The big magic wand wanders around him like a lively symbol, like a vivid fish, the wisps of scarlet and white colors are drawn by it, and it passes back and forth between it and Li Cang. In a physical sense, it is visualized, and the eyes of Li Cang, whose pupils are filled with blood, are shuttled back and forth in the sticky and thick fog, as if they are extraterritorial demons described in some dangerous literature.

The real aura fiddles with the thick fog, and cleanses up terrifying waves of water.

"What are you looking at?"

Li Cang suddenly burst out, Aesolye's burnt his hand, and the big wand and he ran towards the same target in two different trajectories.

Li Cang's movement quickly aroused the turbulence of the thick fog, disturbing layers of electric and optical branches and turning into countless large and small and slightly soft and cute plasma balls. However, these plasma balls failed to use the random magic of the explosion and duality as Li Cang used to test before. At the same time, the large wand with multiple attributes of armor, destruction, destruction, and destruction was agile and swinging its tail. The red and white energy turbulence instantly annihilated these plasma balls invisible.

The burning of Aesoley lit up the thick fog, reflecting more than a dozen panic-scattered backs scattered in different locations and running wildly.

Only a vulgar martial artist would like to act. Li Cang was so disdainful, but the other party was too capable of craftsmanship. They felt that they were not moving, and they would really try to use this kind of self-deception to capture Cang's sustainable blockade and siege.

At this time, the other party finally realized how outrageous this thick fog was for the inaction of the life-seeking ghost in front of him: "This bad guy is useless except hindering his own actions! Take off! Get rid of it quickly!"

"Um?"

There is never a shortage of colonization and nourishment in this world, but it is interesting to be the guy who is in the Amelika Federation who is in the state of prosperity of the 3/7 base. As the saying goes, a filial son appears under the stick. The big wand suddenly turns, and accelerates in the air for a second time. The tip tear out two consecutive arc-surface shock waves, and the joints are instantly red.

The blond hair and blue eyes that were originally pointed at by the big wand were so moved that tears burst out from the corners of his eyes: Good man, what kind of fucking behavior is this? What kind of fucking internationalism is this unyielding, desireless, fearless and fearless?

The guy who spoke didn't expect that the big wand could be flexible to the level of elegance and acceleration of right-angle turn. He was wiped by Aesolyezhi's fiery for a while and could not make a second change of direction dodging. He chose to resist directly, and his hands were made into seals. The traces of fingers bloomed like lotus flowers in his dantian, quickly condensed into a thick octagonal shield with golden light, blocking the front direction so that it was blocked.

Boom ~

The octagonal shield looks illusory, but it has a physically striking feeling. The fragments sputtered between the two like meteors rising and falling, and accompanied by an extremely impressive killing effect. Once the fragments touch the human body, they will cause a second explosion. When Li Cang was caught off guard, the ferocious dragon robe turned into a strand of beggar suit, and the entire front was full of holes and blood gushed.

"Hey! You puff-"

The man had just laughed and seemed to be sarcastic about a few words of sarcasm, but he suddenly realized something. His face was as pale as paper due to excitement and excitement. He even had ferocious cracks that were even more exaggerated than Li Cang's body. The blood was soaring out extremely fast that he almost became a human spray can, and the blood was foggy about half a foot away from his body.

Li Cang's grappling movement did not change at all due to the injury. During the opponent's stiffness, he held his shoulders with one hand and raised his legs and knees.

Some kind of broken meat balls followed by a cracked explosion of bones.

Four or five pieces of pale fragments as big as babies' fists exploded from the lumbar part of their lumbar spine and flew out with blood.

"Hiss..." Hesitated this guy's body, which was cooked with flesh and tendons, and then wiped his hands, and wiped his hands hard, without looking at him. Li Cang sucked his teeth and sighed as follows: "It hurts even if you think about it, well, give you a smooth freak fire, and enjoy the last moment of life. It is said that the more painful the way of death, the more solid the soul is, it will help you reincarnate as soon as possible. Don't look at me, I heard what I said in the novel, just enlighten you to do good deeds by the way, don't take it too seriously."

In the realm of the Silver Ridge Giant Beast, the Great Demon himself is still there. To some extent, it can almost represent the concept of "injury" being erased from this space node and replaced with "death". If you can barely leave some bones, you have to say that Liliana just happened to be away, otherwise the soul would have rubbed you and made soup tonic.

After taking this part alone, the Silver Bell Bell Monster is obviously worse than Liliana.

Is it reasonable to eat raw?

It's insulting!

After solving this guy who was talking about the local accent, Li Cang's physical pleasure level suddenly rose to a big step, like a spring breeze, smiling, and stepped on his long legs without hesitation toward the next crowd gathering point-

"He's here! He's here again!"

"What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for death?!"

"Fake, a group of pigs who are not good enough to do anything, it is really a shame for me to step on the same land as guys like you!"

"Look at the sword!"

The next second, a giant arrow that was at least three meters long, dark as if it could swallow light shot Li Cang in front of him. Swish, swish, two more ferocious arrows with a tricky angle attached to some kind of binding force field and toxin turned him into a human tripod, nailed to the ground, and the hazy halo rushed from the arrow feathers to the arrow clusters. The force field grabbed the ground under his feet. As Li Cang exerted his force, the ground was trembling violently.

Li Cang:(ಠ◡ಠ)

First, the guy opposite was obviously holding it back, and the sound of "kanjian" was specially pronounced in broken Chinese.

Second, a rather embarrassing question. Li Cang's usual style is to maximize the effectiveness of his father's vest. After all, this thing is really easy to use and occasionally the chance of being higher than the output of his full-strength attack. Therefore, for various attacks, he will try his best to restrain his instinct from beginning to end.

Swords and arrows are usually not generalized, but sometimes, swords and arrows and arrows seem to be the same thing again...

emmm..

Let me think about it carefully. If I was not wrong, I should have remembered it correctly. The last time I was nailed into a caltrop like this seemed to be the last time. In short, you are a habitual offender!

Crack.
Chapter completed!