The reason why Xiangliu and Kuafu can come and go freely is because of the effect of the wind strategy - they are integrated into the wind and are still shiny.

If secret strategy can prevent you from being noticed by others through the five senses, then Feng Style can allow you to be seen by your eyes and have no way to perceive it. Even if you use your spiritual sense to scan it, you will not perceive it.

The two quietly evacuated Beichuan City and did not remind anyone that the two were watching the tigers. Now that they saw the two tigers fighting each other, they were ready to catch them all in one go.

In Beichuan City.

King Quanrong has now recovered one foot. He found that the Sword Emperor was chasing him again, and roared in anger. He carried the giant axe and rushed forward like a giant beast.

Xia Ji's body was unable to speak.

King Quanrong did not speak the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The two met and had no communication.

This strike is nuclear bombs against nuclear bombs.

The entire Beichuan City could not withstand the bombardment of two people.

King Quanrong was among the 100,000 giant Quanrong soldiers. He was at home. His military soul and evil spirit were mobilized at will. In addition, he had also understood the power of the myth of killing disaster. Every move would appear in the air, and the shadow of the axe would occasionally drag a hundred feet out of the sky, falling like a demon thunder, cutting off countless romantic flows and shattering countless rocks.

One slash is a long valley of hundreds of meters.

Once it is chopped, it will be a magnitude 5 and 6 earthquake.

But Xia Ji was not afraid at all.

With 30,000 years of true energy, 600 tons of strength, plus Marrying Month Wuxiang and other growth rates, the explosive power can be directly increased to 1,200 tons of strength.

The blood evil spirit.

Occupy half of the killing disaster.

In terms of strength, perhaps he was still less than the Quanrong King with the military spirit, but in terms of speed, the Quanrong King was completely unable to compare with him.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The air flows shimmeringly, and the middle one is the dazzling sword light.

When the two fought, the rows of attics on both sides of the roll were like weeds in the wind, completely lifted up, sometimes flying outward, sometimes gathering towards the two. Every time the giant axe and the long sword were touched, a loud roar would be made.

The sound was ten times louder than "The naughty child was holding a small firecracker in your ears", and his eardrums were about to be broken, and those who were close to the two had already felt a heat in their ears, and two streams of passionate blood flowed out.

King Quanrong has more power as a military soul giant, and has less blood evil energy.

Xia Ji had half of his bloody energy, but he had less of the previous "After Abandoned Eight Trigrams" that were endlessly unknown mythological talismans.

They all declined and rose, to put it bluntly, they were probably still the same.

If King Quanrong condenses 100,000 military spirits, then Xia Ji turns his head and runs away, and King Quanrong can't catch up. Overall, it's still the same.

The soldiers of the Quanrong could not bear it, and the soldiers and people who fought in the streets of Dazhou could not bear it. There were these two people fighting, both in the same place, and no one wanted to cover their ears and run away from afar.

You are fighting well here. As long as the two human-shaped universe beasts are approaching and blown by their strong wind, they will be like a knife. Once they are in the air, they will be like being lingchied by thousands of swords, or like being nuke Yu*ji of a nuclear bomb. Maybe before they meet, half of the person will be gone.

so...

The masters of Quanrong, the traitors of the Great Zhou, the soldiers of the Great Zhou, the strong men and the people all ran away and watched the battle from afar.

It is not appropriate to say that it is to watch the game.

It was this group of people who were completely confused. Seeing the impact of the two fighting, their brains were shocked and blank. Before they could wake up, this was an incomprehensible power.

The actual phantom of the power of each shocking space will make them feel heartbroken.

Some of the giant Quanrong soldiers gathered more and more, cooperating with the Quanrong King from afar, allowing the king to mobilize his power, thus making every attack of Quanrong King stronger.

On the other side.

Xiangliu and Kuafu have been running thousands of meters.

The two looked at each other.

In the distance, Beichuan City has become a bit the size of beans, and it is obviously a safe area.

