But there were more than two people who came, and then there came their own master Sword Douluo Ning Feng to them, with Dugu Bo.

As for Zao Wou-ki, some of them were too weak, so they stayed outside to meet them.

Ning Fengzhi was already in the city, and when they suddenly felt the top-level angelic aura of Qiandaoliu, they immediately rushed over.

Both teams arrived almost at the same time, watching the situation.

The hair scattered all over the ground, the ground red with blood, the bald Chrysanthemum Guan who fell to the ground, and the bald ghost with a martial spirit, and the extremely weak Bibi Dong.

Of course, there is also Yan Mengmeng with a dignified face.

Yan Mengmeng really didn't expect that Yan Mengmeng was really unsure about the battle against Extreme Douluo Yan Mengmeng, and he was poisoned.

At the same time, the two teams each took their seats next to their own and looked at each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became eerie.

Until Dugu Bo took the lead and couldn't help laughing.

"Haha...... What's the matter with you little ghost, you're pretty bald! Hahaha..."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Mengmeng couldn't help it.

Looking at the appearance of these people on the other side, the ghost was angry, but it was just a cruel word.

"Old poison, you are looking for death!"

Dugu Bo: "Well, this person can't do it when he gets old, and when a gust of wind passes, he will be bald." ”

Ghosts:????

I have to say that Dugu Bo is full of momentum this time.

Seeing this, Qiandaoliu slowly stepped forward, stared at Yan Mengmeng and them with a frown, and asked, "Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, Sword Dao Dust Heart, why are you here?" ”

Sword Douluo: "Heh, it's you, it's not good to stay in your Douluo Palace, why did you run out?" ”

Qiandaoliu: "Dusty boy, when you grow up, you dare to talk to the old man like this, your father doesn't dare to do this." ”

At the mention of this, Yan Mengmeng obviously felt that his master Sword Douluo clenched his fists, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Not scared, but angry.

Shaking his head, Yan Mengmeng grabbed Sword Douluo's hand, which was full of calluses and vicissitudes of life, and his big hands were all cold.

But because of Yan Mengmeng's arrival, he gradually gained temperature, and Sword Douluo also calmed down, looking at Yan Mengmeng's worried look, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Of course, it wasn't just Sword Douluo who had realized what he saw about this scene.

There is also Qiandaoliu on the side of the Martial Spirit Palace: "This person is from the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect?" ”

Qiandaoliu had been paying attention to Yan Mengmeng before, dressed in a black soul power coat with ten black soul rings around his body.

He knew that Bibi Dong hadn't lied to himself, and that this girl might really be a god.

Yan Mengmeng: "Forget it, I haven't officially met for so long, in Xia Heijue, the Second Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect is dedicated to the disciples of the Ancient Banyan Bone Douluo." ”

That's right, Yan Mengmeng's identity suddenly came to mind.

Although Ning Fengzhi was a little surprised, he didn't show too much.

And Qiandaoliu frowned here, the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect should not be underestimated!

Regardless of whether this person is a god or not, counting the little apprentice of Sword Douluo before, Dugu Bo here is full of the strength of the five titles.

But that's all, as long as this black is by no means a true god, no matter how much it is, it will be in vain.

Qiandaoliu: "Then let the old man come and meet you, Seraphim!" ”

Suddenly, the golden soul power on the field Peng Yong came out, and a hundred-foot-high six-winged golden angel appeared behind Qiandaoliu, and then the soul ring began to emerge, and one by one it fell from the top of the six-winged angel martial soul.

Seeing this scene, Yan Mengmeng frowned.

It's not that I'm afraid of the pressure of this angelic martial spirit, but this is in the city, what should I do if I fight those ordinary people here?

Although Yan Mengmeng doesn't care too much about the lives of irrelevant people, it doesn't mean that even if she doesn't have the strength to face a situation like Wang Dazhui, she won't come forward to stop it.

Just thinking about it, Ning Fengzhi had already realized this problem, and took a step forward and said, "Old man, do you want to start a war in this city?" ”

The golden light of the angel illuminated the entire small city, and a figure floated in the golden light, which was the thousand streams that had just opened the martial soul to rise into the sky.

Now that he has a completely different aura, Yan Mengmeng can clearly feel that he is powerful, and I am afraid that he can barely fight when he is at full strength.

Everyone was also frightened by the scene in front of them, and even their master Sword Douluo had a tangled face.

At the same time, the thousand streams in the air looked down at the small crowd, and slowly responded: "War? You're wrong, our Martial Spirit Hall is just killing demons! ”

Saying that, the angel martial soul in the air looked at Yan Mengmeng tightly.

Thousands of flowing voices sounded again: "You say yes, kill the evil demon of so many people in my Martial Spirit Palace-Black Absolute Spirit!" ”

Yan Mengmeng: ???

"Old man, your operation is really a bit unexpected!"

Of course, Yan Mengmeng's voice was too small compared to the thousand streams that turned on the Seraphim brand loudspeaker.

So in the eyes of those ordinary people outside, this is the case!

Passerby A: "Look, what is that?" ”

Passerby B: "Angel Martial Spirit? The people of the Wuhun Palace. ”

……

Passerby A: "Look at that, it's the great worship of the Wuhun Palace, and he said that he wanted to kill the evil demons." ”

Passerby B: "Well, I heard you, but we have demons here. ”

Passerby A: "I heard it, the demon killed dozens of people from the Martial Spirit Palace." ”

Passerby B: "Yes, yes, the Martial Spirit Hall must have been sacrificed to stop this evil demon Black Jedi." ”

Passerby A: "Well, support the Wuhun Palace, the Wuhun Hall will win!" ”

Passers-by: "Support the Wuhun Palace, the Wuhun Hall will win!! ”

……

Not surprisingly, they also heard the shouts of the masses.

I have to say that Qiandaoliu's hand is mainly anti-guest, and reversing right and wrong really caught Yan Mengmeng and everyone off guard!

Outsiders don't know that this looks like this, but it seems to be true!

Yan Mengmeng, who represents the evil black, represents the angel of justice.

After all, it's still a loss!

On the other hand, Qiandaoliu continued to turn on his angel amplifier, and there was a hint of eagerness in the old man's voice: "The people in the city, get out of here quickly, Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, you actually helped the evil demons to plague sentient beings, and today my Martial Spirit Hall will not die!" ”

Ning Fengzhi: ......

Yan Mengmeng: "Old man, what about the dignity of your Martial Spirit Palace?" ”

Qiandaoliu slowly descended, looked back at Bibi Dong, then shook his head, sighed, and said nothing.

After coming to Ning Fengzhi, the old voice sounded: "As a result, you have also seen it, now your Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect still wants to help her?" ”

Ning Fengzhi: "Haha, ridiculous, Tang Hao back then you also used this method, right?" Do you think we will be the same as Haotian Sect? ”

Sword Douluo: "Don't talk nonsense, come if you want to fight!" ”

is worthy of his own master, and he does it without saying a word.

As soon as the Seven Killing Sword came out, he raised his sword and pointed directly at the Thousand Daoliu in front of him.