There seems to be fresh liquid in the dung spoon, and the slightly drunk breath is moving.

Ascetic could only leap backwards and protect the door with two daggers.

The dung scoop castrated non-stop, tightly locking onto the figure of Ascetic.

The dagger in Ascetic's hand swung from side to side, striking on the dung scoop with a clink.

The power of the bloodline was stimulated, and the two daggers were not light.

But the dung spoon remained unmoved, as if it had eyes, and never left three inches in front of him.

The strong smell of fishy breath stimulated the sense of smell of asceticism, so that asceticism had to breathe through his mouth instead.

But the dung scoop is so close that it will be poured into your mouth if you are not careful.

Ascetic Joy had never encountered such danger, and fell into disadvantage under the first sight.

He desperately tried his dagger to intercept the abominable dung scoop, and his body kept retreating.

Lan Putao stretched out a palm from the side and imprinted it on the young man's vest.

The two of them were one after the other, forming a flanking momentum.

"So you want a piece of the pie too. The boy laughed, and another dung spoon appeared in his hand.

The dung spoon turned into a streamer and pointed at Lan Putao's palm.

In normal times, Lan Putao can shoot the opponent's weapon into two pieces with one palm, but in the face of this filthy artifact, he is really a little unable to do it.

Lan Putao could only slow down, but he made the ascetic joy unspeakable.

The young man's dung spoon was hanging in front of the ascetic, as if he would never give up until he fed this mouthful.

Lan Putao didn't care too much, his two palms condensed with a heavy palm wind, and slapped it vigorously towards the young man.

The young man pointed to asceticism in one hand and held the dung spoon in the other, shaking out a brilliant light and shadow, which collided frequently with Lan Putao's palm.

Lan Putao's bloodline power had reached the fourth-grade level, and ordinary swords could not compare to his palm.

There was a huge force coming from the dung scoop, and Lan Putao's powerful palm wind could not change the direction of the dung scoop.

The dung spoon was in the hands of the young man, as if it was infused with spirituality, like a long snake with its head held out and its tongue sticking out, erupting with intoxication.

The young man was calm and calm with the two of them, and the dung spoon in his hand dangled in front of them.

Feng'er stood at the door of the wing, clapped her hands and shouted, "Two good friends, the relationship is very good." You take a bite, I take a bite. ”

Hearing this, Ascetic Joy and Lan Putao trembled with anger.

The two of them were dwarfed by two dung spoons, and where would they have time to take care of the laughter of others.

From bottom to big, when was someone so teased.

Ascetic and Lan Putao both used all their skills to fight with the dung spoon in the young man's hand.

A third-grade peak bloodline, and a fourth-grade primary bloodline.

Two top players team up to resolve the dilemma they face.

With one against two, the boy seems to have some strength left.

The dung spoon in his hand crossed the graceful trajectory in the air, beckoning from the other party's mouth and nose.

Ascetic Le didn't expect Lan Pu to join in, but it couldn't change the pressure on the young man on him.

The dung scoop sealed the space around him, and despair grew in his eyes.

Asceticism was happy in his heart, waving his dagger and advancing instead of retreating.

Even if it is a spoonful, it will pierce a few transparent holes in the boy's body.

Ascetic was not tall, and rushed over with his head down, like a hedgehog with teeth and claws.

The dagger in his hand, with a cloud of black gas, seemed to have wheels on his flesh-like body.

The dung scoop came at him and slapped it heavily on Ascetic's face.

Ascetic's eyes darkened, and he didn't care about the stench, and held his breath. The whole person pounced on it, trying to splash the boy's blood on the spot with the dagger in his hand.

The young man had a dung spoon in his hand, and his body flew up like a big bird.

As soon as he let him do this, Ascetic's short and sturdy body pounced directly on Lan Putao behind the young man.

Lan Putao felt the pressure light, and where his palms flew, he just met the figure of asceticism.

A few palms in a row, all of them fell on the ascetic pleasure.

Puff puff.

Lan Putao's palm is powerful, and every time he blows, he has the power to crack the stone, and he directly beats the ascetic joy out of the air.

Ascetic's body flew upside down in the air, even faster than when it came, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from its big mouth.

"Even if you don't like others to take the lead, you don't have to be ruthless. The boy fell softly to the ground, and sighed.

"Bastard, if the old man doesn't skin you and cramp you today, it's hard to get rid of the cruelty in my heart. ”

Lan Putao accidentally injured Ascetic Joy and concentrated all his grievances on the young man.

"I have enough here, so why bother with it, you can savor it carefully, and you don't need to rush it. The boy raised the dung scoop in his hand, and the dots of liquid dripped obliquely onto the ground.

"Ah, the erector dares, the angry old man. Lan Putao's teeth were about to crack, and the power of the blood veins in his body was urged to the extreme.

The red blood qi churned, turned into a mist, and condensed behind Lan Putao, forming a pair of blood-colored wings.

Bloodline shape.

The four-grade bloodline has entered a new realm, and the power of the bloodline can be used to form a boost to the body.

