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After Si Peng asked this sentence, he shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that he was so afraid of Bai Shuai that he couldn't even see this clearly. It was really ridiculous.

Meng Zhaoruo is really handsome Bai, how could he deliberately reveal the shocking power of this evil soldier?

He should try his best to hide it, so that everyone will not know the truth of this.

Meng Zhao smiled, and did not answer the question directly, but said,
"Instead of worrying about who I am and who I am, it is better to focus on the present and discuss a feasible method.

How to subdue this evil soldier, Qiu Lian's death means that Bai Shuai's plan is also inappropriate, this might not be your chance. "

Meng Zhao is now also studying the issue of the evil soldiers. This thing is very evil and powerful. Although he is confident, he is not arrogant, and he doesn't want to capsize in the gutter.

Xu Fei flicked his big iron gun fiercely, and it whizzed across the air, the shadow of the gun was heavy, his eyes widened and he said,
"Nonsense, you hold the Heavenly Evil Battle Box in your hand, how can you tell us to surrender the evil soldiers? Hurry up and hand over this battle box, otherwise, no matter what your background is, you will have a hard time dying today."

He has a rough appearance and is not a reckless person at all, but the evil soldiers have a lot to do with him, so he couldn't hold back his thoughts, his eyes were cold and stern, and at the same time, a ray of murderous intent attacked Meng Zhao.

If he insists on holding the Heavenly Evil Battle Box in his hands, he will definitely become the target of public criticism, because anyone who is interested in evil soldiers does not want this battle box to fall into the hands of others.

"That's right, Lu Yang, no matter what your background is or what you think, first hand over the Heavenly Evil Battle Box.

After all, you are also a member of our Shenwei army now, and you are a general. I will not rush to you. "

At this time, Si Peng didn't bother to explore other things, and took the initiative to express his goodwill. He didn't want to pursue too much. The evil soldiers and the battle box were the most important things at the moment, and everything else had to be ranked behind.

Even if Meng Zhao's true identity is a member of the imperial court, it is not intolerable for Si Peng.

Because once he wins the evil soldiers, he will flee to the other side, and cut off from the Shenwei army in the future, Meng Zhao's identity is not important at all.

In addition, he still has a lot of puzzles about the evil soldiers breaking the limit. Even if they get the evil soldiers, they have to find a way to refine them into the body. He doesn't know this method, but Meng Zhao may know.

Not only Xu Fei, but also Si Peng, Xiang Qing, Wei Hua, He Xin, Yuan Qing and others all stared at Meng Zhao because they all believed that the Heavenly Evil War Box might be the key to restraining the evil soldiers.

This can be seen from the fact that Qiu Lian was full of confidence in holding the Heavenly Evil Battle Box before, and wanted to suppress the evil soldiers.

It's just that something went wrong halfway, the evil soldier was not suppressed, and the direct attack turned into a long needle, shooting it, and this is how the current situation came about.

But it is undeniable that the Tianxie battle box is definitely a very important point for the evil soldiers, so we have to pay attention to it.

Meng Zhao turned his head, looked at the crowd, and saw that their eyes were burning brightly, their aura rising, and their murderous intent was fierce. Faced with such a situation, those who are waiting for leisure are just asking for their own death, and they may succumb under pressure.

But who is he, and how mysterious and profound his martial arts are, this generation may show off his power in front of ordinary warriors, and threaten him, wouldn't it be ridiculous?

"You guys, normally you are smart people who don't involve themselves, and have keen observations, but once you get into the game, your eyes are confused, and you can't even see through the current situation.

Forget it, since the Tianxie battle box is already in my hands, I will naturally not hand it over. If you want it, you can grab it yourself! "

After all, Shi Shiran stretched his right hand forward, making a gesture of respect and ease, with a leisurely attitude, without the slightest worry and worry, which made everyone feel anxious.

On the one hand, they suspected that Meng Zhao was pretending to be inscrutable deliberately, but in fact it was an embroidered pillow, vulnerable to a single blow. On the other hand, they had to act cautiously for fear of being tricked by the other party.

Xu Fei didn't like Meng Zhao very much. He had seen Meng Zhao and Shen Zhihang fight before. Although his skill was good, he might not be able to withstand the joint suppression of so many people.

With a long roar, he said,
"Everyone, I'm afraid of the eggs, first take down this Lu person, and the Tianxie battle box belongs, and then we can discuss it later."

After all, without waiting for other people to react, he made a wrong step, like a horse riding a thousand miles, and a tragic momentum of a golden and iron horse was born.

His movement is like a bow, and he shoots tautly. The big iron spear in his hand protrudes like a poisonous dragon, and stabs at Meng Zhao suddenly.

The turbulent flow of vitality in the void was turbulent with this spear, which was extremely mysterious and blessed with the power of the spear.

This spear is one of Xu Fei's favorite killing techniques. Flying Dragon's Probing Head is an ultimate move that integrates body technique, spear technique, and momentum. people.

If it was on the battlefield, with thousands of troops behind him supporting him, Xu Fei could even use this move to frighten the masters of the same level, and with one move, he would kill the enemy.

Although it is not on the battlefield at this time, and there are no thousands of troops behind him for him to borrow, but this spear is a killer move, a strong move, and its power is not weak, dazzling and majestic.

However, the spear in Meng Zhao's eyes was extremely rough and full of flaws.

The whole person didn't move, and the arm holding the Tianxie battle box also didn't pull out, just pressed in front of the palm, and a vortex of energy rose up.

At first it shrunk slightly, then wiped it, grabbed it, and smashed the mysterious flying dragon's head.

Instead, she held the tip of the spear in her palm with her slender and powerful palm, which was as white as jade.

With Meng Zhao's luck, the blazing and domineering, invincible true qi slammed, and there was a crisp click, and he used his own fleshy palm, combined with true qi and divine power, to snap off the head of Xu Fei's close-fitting weapon, the big iron spear broken.

The next moment, the tip of the gun was thrown back, and it flew towards Xu Fei like a sharp sword.

The two were very close to each other, and this move was so swift and sudden that Xu Fei didn't even have time to change his move, so he could only discard the gun with both hands, and pressed the head of the flying gun against the palms of his palms.

The body shook violently.

However, although the spearhead was caught by him with his superb eyesight and technique, Meng Zhao's heroic Qi contained on the spear body exploded in an instant, detached from the spearhead, and turned into a dragon-shaped aura He rushed to Xu Fei's chest.

Xu Fei could only use his thoughts to condense his body-protecting zhenqi to prevent it.

However, Meng Zhao's skill is so domineering, and his true qi is unmatched by nature. Xu Fei's body-protecting true qi is almost collapsed at the touch of a touch. It is poured into his chest by the dragon-shaped qi, and he flies back ten feet with a bang. Far.

The tall and heavy body flew high and then fell heavily.

If it wasn't for Shen Zhihang's quick eyesight and quick hands to step back and support Xu Fei, I'm afraid that the person who General Xu was about to fall would turn his back on his back and be ashamed.

However, even if the possibility of embarrassment was avoided, the trauma to his body still made the people present gasp.

It is an exaggeration to say that he is half dead, but it can definitely be called a serious injury.

On the chest, the soft armor was completely cracked and shattered, a wound as thick as a bowl was dripping with blood, and blood veins bulging like blood nets could be seen all around.

His face was even more bleak, his breath was weakened, and he was no longer able to fight.