Chapter: 7877
Some people also said: "Impulsive, ignorant, ignorant, or too young, she doesn't know what fear is at all? A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and she lost her life because of impulsiveness. The best way is to follow the big team below. In order to save your life, as long as you are alive, you will have the opportunity to plan other things."
"That's right, the three major forces are very powerful, like gods, we need to look up to them, but they also have things for us to do, we are useful, they will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, so don't keep a low profile at this time, jump up to help When others resist things, shoot the first bird."
Among the many forces in the ancient martial arts world, some people shook their heads again and again, not optimistic about the two people on the stage.
Among the few voices of discussion.
Mo Qinghan opened his mouth, and he said lightly: "What? A native came, did you startle? The game is still going on, are you resting?"
hiss!
The black-eyed man gasped, his face changed slightly, he arched his body, and said in a low voice:
"Yes, I'll kill them now, little one."
This time, the black-eyed man was afraid of offending Mo Qinghan, so he didn't dare to procrastinate.
His hands suddenly burst into two scorching rays of light.
"It's just an extra native."
The black-eyed man let out his bloodthirsty smile again: "It's just killing one more person, hehehe, try my secret technique of certain kill."
"Mengmeng be careful!"
Felina's pretty face changed, and she exclaimed, "Go, he's very strong."
She still doesn't know what level Mengmeng's combat power is now. She was extremely worried for a while, and her eyes searched quickly. When she saw Zhang Han and others, she was relieved.
If everyone is there, it's fine.
I thought it would be Uncle Zhang who made the move, but Mengmeng's plain voice sounded in my ear:
"What the hell? It's gimmicky."
Mengmeng's left hand reached forward, and the fierceness in her body quickly condensed into a secret technique. A huge red fireball emerged in the air, directly suppressing the light emitted by the man with black pupils.
The fireball roared away.
"What!"
The black-eyed man's complexion changed drastically, and he wanted to avoid and resist.
But the fireball suddenly turned into a sea of flames, like a big wave on the sea, coming horizontally.
Hush, huh, huh, huh, huh!
A broken body fell onto the stone platform.
Extremely arrogant, the black-eyed man who claimed to be the first person to transform into a god, died.
"God Transformation Invincible?"
Zhang Han shook his head slightly.
In those few strokes, he is also a master among Xinghe's cultivators of transforming spirits, but he can also compare with others in terms of points.
"oh?"