This change can lead to faster speed and a significant increase in body strength.

Stimulate the power of the bloodline, and the consumption of Lan Putao is also extremely huge.

In the face of this mysterious teenager, Lan Putao didn't dare to hide his secrets, and he hadn't figured out the strength of the other party yet.

The blood-colored wings opened, and Lan Putao's whole person became different.

His body floated in the air, and both feet were off the ground.

Lan Putao's fists were clenched, the blood was flowing and gurgling under his skin, the meridians were spurting, and there was a roar in his body.

"It is said that when a rat eats salt, it will become like you, and I wonder if you are a little thirsty. ”

The young man gently lifted the dung scoop and shook it kindly at Lan Putao.

Lan Putao almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

His eyes were red, his wings spread out behind him, and his body was like an arrow from a string, a red light swept through the air.

With the blessing of the power of the bloodline, Lan Putao's speed was as fast as lightning, and the palms in his hands also carried the momentum of thunder, directly slapping the young man's head.

The dung spoon in the young man's hand, separated from the void, seemed to poke some small holes in the space.

The sound of sneering is endless.

Lan Putao's body turned into an afterimage, and his palms were like dark clouds, slashing down from top to bottom.

The young man waved the dung spoon and blocked it in front of him, stabbing out repeatedly, forcing Lan Putao to change direction.

Lan Putao's palms contained explosive power, layers of energy, and the movement of air currents.

The young man's dung spoon could always point to the flaws in his palm, making Lan Putao unable to get close to him.

There seemed to be a faint change in the space, and the power of the surrounding space was mobilized, forming a tiny vortex as the boy deliberately manipulated it.

Lan Putao waved with his wings, the power of his blood spread all over his body, and his palm shadow became heavier and heavier.

The boy stepped back as he stirred up waves in the space.

Lan Putao was marching forward, and he was about to rush in front of him for at least a year, but he was blocked by invisible strength.

There seemed to be a transparent film between the two, so that Lan Putao hung three feet away from the young man, unable to continue walking.

Here's what's going on.

Lan Putao's two palms slapped in the void in front of him in turn, making a loud noise.

The space trembled, and the scenery in front of me fluctuated like water ripples.

The violent shaking caused Lan Putao's blood and qi to surge.

His expression was agitated, and a beastly roar came out of his mouth, constantly pounding into the invisible cage.

The power of space surged from all directions like a tide, and Lan Putao felt that his body was confined in a small space, and gradually contracted inward.

Lan Putao's wings were about to be unable to spread, and the power of the bloodline was no longer as restless as before in the oppression of space, making the red light on Lan Putao's body begin to dim.

"Break it for me!" Lan Putao let out a loud roar.

The force of space was incomparably steady, and it continued to squeeze through.

Lan Putao couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and made the last stubborn resistance.

When the power of the bloodline is exhausted, it is when he is completely defeated.

Lan Putao's palms hurriedly slapped in all directions, causing a wave of abnormal movements, but he still couldn't stop the spatial oppression.

As the space gets smaller, the pressure grows.

Lan Putao felt as if he was pressed under the mountain, and his bones made a slight overwhelmed sound.

Blood seeped out of the pores, and a sharp pain came from deep within the meridians.

"Stop, don't. Lan Putao let out a scream.

His last line of defense also collapsed, and the power of the bloodline faintly dissipated.

The pressure of the space lasted for a while, and then gently disappeared.

Lan Putao froze on the ground, gasping for breath, and couldn't even lift his fingers so soft.

"Who the hell are you, do you know what will happen if you offend Silver Yao City. Lan Putao questioned weakly.

"Let's settle the account of your offense to me first, I see that you have consumed a lot of physical strength, do you want to make up for it. ”

The young man shook the dung spoon in front of Lan Putao's face, and Lan Putao suddenly closed his mouth obediently.

His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, and he felt a pang of sadness about what had happened to him.

"Yinyao City sent you here, it shouldn't be just for the Song family. The boy turned the dung spoon in his hand and asked casually.

"Jin Hui City is stubborn, and if you refuse the kindness of my city lord, you will have to pay the price sooner or later. When the army of Silver Yao City descended, it was the day of the destruction of Golden Radiance City. Lan Putao said hatefully.

The young man kicked lightly on Lan Putao's body.

"The general of the defeated army, An dares to speak bravely. The young man squatted down and winked at Lan Putao.

"If Yinyao City raises troops, I can still send you to investigate, and tell me quickly how powerful Yinyao City is. ”

Lan Putao sneered: "I'm just an ordinary character in Yinyao City, and how can a real master be matched by Jinhui City." ”

"Since you are insignificant, then killing you will not be taken seriously by Yinyao City. ”

As soon as the boy waved his hand, a member of the Iron Guard Division walked over.

"Yinyaocheng has bad intentions, so I will set an example today. ”

A member of the Iron Guard held a thick-backed machete in his hand and raised it high, the blade glowing with a cold light in the air and swinging silently.

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