Eight hundred and seventieth IX brain is not very easy to use
Three figures ran towards Beidou from different directions, punching, palming or kicking, each showing off their magical skills and attacking Beidou.
These three figures with astonishing momentum are none other than Master Ning and Master Ran from the "Wen Dao Academy", and Zhong Wen's "uncle", Elder Qi Xuan from the "Lingxiao Holy Land".
The three of them all have top-notch cultivation levels at the level of Taoist Spirit Masters. Their spiritual power is rich and pure, and their moves are extremely powerful. It is said that they would never use the crowd to bully the small, or the big to bully the small.
It is true that Beidou's previous performance was too amazing, and the strength displayed was too terrifying, which aroused great vigilance in the major holy places.
The place that can best cultivate a person's will and weaken a person's demeanor is undoubtedly the battlefield.
Seeing that Old Master Ning and others were about to hit their target with their fierce killing moves, Beidou didn't show any panic on his face. He just smiled and softly uttered four words: "It's so close to the end of the world!"
As he spoke one sentence, the three elders suddenly felt their bodies stagnate, and then there seemed to be an unimaginable huge repulsive force coming towards them. Their whole bodies seemed to have been discharged from a cannonball, and they flew backwards involuntarily. The speed was so fast that they almost
It cannot be captured with the naked eye.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Master Ning and Master Ran flew far away, overturning many chariots and knocking down many soldiers. They finally managed to stop themselves, and their noses and faces were bruised and swollen.
"Speechless love!"
Qi Xuan was not as embarrassed as the other two. He was seen standing in the air, shouting loudly, making claws with his hands, and shooting out two groups of pink gelatinous light from his left and right palms, which were as sticky as chewing gum.
on the ground.
The stickiness of these two pink auras was extremely astonishing, and they actually easily stopped Qi Xuan's retreat.
"good!"
A hint of surprise flashed across Beidou's golden pupils, and then he smiled slightly, making a casual comment like an elder facing a junior, and then with a sway of his feet, he appeared in front of Qi Xuan for some reason.
Qi Xuan's expression changed, and he quickly kicked his feet, trying to distance himself from him.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Beidou put on a fascinated smile on his face, and suddenly stretched out his right hand slowly, grabbed the air in the direction of Qi Xuan's retreat, and softly uttered four words, "The end of the world is so close!
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Qi Xuan was sluggish all over, only to feel an incomparable force grabbing him tightly and pulling him desperately in the direction of Beidou.
With his level of cultivation as a Taoist Spirit Master, he was unable to resist the pull of this vast aura, and flew towards the white-haired young man involuntarily, as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning.
"boom!"
Beidou struck out like lightning and grabbed Qi Xuan's throat. The smile on his face was slightly ferocious, with a hint of curiosity and covetousness. "The 'Silent Love' move just now was somewhat interesting. It didn't look like a spiritual skill. Could it be that
Is this your path?"
"you you……"
As his fingers gradually tightened, Qi Xuan found it difficult to breathe and his face turned blue. He wanted to open his mouth to curse, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
"Don't hurt my master!"
A soft and beautiful female voice suddenly reached the ears of the two of them, followed by a sharp and sharp blade.
It turned out that Ji Weizhu was so anxious when he saw that Qi Xuan was about to die at the hands of Beidou that he no longer cared about the strength gap between the two sides and stabbed the white-haired young man with his sword.
"Heaven wheel?"
Sensing the cultivation level of the incoming person, Beidou had a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't help but turn his head and glance, his golden eyes shone brightly, and he shouted softly, "Sleepy!"
Ji Weizhu, who was attacking with his sword, felt his head go dizzy, his delicate body felt heavy, and he froze in place for a moment, unable to move.
"It's a pity that I have a beautiful face, but my brain is not very good."
Seeing the appearance of this silver-clad beauty, Beidou couldn't help but sarcastically said, "A mere Heavenly Wheel dares to intervene in the fight between spiritual beings. Isn't it because he thinks his life is too long?"
"Let, let him go!"
Seeing Qi Xuan's complexion getting bluer and greener, even faintly purple, and the light in his eyes gradually weakening, Ji Weizhu was anxious, but unable to move, so he had to shout sternly, "Otherwise I will never let you go!"
"Do you still have time to care about others now?" Beidou sneered, slowly raised his left arm, bent his index finger, and gently flicked a strong wind towards her, "Since you want to save him so much, why don't you talk to him over there?
