Chapter 512: The Third Blow to the Black Wind Facing Ye Qingshan's request, Xiang Liu frowned, and the indifferent snake pupils looked at Ye Qingshan: "No!"
” Faced with Xiang Liu's refusal, Ye Qingshan was not surprised, but looked at the other party with a sincere look: "I'm not going to help the Ninth Master, I'm going to kill those angels."
As long as you kill those angels, the Ninth Master will be able to let go of his hands and feet to fight with the other party!
” A faint flash of struggle flashed in Xiang Liu's cold snake pupils, but the next moment he returned to his previous indifference again: "No ......"
But before Xiang Liu finished speaking, Ye Qingshan directly and rudely interrupted the other party's words, with a serious look on his huge hairy head: "Don't be in a hurry to veto, Xiang Liu, ask your heart, don't you feel aggrieved when you see this scene in front of you?"
” opened his mouth, and Xiang Liu's indifferent expression carried a hint of hesitation: "I ......"
Keenly aware of this hesitation flashing in Xiang Liu's eyes, Ye Qingshan already had seven or eight points of certainty in his heart, so he decided to add another fire, and the dark beast pupils carried a touch of sincerity: "Let me go, I promise to kill those angels, turn around and run away immediately!"
” The indifferent snake pupils stared at Ye Qingshan, and the huge head like a small mountain was cold: "Little doll, I promised Li Jiu to watch you, so you should give up!"
I warn you, you must not take advantage of this time when I am sleeping to leave from the back road!
” As he spoke, Sang-ryu's metallic head moved to the side, revealing a black hole.
Ye Qingshan was stunned for a moment, staring at Xiang Liu, who had closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep in front of him, and a happy smile appeared on his face: "Thank you!"
” In the face of Ye Qingshan's thanks, what was surprising was that Xiang Liu turned his head quite arrogantly: "I slept, I couldn't hear anything!"
” Tsundere?
Tsundere your sister!!
Ye Qingshan said that he was speechless!
…… Dividing line ......
Outside, at the foot of Niujiao Mountain, the ninth master, who is three meters tall and holds a bronze totem pole one zhang high and a thick waist, has a chest that rises and falls like a bellows, with heavy breathing, and his tough facial features are flushed because of exhaustion.
The bronze totem pole in his hand is very heavy, and every swing requires great strength, if he wants to kill these angels in front of him, Jiu Ye only needs one blow to send them back to the west.
But because of the principle in his heart, Jiu Ye could only repel these angels instead of killing them, which caused Jiu Ye to consume a lot of power in vain that should not have been consumed.
In fact, the reason why the Ninth Master was seriously injured last time was because the Blazing Sky in front of him used this shameless move.
But the Ninth Master couldn't put down the bronze totem pole, because just a few kilometers away from him, there was a Seraphic Angel who was eyeing him!
The other party's position is very tricky, the distance is a little closer to attack the ninth master, and the distance is a little farther to evacuate safely, this feeling of riding a tiger makes the ninth master very helpless and very aggrieved.
But in the face of the other party's shameless moves, the ninth master was helpless.
The Ninth Master knew that he was going to be planted, but the Ninth Master did not regret it, and even the Ninth Master felt that even if he died, he would not have any regrets.
The dwarves who had helped themselves had already been evacuated safely, and the future path of the little doll in Qingshan had been paved by herself, and the little doll still chose to help herself in this situation, although she was a little angry at first, but more relieved.
When he was dying, Jiu Ye was very proud to say that these eyes were not blind!
Jiu Ye believed that even if the Jiuli clan encountered danger in the future, at least there would be a towering tree that could shelter from the wind and rain.
So even if he dies, he doesn't have any regrets, although this life is very short, although the ending is a little ugly, but in the eyes of the ninth master, it is worth it!
Just as the Ninth Master was about to let go of everything and calmly welcome this humiliating death, a familiar whisper made the corners of the Ninth Master's mouth twitch.
"Talent - Black Wind!"
