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The little bitch also seemed to be venting her anger, and turned into a blue-bald head on the spot, and the thunder and lightning continued to spread in the crowd.
"Brother Tianshi must have heard it, he must have bad thoughts about me..."
"Damn it!"
She yelled in a low voice: "Ice Cube Face, I must get this place back!"
"Airport, accompany you anytime!"
Ning Bing said calmly without turning her head.
Everyone in the Supernatural Bureau looked dumbfounded.
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Ah this...
Isn't the relationship between these two people pretty good?
how suddenly...
Zhang Qingxuan heard the conversation between the two women.
However, his heart didn't fluctuate at all, and he even wanted to shout:
You two kill slowly, save more fucking time for me...
Sword eyebrows soared to the sky, his star eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the yellow leather child on the roof from a distance.
Grandmaster breath.
It must be the ancestor of the yellow skin.
Compared with other yellow-skinned people who have become extremely burly, this yellow-skinned ancestor is very different.
He also looks like a man, but he is not burly at all. Instead, he looks like an old man who is about to die, with a hunched figure and this crutch in his hand. yellow.
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Zhang Qingxuan's sight was more or less attracted by the crutch in his hand.
The breath beyond the magic weapon.
It must be the magic soldier who broke the rope of transforming with qi!
"The Lord has finally come out."
The corners of Zhang Qingxuan's mouth curled up, and he laughed: "I thought you would be willing to show your face only after watching your descendants be slaughtered by me."
"Longhushan Celestial Master."
Looking at Zhang Qingxuan, Huang Pizi murmured to himself: "Tianshifu, there are still remnants, and they have grown to this point."
"It's incredible to have such an amazing cultivation at such a young age."
"If you let it grow, it will become a serious problem."
"Fortunately, the old ox-noseds of the Taoist sect like to meddle in their own business, so they even took the initiative to send them to the door..."
"Since that's the case...then I will not hesitate to personally send you to meet your ancestors!"
His voice was very low and the distance was so far that Zhang Qingxuan couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.
Only the last sentence, he increased the volume, passed into 03 Zhang Qingxuan's ears.
And after the voice fell.
He also smashed the roof with one foot, and rushed towards Zhang Qingxuan holding the magic soldier's crutch.
The golden light all over Zhang Qingxuan's body was as bright as the day, and the thunder and lightning circled around his hands, also rushing out like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, one person and one weasel have hedged together!
The huge fist entwined with lightning smashed down with one punch.
The ancestor of the weasel put up a magical crutch with both hands to resist, and at the same time, the huge tail pierced through the air like a sharp blade and cut Zhang Qingxuan's throat.
This product is the existence of the development tail to the extreme.
The second patriarch of the weasel, who had been killed by Zhang Qingxuan, could only be regarded as a child's play!
A whip leg was pulled out, and the tail was kicked back. Zhang Qingxuan's left hand turned into a palm, and a hand knife entwined with lightning suddenly stabbed out.
boom!
The hand knife was once again blocked by the crutches of the magic soldier.
However, the incidental thunder and lightning spread along the hand knife and rushed towards the hands of the weasel ancestor!
The tyrannical power of the purple-gold lightning made the Weasel Patriarch temporarily let go of his hands for a moment, and after dodging the lightning, he held it again, suddenly exerting force.
Fighting together, one person and one weasel, who can only be seen as an afterimage in the eyes of outsiders, separated, and both retreated.
After stepping back for a while, he rushed towards the opponent again on tiptoe!
During the fight, the huge sound seemed to make the earth tremble.
Among the afterimages, the golden light is lingering incomparably gorgeous.
"Good boy!"
Patriarch Weasel laughed loudly: "I haven't played so heartily for a long time, it's really refreshing!"
The corner of Zhang Qingxuan's mouth curled up: "Your strength is also the only one I have ever seen in my life."
The fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and the two fought more and more without sparing any effort.
The terrifying attack bombarded each other, causing bursts of air explosions, causing the two of them to set off a whistling gust of wind that spread around.
In the strong wind, there was still a strong aftertaste of energy, and Huang Pizi, who was a little closer, was directly blown by the strong wind with wounds all over his body, and died suddenly on the spot...
"Is Master Zhang an opponent?"
Wu Zongkui glanced in that direction.
The terrifying scene of fighting made him worried.
Is this the battle between A-level powers?
The rest of the people also felt their scalps go numb.
Even if they were to get closer, they would probably be oppressed by the aura of the two of them just like the Huang Pizi, and the impact of the fight would cause them to die suddenly on the spot and be smashed to pieces.