Let's go down together. It's good to have someone to keep you company on the road to Huangquan."
Before he made a move, Ji Weizhu felt an extremely fierce aura coming towards him. All the bones in his body were compressed so hard that they creaked. His chest felt tight and it became very difficult to breathe.
Are you about to die?
I'm sorry, Master, I can't save Master, and I can no longer show my filial piety to you!
Ji Weizhu knew that she was going to die, and her heart felt dark.
It's a pity that I can't see my junior brother again before he dies!
I wonder if he has the purse I gave him with him?
The end of life is coming, but for some reason, Zhong Wen's smiling and handsome face appears in Ji Weizhu's mind.
"boom!"
A crisp voice sounded in front of him, and Ji Weizhu, who thought he was certain to die, did not feel the slightest pain.
The little junior brother who originally existed in his mind, somehow, actually appeared in front of his eyes.
With a delicate face, simple white clothes, and a gentle smile with a hint of cynicism, who else could it be if it wasn't Zhong Wen?
At this time, the young man in white stood tall and straight, standing firmly in front of Ji Weizhu. He exuded a soul-stirring and terrifying pressure, and there was a shadow of a divine dragon circling and roaring under his feet.
His hands were hanging by his sides, and he stood quietly on the spot, neither attacking nor defending, just letting Beidou's powerful force hit his chest.
After enduring such an earth-shattering blow, his face remained calm, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and even his smile remained unchanged, as if he had not been hurt at all.
He was like a majestic and invincible god of war, just standing there gave people an endless sense of security.
The moment he appeared, Shangguan Junyi, Hualu, Yin Ning'er and others all looked happy. Only Shangguan Mingyue's body trembled, her face turned pale, and her eyes flashed with a complex light.
"Little junior brother!"
Ji Weizhu was overjoyed at first, and then warned nervously, "Be careful, this person is amazingly powerful, and several Holy Land elders have been injured in his hands."
"Don't worry." Zhong Wen turned his head and smiled at him, and replied lightly, "No one in this world can hurt me anymore."
Looking at the confident and determined look on his face, Ji Weizhu's pink face was slightly red, her heart was beating wildly, her pretty face was inexplicably hot, her lips were slightly open, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Wait a moment." Zhong Wen said again, "I'll wait until I save my uncle and then come and talk to my senior sister."
After saying that, he turned to look at Beidou, his eyes filled with endless fighting spirit.
"As expected, you are here." A strange look flashed in Beidou's eyes, and he smiled lightly, but did not let go of Qi Xuan's right hand.
"You seemed very arrogant when I was away." Zhong Wen grinned and nuzzled his lips towards where Qi Xuan was, "I wonder if you can let my uncle go?"
"He is your uncle?" Beidou laughed, "Isn't that a very good hostage? Why should I let him go?"
"This is not a request." Zhong Wen's pupils suddenly dilated, and his whole aura surged. A mysterious and mysterious aura spread from him and quickly filled the surroundings, "You have to let it go even if you don't want to!"
At this moment, the eyes of all enemies within a fifty-foot radius were focused on him.
Whether they are cultivators from the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion", or secular warriors from the Land of Chaos, the Fulong Empire, the Jingyu Empire, and the Chi Clan, all cultivators who stand on the opposite side of the coalition forces look at Zhong Wen.
There was deep disgust and rejection in his eyes, as if he hated the young man in white in front of him from the bottom of his heart.
The Show of Tihua!
A magical skill that can drive enemies and women crazy at the same time!
At this moment, Beidou unconsciously released his right hand from Qi Xuan's neck, instinctively directed a sharp finger at Zhong Wen, and shouted softly: "Within a snap of your fingers!"
Almost at the same time, the seven dark spirit ghost attendants, more than 20 white-haired puppets and many other cultivators around him used their spiritual skills to hit Zhong Wen head and face. They were merciless and vowed to bury the boy in white here.
Countless transformed spiritual powers were flying and flowing in the air, with colorful colors and different shapes, and soon completely engulfed Zhong Wen.
The area where he was standing suddenly became filled with sand and gravel, filled with dust and smoke, and turned into a mist.
However, these visual barriers are no obstacle to Beidou with its golden double channels.
How can it be!
After seeing through the scene in the mist, Beidou finally showed a look of shock on his face, almost unable to believe his eyes.