"Wonderful, I'm a poor boy" Ji Hao suddenly went berserk, and there were even more powerful warriors at the level of Yemo Kill One by the Eight Classics of Witch God by his side, as well as Yu Mu, Feng Xing, and Yuan Li, three tricky characters who were absolutely difficult to provoke, and Ji Wenming also put on a posture that could be used to set up a stall at any time, and the poor Sang Sheng retreated.
There was fear and worry in his heart, and more anger rushed to his head, but poor Sangsheng didn't dare to turn his face with Ji Hao face to face.
Poor Sangshuang suddenly saw a flaw, the longbow in his hand shook, and the bowstring broke through Heishui's knife net with a sharp sound, and hung on Heishui's face.
The bowstring was ridiculously sharp, and with a slight cut, it cut off all the flesh and skin of half of the black water squirt's cheeks, revealing his cheekbones that were as black as black iron.
Seeing that Poor Sangshuang succeeded again, Poor Sangsheng appropriately changed the topic, no longer confronting Ji Hao and Ji Wenming, but turned around and stroked his palms and laughed, cheering for Poor Sangshuang.
On the back of the golden-winged eagle suspended in mid-air, tens of thousands of elite warriors of the Poor Sang Clan suddenly raised their weapons in unison and shouted: "Strong, I am a poor Sang boy; Wonderful, I'm a poor boy."
The powerful and terrifying heritage of the Poor Sang Clan was revealed in this loud roar, and the corners of Ji Hao's eyes jumped slightly, and from the roars of tens of thousands of Poor Sang Clan's warriors, he felt more than ten powerful beings who had touched the threshold of the Witch God Realm.
As for the strong combat power of the Witch Emperor and the Witch King, they accounted for more than half of these poor warriors.
The rest of the warriors were of course the strength of the Great Witch level, but when they roared, there was a faint starlight around them, and it was obvious that they were also about to condense their natal star power and set foot in the realm of the Witch King.
Ji Hao was secretly frightened, the Poor Sang Clan was really extraordinary, no wonder Ji Wenming tolerated the Poor Sang Saint in every way.
Not to mention how many powerful existences there are in the Poor Sang Clan, just this army in front of him, leaving aside Ji Hao and Ye Mo to kill them, these monster-level existences whose strength is beyond the norm, the army brought by the Poor Sang Saint can easily destroy more than a dozen Yaoshan Collars.
Ji Hao frowned and looked at the battlefield, and listened to Hei Shui's muffled snort, the scimitar in his hand was not messy at all, and it still sprinkled dense knife light and held on to the poor Sangshuang.
Is it not, the black water hyaccia will suddenly squirt out the long snake hyacinth, and I don't know how huge the black water hyacinth is, his snake hyaccia can sometimes squirt out hundreds of zhang long, like a twisted and flexible spear, stabbing at the poor Sangshuang along an extremely strange trajectory.
But Poor Sangshuang's movements were so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and the sky was full of white and blurry afterimages left by him, and the black water snake hyacinth brushed his body again and again, but he didn't even hurt a single hair.
Suddenly, there was another loud roar, and Heishui screamed in pain, and a large piece of blood spurted out of his mouth.
Ji Hao saw it clearly, Heishui was like a death, and he wrapped his snake letter like a spring, and swirled around the poor Sangshuang's body.
As a result, Poor Sangshuang took advantage of the situation and rushed into his snake letter, and with a slight stroke of the longbow in his hand, the black water snake letter was cut into dozens of sections.
The snakehyacinth, which was the thickness of the baby's fist, squirmed violently and convulsed and fell from the sky, and the black water hyaccian withdrew most of the hyacinth, and the wound continued to spurt blood.
He hissed in pain, and the wound on his cheek kept spurting out a large amount of blood, and the bloody black water squirted like a demon who had just crawled out of the hell of the pool of blood.
