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Wang Ziqiao took over the opponent's big handprint and was already panting and sweating. He turned his eyes to the white-haired old man, still looking calm and calm, which also made him feel pressured.

In fact, he didn't know the surprise of the white-haired old man. The big handprint just now consumed almost one-third of his real energy. Let alone the seventh level, even the eighth level can be slapped to death, but Wang Ziqiao followed Yes, he also has some new admiration for Prince Joe.

But the more this is the case, the more he does not intend to let Prince Joe leave. It is best to force something out of Prince Joe's mouth. Therefore, he just took a slight breath, and after taking back the cane, he muttered something in his mouth. The white cane It suddenly turned into a small white dragon, and then grew rapidly, reaching a length of [-] meters.

The white dragon stayed for a while, and suddenly swung its tail in the void, stirring the sea of ​​clouds. Its four claws tore through the air, the sound was like thunder, and its figure was like lightning. Swallow Prince Joe down.

Wang Ziqiao saw the white dragon attacking, and knew that he couldn't escape today. His silver hair stood on top of the tumbling transport, and he kept spitting out spells. Prince Joe himself.

"Ultimate magic tornado!" As Prince Qiao spit out the last words, a hurricane suddenly appeared in the area of ​​ten meters ahead, spinning rapidly, getting faster and faster, and instantly expanded a hundred meters in length, not standing up and down, but It was the ground that was balanced, like a wind dragon, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds, forming a thick high-altitude sea fog, which collided with the white dragon.

When the two powerhouses met, the sound of shattering was ear-piercing. After Bailong was bound by the tornado, he frantically shook his head and tail, trying to tear the tornado apart and escape from the sea of ​​clouds.

However, Wang Ziqiao has two souls merged into one, and all his spiritual power is blessed on the tornado.

The tornado has already surpassed Wang Ziqiao's ability and belongs to the ultimate magic. Only a great magician can release it, but Wang Ziqiao is only at the elementary level of a senior magician, so the difficulty can be imagined.

The rapidly rotating tornado, as if his mental power was also rapidly rotating, made him dizzy for a while, and his brain ached.

And this is just a small tornado. If it is a large and medium-sized tornado with a diameter of hundreds or tens of miles, which has the power to destroy the world, Wang Ziqiao will not be able to control it.

"Master, I wish you a helping hand!" Matsubara Junko also yelled, her fingers fluttered, and a hurricane appeared, surrounding the tornado, and accelerated the speed of the tornado's rotation, stirring up the heavens and the earth, pulling mountains and seas.

The restrained white dragon finally couldn't hold on any longer, and spun along with the tornado in desperation, and his size became smaller and smaller.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man was shocked. The white dragon had already consumed seventy-eight out of ten of the true energy in his body. Shoot it out, forming a beam of white light, which is injected into Bailong's body.

The white dragon suddenly expanded, roared, and its four claws desperately tore through the air, forming countless vacuum edges, which were about to tear the tornado apart.

But at this time, Wang Ziqiao suddenly threw something out and said: "Go!"

The ghost slave Takeda Chang appeared. He has reached the level of the seventh ghost king. After receiving the order from Prince Qiao, he turned into a body of jade, stepped on black clouds, and flew towards the old man like an arrow. The black air spread like a ghost. Octopus tentacles, slam the old man.

Seeing this, the old man blushed and shouted loudly: "Monster, court death!"

He no longer cared about mobilizing the white dragon, raised his hand to strike the ghost slave with a handprint.

However, at this time, his body's true energy was almost exhausted, and his handprints were not as strong as before. The ghost slave Wu Tianchang used the death energy, and unexpectedly took it, and continued to attack desperately.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao was already drowsy, and he used magic leapfrogging, like a water pump, pumping his mental power crazily, and in the blink of an eye, his mental power was exhausted, not only that, even magic The distraction in the staff can hardly hold on anymore.

"No, I can't sleep!" Wang Ziqiao gritted his teeth suddenly, using the pain to stimulate his potential, and shouted again: "Tight!"

The tornado, which was 20 meters long and [-] meters in diameter, suddenly tightened, and the wind elements strangled together, forcing the white dragon to shrink rapidly.

"Throw me over!" Wang Ziqiao said to Matsubara Junko.

"Master?" Matsubara Junko was puzzled, she could already see that Wang Ziqiao was about to lose his hold.

"Hurry up!" Prince Qiao shouted sharply.

Matsubara Junko had no choice but to grab Wang Ziqiao's arm and throw it forward forcefully.

Wang Ziqiao's figure flew forward rapidly, came to the position of the dragon's tail, grabbed the dragon's tail, and shouted again: "Take it!"

The space ring on his finger suddenly burst into light, covering the small dragon that had shrunk to only about ten meters.

The next moment, Xiaolong suddenly disappeared.

But Wang Ziqiao waved his hands, pulled the tornado, and rushed towards the white-haired old man. Before he could see the result, he shouted again: "Go!"

The ghost slave Wu Tianchang was connected with him, and returned quickly, hugged the falling Prince Joe, followed by a gust of wind, and Matsubara Junko led them to flee into the distance.

The white-haired old man wanted to chase after him, but found that the hurricane was rushing towards him, and hurriedly fell to escape, but he was already at the end of his road. At this time, the tornado was out of control, stirring up the clouds, emitting a huge suction force, swallowing everything, forcing The white-haired old man flew upside down and fell into the tornado.

In a short while, the old man who had lost his true energy was dizzy, followed the tornado, fell into the void, and crashed into an open space below...

Wang Ziqiao didn't know whether the old man was alive or dead. At this time, he was completely unconscious and sweating. Although he was asleep, his expression was full of pain, as if he was having a nightmare.

Seeing this, Matsubara Junko felt distressed, and took him flying hundreds of miles before landing in a valley in the northern mountain range of Taihang Mountain.

As for the frozen Gu Qiusheng, who has been frozen by the cold air, he was handed over to the ghost slave Takeda Chang to guard him and keep watch on the top of the mountain.

Matsubara Junko let Wang Ziqiao snuggle into her arms, resting her head on her plump breasts, and called softly: "Master? Master?"

Wang Ziqiao gently opened his eyes, suffering from a splitting headache. This was the sequelae of excessive mental energy consumption, and he did not dare to rest. Instead, he meditated on the spot, trying to enter a meditative state.

However, the brain is in extreme pain, and the soul seems to be disobedient and out of control, and it is impossible to enter meditation.

Seeing Wang Ziqiao's painful expression, Matsubara Junko frowned and said: "Master, I will send you some of the true energy in your body, so that you can recover faster!"

While speaking, Matsubara Junko's hand attached to Wang Ziqiao's back has also begun to send out her true energy. Her true energy has something in common with the magic power in Wang Ziqiao's body, because the two have undergone many times of double cultivation, and their internal strength can be interchangeable.

The magic power in Wang Ziqiao's body is like spiritual power, it has been exhausted for a long time. A large amount of true energy entered the body, and with the operation of Wang Ziqiao's inner body, it gradually became his magic power, and the soul was nourished, not as it was at the beginning It hurts.

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