Control The World

The early stage of the battle against the realm of the purple lake?

It's crazy. Long Yan took a deep breath. Ning Wufeng clearly has the ancient **** sculpture, which can suppress the strength of Han Yanli in chess, but he has no use.

"Haha, stinky boy. Do you know that you are hitting a stone with a egg?" Han Yanli laughed, and the surging fistlight exuded extremely overbearing power.

One punch blows to Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng's pupils were slightly cold, and the rotation speed of Yinyang Purple Lake had reached its peak, and the water, gold, and fire spirits lingering around him became more abundant.

"Life or death, you have to try it!" He snorted, and Rao is an ancient **** sculpture that can help him in the chess world. But out of chess, he will also face more powerful enemies, and then he can only rely on himself.

At this time, Han Yanli was his best touchstone.

"Zhen Tianzhi!"

Ning Wufeng's face sank and he slowly pushed it out with one finger. All the spiritual power poured into the fingertips, and the violent power began to rag.

In his mind, the Supreme Masterlessness reappeared. Even if it's the sky above me, as long as it blocks my way, I can kill with one finger!

With a loud noise, Ning Wufeng blasted to Han Yanli's fist.

The smashing of the radiant light burst out, and the spiritual power burst into rage in an instant.

Those who fought around were flew out by this powerful blast, and huge pits appeared on the ground out of thin air.

Han Yanli stumbled back three steps, while Ning Wufeng also took three steps.

However, before Han Yanli punched Ning Wufeng three steps back, he just shook himself. At this time, he used the power of the spirit, and he was only as good as Ning Wufeng.

Long Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, but Ning Wufeng actually blocked Han Yanli's move. He muttered to himself: "Is this kid so strong?"

Ning Wufeng exhaled his breath and calmed the turbulent spiritual power in his body. King Cang Lan was indeed the first person in the list of the year, and the Shuangzi Lake method he founded was really overbearing.

The strong souls of Shuangzi Lake and the domineering nature of Zhentian Fingers can actually shake the monk.

However, Han Yanli's pupils shrank a little, and with his strength at the beginning of his soul state, he was actually forced to retreat by a monk in the later period of the Purple Lake State.

"Boy, you've already irritated me." Han Yanli said with hate, before he only regarded Ning Wufeng as a roadblock, but it was the kind of roadblock that could be kicked away, but he didn't expect this kicking , But hit his feet.

His face became gloomy for a moment, and the fiery giant behind him stirred up the strong fire spirit again, staring fiercely at Ning Wufeng. Ning Wufeng's heart was agitated for a moment by the impulsive ancient momentum.

It was just a moment of sacrifice, Han Yanli's face sank, his body burst out, and a punch blasted to Ning Wufeng.

puff……

Ning Wufeng spit out inverse blood, covered his chest, and looked pale.

"Master, you are all right." Urs Maya's little face showed a worried expression, and he quickly raised Ning Wufeng up and asked in surprise.

Han Yanli saw that Uth Maya was so concerned about Ning Wufeng, her heart was burning with anger, her face flushed, her fists clenched blue.

"I'm fine." Ning Wufeng wiped the blood from the corner of the mouth, and the yin and yang purple lake was able to store a spirit element that was not weaker than the monk in the spirit world.

But the strength of monk spirit is all-around, speed, perception, strength. In addition, children of first-class forces like Han Yanli held countless hole cards in their hands and must not be underestimated.

He blocked Usimaa behind him, facing the salute.

Han Yanli's eyes burned in anger, and he roared, "Shit, you **** it!"

Roar ...

A fierce roar behind the fierce spirit behind him, dancing the war halberd, the violent spiritual power slammed, and smashed his head toward Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng, the yin and yang, and the purple lake were spinning wildly, and the extinguishing gun shot out like a golden mang burst.

The fantasy world is sinking!

The rich Jin Ling power came out and stabbed with a shot. Thousands of golden gun shadows followed, and even the surrounding fire spirit power was moved by Ning Wufeng.

There was a loud bang, countless shots of golden light, and the fierce war halberds of Han Yanli were killed together.

Wan Jun hurled Ning Wufeng's chest through the gun body, he moaned. The annihilation of the gun turned, the golden light burst, the light shone, and it stiffly resisted the fierce war halberd.

"Small boy, do you think you can stop me?" Han Yan sneered politely, grabbed in the air, and a halberd was added to his hand, and the halberd was blurred. The fierce war halberd blasted out again.

Bang bang ...

A dull thunder was rumbling, the fire was soaring, the fierce figure of the fireman was full of blue muscles, and the red fire light stained half of the sky.

"kill!"

An overbearing gaze stared at Ning Wufeng, and the halberds blasted off.

"Boy Ning." Long Yan could not help but whispered, is this guy still human? Fight against spirits with physical strength? Use the strength of the Purple Lake Realm to shake the power of the spirit realm!

Long Yan felt that his worldview, which had lived tens of thousands, began to collapse.