There was still a black wind, hundreds of black angry dragons shrouded the heavens and the earth, and the reason why Ye Qingshan chose the black wind was very simple, because the black wind was his own talent, and it was also the most familiar and powerful killer move for Ye Qingshan.
In addition, Black Wind is also the only move that Ye Qingshan is sure to be able to kill all the angels in front of him except for the Seraphs in one blow!
The effect is perfect, one after another black angry dragons, instantly tearing apart the soul of the angel, unlike normal wind, Ye Qingshan's black wind has the ability to eliminate souls, if it weren't for Ye Qingshan's current strength is still too weak, the black wind is likely to evolve into one of the three major heavenly tribulations!
Therefore, Ye Qingshan's black wind was very powerful, and the moment the black wind appeared, in less than a second, except for the Seraph, all the angels were instantly dissolved souls, and among them, there were several angels with eighth-level strength!
But before Ye Qingshan was complacent about his behavior, the ninth master slapped Ye Qingshan's head: "Stepping on a horse!"
Didn't Lao Tzu let that bastard look at you?
How did you get out?
What about that bastard?
” Feeling the sourness on his head, Ye Qingshan gasped: "Xiangliu is asleep, I'll come out after a walk!"
” Facing Ye Qingshan's defense, a sneer appeared on Jiu Ye's face: "Hehe, the little doll has grown up, its wings are stiff, and Xiangliu is asleep?"
Do you think I believe it?
” In the depths of Daze, Xiangliu, who was pretending to be asleep, shrank his neck, and a touch of embarrassment appeared on his mountain-like huge head: "Is it a little fake, I'm asleep?"
That's right, I just fell asleep!
” In the face of the Ninth Master's ruthless demolition, Ye Qingshan coughed dryly, a touch of helplessness appeared on his face, and he vaguely seemed to think of something: "Eh, why does this sentence feel so familiar!"
” Hundreds of thousands of miles away, Gesmer, who had already sneaked up to the sacred mountain, sneezed with a look of doubt on his face: "I have a cold?"
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Or did someone remember me?
” At the same time, looking at Ye Qingshan and Jiu Ye, who were talking, the Seraphic Angel not far away turned iron-blue.
In fact, the Seraphic Angel has the ability to stop Ye Qingshan's blow to the black wind just now, but just when the Seraphic Angel was about to stop the Black Wind, the Ninth Master had already locked the Seraph, and at that time, the Seraphic Angel was faced with two choices, one was to stop the Black Wind, and then bear the charged blow of the Ninth Master.
The other is to give up those angels and let yourself be hurt for the sake of those garbage kinds?
It wasn't worth it in the eyes of the Seraph, so he gave up.
It's just that although it was because of his own reasons that these angels died, the Seraphic Angel pushed all the responsibility to Ye Qingshan and the Ninth Master, with a touch of warm anger, the Seraphic Angel looked at Ye Qingshan and the Ninth Master angrily: "Enough!"
Li Jiu!
And that shitty white bear!
How dare you kill my men, you all deserve to die!
” In the face of the angry shouts of the Seraph, a touch of disapproval appeared at the corner of the Ninth Master's mouth, and the rough palm the size of a pu fan patted Ye Qingshan's shoulder: "Little doll, there's nothing wrong with you here, you can get out!"
” The Ninth Master wanted Ye Qingshan to leave, because the next battle was not something that Ye Qingshan could interfere in, but the Seraphic Angel obviously didn't want Ye Qingshan to leave, with a cold look, the Seraphic Angel sneered: "Want to go?"
Impossible!
” The Ninth Master turned his head and squinted at the Seraph, with contempt on his face: "What are you?"
Lao Tzu's people can leave if they want to, you birdman dare to meddle in your affairs?
” The bronze totem pole in his hand waved hard, and the ninth master, who was strong in itself, seemed to have become taller and stronger at this moment, with tough facial features, strong muscles, a fierce ink tattoo on his chest covered with scars, and a hand the size of a grinding plate holding a bronze totem pole one zhang long and a thick human waist, making the ninth master at this moment full of domineering!