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Nangong Maoguan's face was ugly, that Ai Yan was obviously not as strong as Nangong Huaitian, he was blown away several times, but he was getting stronger and stronger in battle, what kind of ability is this?

The face of the Tianshui Dao people was also a little dignified, and Agudamu chuckled lightly when he saw this, and said lightly mockingly: "What, I told you, your so-called holy daughter is not worth mentioning at all in front of the Tianjiao of my royal court. ”

"And it doesn't hurt to say it, Ai Yan's ability, called the Long March, symbolizes the greatness of my ancestors of the Golden Horde Court who were not afraid of death and conquered the vast grassland, and once the Long March is used, he will also be blessed by his ancestors, no matter what aspect he will be blessed by the totem, and under the effect of the Long March, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes."

"The Long March is for the immortal heroic soul, so no one can kill Ai Yan in seconds, and no one knows how to fight better than Ai Yan.!"

Agudam's words echoed throughout the Holy City.

When the monks of the land of the hundred tribes heard this, their faces became extremely solemn.

Ji Xuansu also sighed, her face was complicated, if it was really according to what Agudammu said, Ai Yan's Long March ability was so terrifying, even if Nangong Huaitian could hold it at this time, she would be defeated after a while.

The Tianshui Dao people took a deep breath and said expressionlessly: "As long as it is an ability, it will have an upper limit. ”

"Maybe this so-called 'Long March' is indeed a high-level ability, almost incomprehensible, but I believe that its growth to the monk himself cannot be endless, as long as it continues to fight like this, there will always be a time to reach the top."

Hearing this, Agudamu chuckled undeniably: "So, do you think this holy lady can hold out until the Long March crosses the line?" ”

Hearing this, the people of Tianshui Dao turned their heads to look at Nangong, who was now completely at a disadvantage, suppressed by Ai Yan in all directions, whether it was melee combat or ability, it was obviously inferior, although he was not injured, but he was obviously defeated.

And the wild aura on Ai Yan's body is still climbing upward.

"To tell you the truth, the Long March does have its boundaries, but I don't know how big this limit is, because I've never seen anyone push Aiyan to that point."

"Maybe the holy son of the Nangong clan back then could, and of course Ji Chang could, but this holy woman ......"

When Agudamu said this, he shook his head and smiled, the meaning was already obvious, that is, Nangong Huaitian was not good.

She can't push Aiyan's long march beyond the boundary, and she may not even survive before it does, and she may be defeated.

Such a result, no one in the land of the hundred clans can accept it, the strong monks and young geniuses of the various clans are all like ashes, they look at Nangong who is constantly suppressed in mid-air, clenched their fists and wants to do something, but they can't do anything.

At this time, Ai Yan hit Nangong Huaitian's right shoulder again, but Nangong only pointed at his chest.

The power of the ability exploded, Ai Yan's chest was sunken, and he was shocked backwards ten steps away, while Nangong Huaitian flew directly out of a hundred meters, his right shoulder was almost shattered, and it was difficult to even lift his hand.

Seeing this, Ai Yan grinned.

I saw him slowly bend down, suck the morning dew, and kiss the earth, as if he was performing some kind of ritual before hunting.

After the ceremony, the wild aura on his body increased again, and Ai Yan roared, riding an illusory war horse, and rushed towards Nangong Huaitian with a javelin in his hand.

This blow seems to be going to decide the winner.

Countless people looked at the sky nervously, although the chances of winning were already very slim, they still wanted to see Nangong Jedi turn the tables.

The surging wildness rushed in, and the suppressed Nangong couldn't breathe, and her beautiful face was all white, but she still stubbornly raised her hand.

This time, she planned to use the strongest Dao method she had just comprehended to fight or kill Ai Yan, although she might also be attacked by horror after this move, but she knew that she couldn't back down.

This retreat is equivalent to the withdrawal of the entire Nangong clan and the entire Hundred Clans Alliance, as a saint, the newly crowned supreme, she must not allow such a thing to happen.

So she's ready to fight hard.

The holy light condensed between his hands, and a noble wave was generated in the space, Ai Yan sensed the danger, but he still chose to move forward, because with the blessing of the Long March, he did not believe that he would die.

But he won't die, it doesn't mean that Nangong won't.

Xu Mu thought that if this continued, Nangong Huaitian would die, so he stood up and stopped in the middle.

"Go down, I'll leave it here."

Xu Mu said, facing the oncoming Ai Yan, a nameless anger was born in his heart, the blood of the glass in his body surged, the starlight gathered in the fist, and then smashed a punch.

"Boom!" The war horse shattered, the javelin and the dragon and tiger phantom were evaporated into white vapor by this punch full of killing intent and blood, and Ai Yan himself flew out upside down again, landing on the clouds, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were shocked.

Seeing this, Agudamu immediately stood up and shouted: "Who are you, dare to interfere with the progress of the game, do you want to die!" ”

When Xu Mu heard this, he was not afraid of the terrifying coercion blessed on his body, and faintly pointed at Ai Yan and smiled:

"My name is Mu Xu, and I am a defeated subordinate of Nangong Holy Maiden."

"Your royal court, the so-called genius, was knocked down by the holy woman several times, the holy woman was kind-hearted and didn't want to hurt him, but he still attacked shamelessly, and even fought back again and again, I really don't know how to be ashamed."

As soon as these words came out, Agudamum's complexion immediately changed, he stared at Xu Mu gloomily, and said, "Who should I be, it turns out that I am the defeated subordinate of the waste saint." ”

The other old man beside Agudamu nodded, and reprimanded: "Boy, listen well, Aiyan's ability is called the Long March, he will be blessed by the ancestors, and he will become more and more fierce with the battle, so it is normal to be defeated at the beginning, it is not your so-called saintess to keep your hands, you don't mess around here, get out of the way!" ”

When Xu Mu heard this, he smiled contemptuously, pointed at Ai Yan and said, "You don't really think that the so-called Long March is very strong, if it weren't for the Holy Maiden's stay, he would have died a long time ago." ”

"In my opinion, he doesn't have the qualifications to fight the Holy Maiden at all, because it's a bit ridiculous that he can't even take a punch from me after using so many ability amplifications."

Hearing this, Agudamu and the old man glanced at each other, and then smiled contemptuously at the same time, and said to Xu Mu:

"So, do you want to use the wheel battle to defeat Ai Yan of my royal court?"

"I'll tell you, you're dreaming, and Iyan will tell you why the Long March is called the Long March."

When Xu Mu heard this, he smiled and waved his hand, and said mockingly again: "Whether it is the Holy Maiden who keeps his hand, or whether his strength is really strong, you will know immediately." ”

As he spoke, Xu Mu turned his head to look at Ai Yan, and at this time, the aura on the latter's body had risen a lot, like a flood beast.

Xu Mu looked at him, and then hooked his hand:

"You'd better be stronger, don't be like you just now can't even take a punch."

"Now, please get here."

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