"Mere water demons, how can they be the opponents of my poor Sang clan's elite boys" Poor Sang Sheng turned his head extremely proudly and glanced at Ji Hao: "The background of my poor Sang clan, how can these water demons imagine that my poor Sang clan doesn't do things, since I do things, I must do a good job" Ji Hao was silent, he looked at the black water swasher covered in blood, and only felt a little strange.
It seems that Heishui shouldn't be so weak, looking at the monstrous murderous aura on his body, how can this guy be so weak Poor Sangshuang's strength is very strong, but it is not strong enough to comprehensively crush the level of Heishui Yao, it can be distinguished from the breath on Poor Sangshuang's body, this is a pampered nobleman who has never experienced a real life-and-death battle, he may have a lot of combat experience, and it must be under the heavy protection of his own guards, the experience brought to him by carefully arranged battles.
How could he be so defeated that Heishui couldn't fight back "Not to mention that the Sky Splitting Silver Scale Bow in Shuang'er's hand is a half-step witch god-level treasure, just the feather coat on Shuang'er's body is made of the feathers of the Void Phoenix."
Poor Sang Sheng said to Ji Hao in the tone of a rich man in the city teaching a poor barehead in the countryside: "Void Phoenix, that is a different species of the Phoenix Clan, has the talent of shuttling through the void and flying through the air, and its flight is extinct, and its speed is the best of the Phoenix Clan. ” "The feather coat made of the feathers of the void phoenix, I have only thirteen pieces in total.
Wearing this feather coat, no one in the world can compete with Frost for speed, on the battlefield, only he fights others, and no one else beats him."
Poor Sangsheng smiled proudly.
Ji Hao raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything.
Wearing a feather coat made of the feathers of the void phoenix, Poor Sangshuang is the fastest flying person in the world It's really a frog at the bottom of the well, where do you put the Golden Bridge of Heaven and Earth, don't talk about the Golden Bridge of Heaven and Earth, just the Nine Dragons chariot left by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, his flight speed is terrifying, and a broken feather coat of your poor Sanshuang can compare the speed with the car of the ancient emperor Although the "middle" poor Sangshuang has been fighting with Heishui Yaoyao, his attention has always been here, and he has always been on the poor Sangsheng.
Hearing Poor Sangsheng's praise for himself, Poor Sangshuang couldn't help grinning, and with a loud roar, the bowstring quickly crossed Heishui Yaoyao's shoulder, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood from his shoulder. , there was another roar, and Poor Sanshuang riskily broke into the shielding ring of the black water scimitar, and with a shake of the bowstring, a large piece of blood fell on the black water sword's chest.
Middle, middle, middle, on the battlefield, I heard the triumphant roar of Poor Sangshuang, and every time he roared, Poor Sangshuang could always twist a large piece of flesh and blood on Heishui Yaoyao's body.
Soon the Blackwater Lady was covered in bruises, almost sliced into a skeleton.
"Yaohou, my boy, what's the matter" Poor Sangsheng glanced at Ji Hao proudly.
The corners of Ji Hao's eyes twitched, he suddenly felt that something was wrong there, his divine sense swept towards the battlefield, and finally found something wrong.
He yelled, and as soon as his body moved, he was about to rush to the battlefield, but the corner of his eyes lifted and he suddenly pointed at Ji Hao.
An invisible giant force descended out of thin air, and with Ji Hao's strength, he was imprisoned by this huge force for a tenth of the time.
While Ji Hao struggled hard, the bowstring in the poor Sangshuang's hand cut into the neck of the black water sang, and he roared at the same time as he shot out, and when the bowstring cut into the neck of the black water sang, he smiled and looked back at the poor sangsheng.
Hei Shui's eyes suddenly widened, he dropped the scimitar, his body shook, and his upper body turned into a giant snake, swallowing the poor Sangshuang in one gulp.
With a few clicks and a sharp chew, the poor mulberry was chewed into a lump of meat scraps.
To be continued
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