Kuafu looked at such a long distance and said curiously: "How did you detonate the explosives under the city?"

Xiang Liu said: "You don't know the magic of Yi Renguo yet, do you? Let you see their remote control power today."

As he said that, the elegant middle-aged general took out a ferrous metal from his arms, and a red button in the center.

Kuafu came over and looked at it, marveling, "Just press it?"

Xiang Liu said: "Of course."

...

At this moment, King Quanrong and Xia Ji fought again, and both of them suddenly stopped, and a strange crisis arose in their hearts.

This is a thought...

The two of them are now both fusion killing people. At this time, they were like they were cheating, and a "sirens" came wildly in their minds.

The next thought...

The two of them gave up and continued to kill each other in a tacit understanding.

The King of Quanrong raised his hand and roared with no idea. The soldiers of Quanrong in the distance also roared, and a giant soldier of soldiers began to appear and rose.

This thought...

Xia Ji closed his eyes, calming all his nerves and directly falling into a dream.

In the dream world, he originally wanted to find the nameless king, but he saw Murong Yanran who had been missing for a long time looking at him with a smile.

“The Lord…”

Xia Ji didn't care about the change of Meng Po's name again, and he said directly: "Kill the Southern Barbarian King, now! Can you do it?"

He didn't know how much Meng Po had controlled the Southern Barbarian King...

But he only has this way to inform.

Murong Yanran looked at him gently and responded obediently: "Yes."

In the Abyss of the Red Mansion, Murong Yanran opened her eyes. She had taken off her gray clothes at some point and changed into a white silk cheongsam. Her robe was embroidered with some antique peach blossoms. She didn't see any movement. In an instant, another Meng Po appeared at the exit of the cave. The speed was so fast that she left two afterimages in the space. A cold and silent Meng Po mask was pressed on her face.

She should have held an oil-paper umbrella on the bluestone bridge with flowing water and misty rain, waiting for the romantic talent to see the scenery to make love. She recites a poem and looks back, the beginning of a romantic story.

But she put on the mask of the underground queen in the bottomless abyss.

A pair of tiny hands danced.

When they are formed in one place, a barrier is formed around them.

This barrier is like a cage.

Meng Po had seen a larger red dot in an instant, and her five fingers were filled with the aura of destruction of the Kingdom of Death, and she grabbed it in the air.

At the red dot, there was a tall bearded man, the King of the Southern Barbarians. This king had blood stained with his hands, murdered people like numbness, and was domineering, but at this time he was extremely panicked. With the movement of Meng Po's palm, he suddenly began to forget, and then his eyes were confused... A gentle voice came into his mind, "It's time to go on the road."

It's time to go on the road...

Going on the road...

Going on the road...

The sound is ethereal and ethereal, and it comes from the distant mountain, making people immerse themselves in it, and they can't help but want to listen to this sound.

The Southern Barbarian King's eyes were clear and not confused, but the things in his mind were changed, so he stood up very decisively, as if he was hypnotized, raised his hand and slapped his celestial spirit cover with a palm.

Bang...

The head was broken.

Meng Mulu on the side was startled and almost jumped up and shouted in barbarian words: "King, king!!"

Murong Yanran slowly retracted her palm. She returned to the house, took off the white silk peach blossom cheongsam, folded it carefully, put it in the red box under the bed with an oil paper umbrella, and then walked out of Meng Po, who was already a gray-gold robe.

She killed someone for her master and now she is going to deal with the Southern Barbarian myth.

...

With the death of the Southern Barbarian King.

That one percent of the killing energy left outside was released. Although outsiders could not see any changes, both Quanrong King and Xia Ji had a strange understanding.

Both of them obtained an additional slight killing qualification.

and...

This world...

This world...

The one who survived the two of them was the Lord of Killing and Killing.

There will be no third person to disrupt the situation.

However, at this time, they were not ready to kill each other.
To be continued...