Ji Hao looked at the handsome white face of the poor Sangsheng, and had the urge to pick up the Pangu Bell and pump his face full of peach blossoms.
A heavy fluctuation of magic power came, and Ji Wenming, who was holding a large pottery bowl with a gap in his hand, stepped to Ji Hao's side, and grabbed Ji Hao's wrist with his left hand.
With a gentle and generous smile, Xi Wen ordered his head and said, "Poor Sang Divine Witch, it is best that the Poor Sang Clan can rush to reinforcements." ” Smiling, Ji Wenming glanced at the Terran warriors who were resting on the hillside in the distance, and shook his head gently: "The sons and daughters have really worked hard in the past few years, and it is really difficult to have this opportunity to take a break." ” Ji Hao squinted his eyes and glanced at Ji Wenming quickly.
From Ji Wenming's mouth, Ji Hao heard a strong sense of jealousy.
Ji Hao immediately understood that this poor Sangsheng was not an easy person to deal with.
However, the nickname of the Witch Poor Sang Sheng is the Witch Witch, but it is not a witch god Ji Hao quietly glanced up and down at Poor Sangsheng, with a faint hint of scrutiny in his plain eyes.
Poor Sangsheng was very keenly aware of the different color in Ji Hao's eyes, he smiled and shook his head gently: "It seems that over the years, not many people still remember the name of so-and-so, and it is time to come out and walk." ” Suddenly, Poor Sangsheng's right hand suddenly raised and grabbed Ji Hao's left wrist.
A black shadow suddenly burst out from the shadows under Ji Hao's feet, and with a trace of cold aura, the five fingers of his left hand were like knives, tearing five extremely thin black cracks in the air, and slammed into the palm of the poor Sangsheng.
The palms of the two silently collided together.
A layer of translucent black ripples rippled on the ten fingers that were clasped together, and with a few clicks, the void near the palms of the two people clasped together suddenly turned pitch black.
In the next moment, the distorted and blackened void returned to normal, and the fingers of Yemo Kill One and Poor Sang Sheng had also separated, as if nothing had happened, Ye Mo Kill One took three steps back, and retreated to stand behind Ji Hao, while Poor Sang Sheng frowned, and quietly moved three steps sideways, quietly moving away from Ji Hao seven or eight feet away.
"The command of Marquis Yao is really extraordinary, I can't imagine that there is actually the power of the alien Sun and Moon Realm hidden.
Moreover, it is actually the most lethal and murderous alien power of the Yan Ri lineage, which is amazing, it is really amazing."
Looking at the poor Sangsheng's suffocated blue face, Ji Hao felt a burst of amusement in his heart.
After pondering for a moment, Ji Hao said indifferently: "This is virtuous, like the Sycamore Divine Tree, and its own divine bird and phoenix are thousands of miles away from it.
It is also a matter of course that a few foreign powers are inspired by virtue and are pious and obedient. ” The big pottery bowl in Ji Wenming's hand trembled, and he almost smashed the pottery bowl with a slap.
Poor Sangsheng's face twitched, and his right hand, which was pinched by Yemo, was in severe pain, and he hid it in his sleeve and clenched his fist fiercely Ji Hao, do you still want to have a face, you don't say that you are virtuous and famous, just like the Sycamore Divine Tree Shines for thousands of miles, so you have inspired the divine bird Phoenix to fly thousands of miles away and live on your plane tree Yemo Kill One was even darker, and he glanced at Ji Hao's back with a bit of resentment, Ye Mo Kill One dared to swear with the soul of his ancestors for one hundred and eighty generations, he definitely did not submit to Ji Hao because of Ji Hao's moral call Yemo Kill wanted to say to Poor Sangsheng that he was inspired by Ji Hao's fist and was intimidated by Ji Hao's strong combat power, so he had no choice but to swear to become Ji Hao's slave.
That's because the fist, the heavy fist, has a fart relationship with virtue A few people quietly made a move here, and the poor Sanshuang over there had already fought with Heishui Yaoyao.
Ji Hao's divine sense shrouded the battlefield, carefully observing the battle process of Poor Sangshuang, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, this is the secret combat technique hidden by the Ten Days Kingdom, and it is also a unique combat method unique to the Poor Sang Clan The Dongyi archers represented by Yidi, their favorite is a few miles or dozens of miles apart, and there are powerful Dongyi archers who even like to be hundreds of miles, thousands of miles or even tens of thousands of miles apart, and snipe the enemy with a strong and domineering archery.
If they lose their bows and arrows, or are close to the enemy, the strength of Dongyi's archers will be at least eighty or ninety.
But Poor Sangshuang is fighting hand-to-hand with Heishui Yaoyao.
He held a longbow that was white and exuded a terrible chill, and the silver string was so thin that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.
Poor Sangshuang sometimes held the back of the bow with both hands, and sometimes waved the longbow with one hand, the thin transparent bowstring tore through the air, emitting a buzzing roar, bringing up extremely thin cold light, turning into a dense network of light to envelop Heishui Yaoyao's body.
Heishui spitted out the snake hyacinth, holding the scimitar tightly in his right hand, and also swung a large piece of knife light to protect his whole body.
Poor Sangshuang is like a dexterous flea jumping around the black water shuang, and there are afterimages he brought up in all directions, and at first glance, there are at least three or four hundred poor Sangshuang jumping around in mid-air.
Heishui changed the style of yelling and rampage when the demon clan was fighting, and his body was like a mountain suspended in mid-air without moving, allowing the poor Sangshuang to attack frantically, he just waved the scimitar and protected himself steadily.
The light of the knife and the bowstring kept colliding, and the tinkling and crunch made a very long sharp chirp, piercing the eardrums of people.
"Poor Sanshuang, a young man who has been quite outstanding in my clan over the years."
Poor Sangsheng looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "He, he has the potential of the emperor, and if he is given decades of training, he should be able to be qualified for the position of emperor." ” Poor Sangsheng smiled and said: "This kid is the most enthusiastic about the righteousness of the human race, so I heard that the Gonggong clan raised an army and blocked the human army's water control army here.
"Really, really, so enthusiastic."
Ji Hao looked at the poor Sangsheng head-on, and said word by word: "It's just that I'm afraid he doesn't have decades of time to practice."
You should know the poor mulberry gods and witches, Di Shun."
Poor Sangsheng waved his hand and interrupted Ji Hao's words, he looked at Ji Hao with an indifferent expression, and said lightly: "There are some things that can't be decided too early."
Who knows what the future will be like The changes in the world, just like the clouds in the sky, how can we mortal forces see through this unfathomable heavenly opportunity" Ji Hao said coldly without giving an inch: "The sky is measurable, the most unpredictable thing is the human heart."
Poor Sang Sheng pursed his lips and smiled, and said lightly: "The human heart is unpredictable, Yao Hou is afraid that he is wrong, we only have a heart of love for the human race, we only have a warm heart, a passion, our human heart, everyone in the world can see it clearly and clearly at a glance."
With a wave of his hand, Poor Sangsheng pointed to the door in front of him and said loudly: "Lord Xi Wenming, and Yaohou, you go to the side to rest."
These nine dragon gates, let my poor Sang clan open it, at least let all the people of the human race know that my poor Sang clan has made some contributions to the human race."
As soon as the words fell, a cry of pain came from there, and the longbow in the poor Sanshuang's hand suddenly rolled, and a large piece of flesh and blood was twisted from Hei Shui's arm.
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