The Magus Era Chapter 1255: Poor mulberry frost, falling down
"Miao, my poor son!"
Ji Hao Sudden spike, more around me Yemo Sha Yizhengbajing Magus God Powerful levels Warrior ,and also Yu Mu , Feng Xin , Yuan Li These three tricky characters that are absolutely difficult to provoke exist, Si Wenming He also put on a stance that could stand up at any time, and the poor Sang Sheng shrank back.
Fear and worry are hidden in the heart, and more is a anger straight into the head, but Poung Sang Sheng dare not turn face to face with Ji Hao.
The poor mulberry frost suddenly saw a flaw, and Longbow shook in his hand. The bowstring broke a knife net with a sharp sound and hung on Hei Shui's face. The bowstring was ridiculously sharp, and with a single cut, all the flesh on half of the cheek was cut off, revealing his black cheek bones like black iron.
After seeing the poor Sangshuang succeed again, the poor Sangshen changed the topic just right, no longer confronting Ji Hao, Si Wenming toughly, but turned around and laughed, cheering for the poor Sangshuang.
That head was suspended on the back of a golden-winged vulture in the air, tens of thousands of poor Sang's elite Warrior suddenly simultaneously raised his weapon and shouted: "Strong, I am a poor man; Miao, I am a poor man! "
The strong and terrible foundation of the poor Sang's was revealed in this roar, and the corner of Ji Hao jumped slightly. He felt the powerful existence of more than ten people who had touched the threshold of Magus God Realm from the Warrior roar of tens of poor Sang .
As for the Divine Magi and Magus King-class horizontal combat power, they occupy more than half of these poor Warrior. The remaining Warrior are of Great Magus level strength, but when they roar, there are faint Star Light around them. Obviously they are about to consolidate their natal star power and set foot in Magus King.
Ji Hao is secretly shocked. Poor Sang's strength is extraordinary. No wonder Si Wenming tolerates poor Sangsang.
Not to mention how much more powerful the Cangsang clan exists, the army in front of the eyes alone, leaving Ji Hao, Yemo Sha-their strength beyond the conventional monster-level existence, the army brought by Cangsang Sheng can Kill a dozen Yao Mountain City with ease.
Ji Hao frowned and looked at the battlefield. Hearing black water moaned. The machete in his hand was not messy, but the dense knife light and the poor frost still stale.
Yes, the black water salamander will suddenly spray out the long snake letter, and I do n’t know how big the black water salamander's body is. His snake letter sometimes can spray hundreds of feet long. Like a twisted and flexible spear, he stabbed Po Sang Shuang fiercely along the extremely strange track.
But the action of Poong Sang Shuang was so fast that he couldn't see clearly. The sky was filled with white and fuzzy afterimages. The black water snake snake brushed his body over and over, but He didn't hurt a single hair.
Suddenly there was another roar, black water screamed in pain, and a lot of blood sprayed out of his mouth.
Ji Hao sees the score, and Heishui is dying, he wraps his snake letter like a spring, and twirls it to the body of the poor mulberry. As a result, the poor mulberry frosted into his snake letter, and Longbow swiped gently in his hand, and the black letter of the snake letter was cut into dozens of knots.
The baby fist's thick snake fist twitched violently and twitched from the sky. The black water falcon recovered most of the snake flock, and the wound kept spraying blood. He was groaning with hissing pain. The wound on his cheek continued to spray a lot of blood, and the black water gurgle covered with blood looked like the evil spirit who had just crawled out of the blood pool hell.
"How can the water monster be my opponent of the poor Sang's elite men?" The poor Sang Sheng turned his head proudly and glanced at Ji Hao: "Is foundation of my poor Sang's? I can imagine? My poor Sangs do n’t do anything, since they do things, they must do well! "
Ji Hao didn't say anything in silence. He looked at the black water corpse covered with blood, only to find it a little strange.
It seems that Heishuiyu shouldn't be so weak. How can this guy be so weak?
The strength of the poor mulberry frost is very strong, but it is not strong enough to fully crush the black leeches? It can be discerned from the breath of the poor mulberry frost that this is a noble man who is respected and superior and has never experienced real life and death killing. He may have a lot of combat experience and must be under the protection of his own guard. The experience brought to him by carefully arranged battles.
How could he be so frustrated that he can't fight?
"Not to mention Shuanger's" Silver Sky Silver Scale Bow "is a half-step Magus God-level treasure. The jacket on Shuanger's body alone is made of the feathers of the" empty phoenix ". The rich people in the Holy City taught the poor peasants in the countryside to the Ji Hao: "The emptiness of the phoenix, which is a alien species of the Phoenix family, has the talent to shuttle the void and fly in the sky, and the flight is extinct and the speed is the highest."
"I have only thirteen feather coats made of the phoenix feathers of the empty white phoenix. In this coat, no one in the world can compete with Shuang Er. On the battlefield, only he Hit others, no one hit him! "
The poor Sang Sheng smiled proudly.
Ji Hao raised an eyebrow and didn't say a word. Putting on a feather coat made of the feathers of the empty white phoenix, is the poorest person flying the fastest in the world?
It's a frog at the bottom of the well. Where do you put Heaven and Earth Golden Bridge? Don't say Heaven and Earth Golden Bridge, just the Nine Dragons Chariot left by Taihuang Taiyi, his flight speed can be described as horrible. A poor feather jacket of your poor mulberry can compare with the speed of the ancient emperor's car?
"Medium!" Although Poong Sang Shuang has been fighting Hei Shui Ling, his attention has been focused on Po Sang Sheng.
Hearing praise from poor Sang Sheng, poor Sang Shuang could not help grinning, he shouted 'Middle', and the bowstring quickly struck the shoulder of Black Water Mare, tearing the old man from his shoulder. .
‘Middle’ is another roar. Poor Sang Shuang took a risky step into the scimitar circle of the Blackwater Cormorant, shook his bowstring, and put a large piece of blood on the chest of the Blackwater Cormorant.
'Zhong', 'Zhong', 'Zhong', on the battlefield, you can hear the loud roar of Poong Sang Shuang, and with each roar, Poong Sang Shuang can always twist a large piece of black water maggot flesh. Soon the black water urn became scaly and almost cut into a skeleton frame.
"Marquis Yao, my boy, how about it?" Poon Sangsheng glanced proudly at Ji Hao.
Ji Hao's eyes flickered. He suddenly felt that something was wrong there. His Divine Sense swept the battlefield and finally found something wrong. He yelled, and his body was about to rush to the battlefield, but the poor sage's eyes darted to suddenly Ji Hao.
An invisible giant force has fallen out of the air. With the strength of Ji Hao, it is imprisoned by this huge force for one tenth of a minute.
Ji Hao While struggling hard, Poong Sang Shuang's bow string was cut to the neck of Hei Shui Ling, and he yelled 'kill' as he shot. When the bow string cut into the neck of Hei Shui He, he laughed. He looked back at the poor Sang Sheng.
Hei Shuiyu's eyes suddenly opened round, he dropped his machete, his body flickered, his upper body turned into a giant snake, and he swallowed the poor frost.
‘click’. Chewing a few times, the poor mulberry cream was chewed into a ball of meat.
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