"Brother Tianshi is sure to beat that stinky weasel looking for teeth all over the ground!"
Li Luo answered Wu Zongkui's mumbling question.
"He's bound to win."
Ning Bing also spoke almost at the same time.
The two had a rare consensus, looked at each other, snorted coldly at each other, and continued to attack those yellow-skinned children who were rolling in.
But right now.
A yellow streamer rushed out from the Huangxian Temple.
Class B!
Everyone was startled, Ning Bing and Li Luo pulled their hands almost at the same time, and turned to hit the yellow streamer that was rushing straight.
The yellow streamer was forced back, and his figure appeared after landing.
It is an existence that is very similar in body shape and appearance to the second and third ancestors who were overthrown by Zhang Qingxuan in the village committee.
And he is the fourth patriarch of the weasel!
After landing, he didn't stop for a moment, he flew directly towards the crowd, and his first target was Li Luo!
The figure of the yellow-skinned patriarch who charged like a cannonball magnified sharply in front of his eyes. Li Luo's pretty face turned pale, and he waved lightning and blasted at the opponent with both hands, but the opponent was completely unafraid. After the wind collided with the lightning, it directly offset the lightning.
Li Luo hurriedly released the thunder and lightning again, but they were all resisted in the same way.
Seeing that there was no way to stop Huang Pizi from rushing, Li Luo's face suddenly turned pale.
She naturally has a more powerful ultimate move.
But at this speed, it's already too late...
suddenly!
A huge ice sword descended from the sky, accompanied by a soundless "Demacia", falling with a heavy force.
Huang Pizi's fourth patriarch finally had no choice but to stop.
Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned her head to look at Ning Bing, but met Ning Bing's arrogant gaze.
883 Huang Pizi's fourth patriarch's vigorous efforts were resisted, and he turned to attack Ningbing angrily.
Ning Bing once again condensed the ice sword, but the fourth patriarch of Huangpizi who had already been on guard would not be easily forced back this time, who was almost the same as his elder brother, after scratching the ice sword into pieces with his sharp claws, Without the slightest stagnation, he went straight to Ning Bing.
However, he had only just rushed a few steps, and before Ning Bing's ice shield had time to condense, he was hit by a white-blue lightning in the buttocks, and flew out loudly.
This thunderbolt was much thicker than what was condensed casually just now, and it directly burned all the yellow fur around Huang Pizi's tail into black.
Ning Bing also turned her head to look at Li Luo.
Li Luo's gaze was also arrogant, and her shallow eyebrows were raised slightly, as if to say "it's even".
"Let's work together to solve it first."
"Let's kill this stinky weasel first..."
The two women spoke almost in unison.
"You all have to die...uh"
The fourth patriarch of Huangpizi who fell flying took a look at the scorched tail, and got up with a roar.
And just as he gritted his teeth and raised his head, he saw a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket, and a huge ice cone, crashing at the same time, making his eyes tear open instantly, and the voice of the last death word was distorted...
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Boom!
Huang Pizi's ancestor stabbed Zhang Qingxuan's heart with a magical weapon, and after being dodged by Zhang Qingxuan, he punched him in the face with a backhand.
Immediately.
The ancestor Huang Pizi flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily back into the Huangxian Temple, smashing the entire temple down by more than half.
The loud noise caused both Huang Pizi and the members of the Supernatural Bureau to turn their heads and look in that direction.
"Won?"
I don't know who shouted.
If Zhang Qingxuan's side wins, then no matter what the situation on their side is, all this will be settled.
But obviously it is.
They think a little too simple.
It's too simple to think about that yellow-skinned ancestor!
boom!
From the ruins of the Huangxian Temple, streams of black air spiraled out and condensed into a monstrous sharp claw in the blink of an eye, and patted Zhang Qingxuan.
That terrifying power made the air between heaven and earth seem to be much thinner, making people feel suffocated for a while.
Facing the roaring terrifying attack, Zhang Qingxuan did not block it immediately, but put his right hand together as a sword finger, standing in front of him, with the electric light swirling, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.
Within the dark clouds, five bolts of thunder and lightning burst out and merged into one, engulfing the terrifying power that seemed to fall from the nine heavens, they suddenly blasted down!
At the same time as the thunder and lightning fell, Zhang Qingxuan held his right hand in the air, and the Thunderbolt Zamu Sanqing Sword appeared in his hand out of thin air, and was thrown out by him again, wrapped in a circle of white light, towards the one that had already fallen on top of his head. The monstrous sharp claws stabbed away.
Chi... a sound.