Behind Nantian.

Nan Poshi and Nan Qianjun were both a little anxious.

They have already seen how powerful Shui Bailang will be when he uses his combat skills, and he is afraid that he will not be an opponent when he goes south.

Although the Nanli tribe has no combat skills, this does not mean that they are unaware of the existence of such things.

Unlike ordinary tribes, there are even more than one kind of warfare skills in the wasteland.

There are five desolate halls in the entire southern wasteland.

And the desolate clan's combat skills only exist in the desolate hall.

Whether it is the Bloodstone Desolate or the Waterstone Desolate, the combat skills are all derived from the Desolate Palace, and for thousands of years, the Desolate Hall will hold a genius battle for the entire Southern Desolate Region every five years.

Only by obtaining a certain rank in the Genius Battle can you have a chance to obtain combat skills.

"Wait. ”

Compared with Nan Wu and others, Nan Tian appeared extremely calm.

Although the opponent has already shown his combat skills, he seems to have a very mysterious intuition, that is, the strength of the south is not only that, but has a stronger hole card.

In fact, that's exactly what happened.

Just as the white light on Shui Bailang's body flashed.

South into the body.

The majestic desolate power began to operate in an extremely strange trajectory, and the aura of desolate power poured into the major bone veins around his body, and then formed a series of invisible power lines on his body.

This is the level that can only be reached when power is used to the point of extreme subtlety.

Now.

In Nanjin's mind, the affairs around him began to become static as if they had nothing to do with him.

It is the power of will that begins to calm the mind.

The Dragon Breaking Dao that Uncle Nan handed over to him was obviously an extremely powerful combat skill, even the first form of the Dragon Transformation with Force was enough for him to have the strength to resist the Nine Heavenly Stronghouses of the Quenching Bone.

The bloodline of the southward march is extremely strong.

Dragon Breaking Dao is a must-learn combat skill for those who have the bloodline in his body.

In just one night, he had not only comprehended the first type of dragon transformation, but had even touched the subtleties of the ten paths of the second type of dragon.

Mizubailang uses the Arabe Technique.

The southward march is clear.

He didn't have any other choice than to urge the Second Formation Dragon Ten Dao.

Laugh at!

A soft groan.

The fiery red aura like a flame suddenly flowed along the tip of the spear in Nanjin's palm, like a jumping elf, the color was bright but exuded an aura of destruction.

It's guns!

"Oh my God, what's that?"

"Guns!"

"It's a gun!"

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but be awe-inspiring, and a terrifying aura instantly spread, like a dead silence.

That Nanli genius had already comprehended the gun.

What a genius this is, are they going to witness the rise of an immortal genius today!!

"It's so scary, I actually realized the gun!"

Blood Eagle's face changed, and even he couldn't help but be moved.

Not far away, the same is true of southerly catkins.

"Something interesting!"

The figure flickered.

When it reappeared, the spear in Nanjin's hand had already pierced the void and fell into the sky above Shui Bailang's head, and the chilling momentum squeezed the air into a sonic boom.

This is a phenomenon that only occurs when the strength is strong to a certain extent, and the speed is too fast, and in this battle, Nanjin must go all out, because he understands that behind him is the tribe that gave birth to him and raised him, and if he does not win this battle, no one will be afraid.

Stop!

Only kill!

"Die!"

The water waves are also not afraid.

The genius who was born in the wasteland, how high his heart was, today he was repeatedly trampled on by the so-called geniuses of the two wandering tribes, and there was only a strong killing intent left in his eyes.

"Big waves!"

A huge gulp came out of his mouth.

The silver spear in his hand has been ready to meet it, and the shadow of the spear flies, like a huge wave rolling out and heading south.

I saw a silver light in the gloom.

A faint but extremely dazzling fire appeared and disappeared from time to time, and it was like a dragon soaring through the clouds, swallowing up the fiery killing intent in the tumbling silver light.

The shadows of the guns are intertwined.

The sound of tinkling gold spread out like a tide, knocking on everyone's hearts.

The confrontation between the two world-famous geniuses is eye-catching.

More than 100 tricks are in the blink of an eye.

The power of will in the brain suppresses the chaotic mind and the tumbling qi and blood in the body over and over again.

In his eyes, there was clarity.

Nanjin knew very well that he couldn't be impatient, and in the face of the water and waves, he relied on the spear realm and the first ability of the Dragon Breaking Dao to ensure that he was undefeated.

He only had one chance.

But Shui Bailang can't do this, he understands that the longer the two fight, the more disadvantageous it will be for him, and he has no choice.

The strength of that Nanli genius was not as strong as he imagined, but every time he was about to suppress the other party, the spear in his hand would suddenly become sharp, and his strength would increase sharply, and after one move, it would become ordinary again.

After a long time, the water waves became a little impatient.

But he didn't know that Nanjin was waiting, waiting for him to reveal his flaws and give him a fatal blow.

"Ten Dragon-Breaking Paths!"

Abruptly.

Nanjin exploded again.

The spear in his hand shuttled through the light and shadow, and he shot out, stabbing a trace of flaw exposed by the water waves in a thousandth probability.

The two bolts of gunfire split at the touch of a button, so fast that it was hard to see.

Immediately, the figure of the southward movement flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Burst!

A hint of blood wafted through the air.

But what was even more shocking was that the genius of the Water Stone Wasteland, Shui Bailang, rolled upside down and slammed into the ground.

Boom!

Consternation!

Dead silence.

In the unbelievable gaze of everyone, Shui Bailang couldn't withstand the power of the sudden critical blow in the spear at all, and he didn't even have time to dodge before he was smashed to the ground by that huge force.

The water is a hundred waves, and it is defeated!