"I'm okay." Ning Wufeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, watching the whistling halberd, and laughed: "Good job!"

With a roar, his leg muscles burst into the air. The annihilation gun burst out with two violent spiritual powers of golden fire, and the war halberds of the fire brutal spirit blasted up.

There was a bang, and Ning Wufeng shuddered. Scarlet eyes were approaching Han Yanli. The power of the golden primordial **** penetrates into Han Yanli's mind through his eyes.

Han Yanli shuddered, "Why is there such a terrible look."

The power of Ning Wufeng's Yuanshen is several times stronger than the Yuanshen of the monks in the early days of ordinary gods, so the killing momentum broke out and even Han Yan's rituals were calmed down.

A brilliant golden light burst out from Ning Wufeng's hand. The torn sword that was torn out by Jin Yuan's sword was forcing Yan Yanli away.

With a bang, Ning Wufeng was stabbed firmly by Ning Wufeng. The spirit soul intersects with the monk Yuanshen, and Han Yanli is also involved, and a burst of blood spurts out.

He suddenly woke up and yelled, "Shit, you dare hurt me!"

A roar.

"Red Fire Nine-day Spirit!"

The fire spirit behind Han Yanli suddenly burst into countless auras. Between the breath, Emmanuel turned into a stream of fire, and the fire was like the sword light. With the shock of the fireman's spirit, the fire hit the Ning Wufeng stunned.

The coverage of the fire was extremely wide, and the howling golden wolf that was contaminated by the fire was instantly burnt and fleshy. Rao was a brutal man living in the Fire Spirit Realm who encountered such an overbearing fire and was burnt black.

Ning Wufeng was the first. Countless fires raging in the air sent a terrible momentum.

With a bang, suddenly, a stream of fire hit his chest. Rao is a nine-turned Ming Wangjue protector, Ning Wufeng also felt that the ribs on his chest were going to crack open.

"Ah!" He groaned, and quickly released his sense of consciousness, exhibited thousands of miles, and crossed the shadows in the red fire.

Roar ...

At this time, Xiaoyue Golden Wolf and Tian Can Scholars also fought to their side. The wolf king roared low, and the turbulent blood power instantly rolled out the turbulent red fire.

Han Yanli exclaimed with horror. The crippled scholar in front of him shouted.

"Mountains and rivers!"

The jade fracture fan in his hand suddenly unfolded, and magnificent scenes of rivers and mountains emerged from the folding fan. Overlapping mountains and mountains.

The fire that came back was submerged in a mountain fan, and was instantly engulfed.

"Son, let's go." Tian Can scholars sank and whispered, and they underestimated the strength of the two thousand Xiaoyue Golden Wolves, three thousand three tribe warriors, and eight thousand Li Wang generals.

One or five monks on their side were killed in battle, and the remaining ones were badly injured.

Di Que King Kong also retreated while fighting. He was attacked by the combination of fiery sun and Jin Tiandao, but he could not get any benefit.

Han Yanli's face showed a thick unwillingness, and Ning Wufeng was able to be subdued by watching, but he was let away.

"Hateful!" Han Yanli had never been so aggrieved. He stared at Ning Wufeng with a cold stare, and hummed coldly, "Shit boy, I won't just let it go!"

The fire spirit behind disappeared, and he left in the air.

Despair of Heaven and other Hermitages also followed.

Ning Wufeng snorted, and a spit of blood spewed out, and Uth Maya whispered, and quickly came to support him.

"Master, you are all right." Usmaya asked anxiously, wiping the blood from the corner of Ning Wufeng with a small handkerchief.

"I'm fine." Ning Wufeng shook his head, looked at the distant Han Yanli, and secretly said: Is this the monk strength of the Great Qin Empire? I will surpass you!

He clenched his fists and frowned.

The longer the chess scene is open, the more powerful players will enter the chess scene. The enemies he will face are not only the candle dragon old demon, but also these future peerless powerhouses!

Cangling City, the Winter Palace. I remember the name!

Roar ...

The Howling Wolves King roared low, and led the remaining Howling Wolves to the side. The flesh flew open on him, and his injuries were not light.

Scarlet eyes looked at Ning Wufeng for a long time. Before that, he also saw the battle between Ning Wufeng and Han Yanli. He was obviously at a disadvantage. This little point was not timid.

"You will become very strong." The sound of Xiaoyue Golden Wolf resounded in Ning Wufeng's mind and said, it turned around and disappeared in Shicheng with thousands of Xiaoyue Golden Wolf.

Jin Tiandao clenched his fists and shouted in the direction that the Moon King Wolf disappeared, "Wolf King, the ancestor of the ancestors, I will find you!"

Roar ...

In response to him was a thick wolf roar, followed by a thick wolf roar.

Ning Wufeng looked at the direction of the Wolf King's departure, his mouth slightly raised. The Wolf King spoke well, he would become stronger, otherwise he who died would be dead!

The immortal continent of weak meat and strong food, do not want to die, you must make yourself stronger!