Fairy Desire

Papa... Meng Xiang walked through the immobile barbarian warrior who was knocked down by him at a pace that seemed to never change, and walked towards Mustache who was washed off the drum by the shock wave and climbed up again on the drum .

A powerful aura that was as real as it was crushed towards the mustache.In his feeling, Meng Xiang is placing a mountain on top of his head, and it is a mountain that can definitely crush him into meatloaf.

"Haha..." Looking at the embarrassed look of the little beard, Meng Xiang let out an undisguised laugh, the laughter was full of sarcasm, "Don't you want to get the baby from me? What's the matter? Are you scared? Are you afraid?" Use any trick quickly, or I will let you be the ghost under my knife."

"You...you don't want to be crazy! If you have the ability, just wait for me for a while, and watch me beat you with my unique skills." Mustache wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, which flowed out from the shock wave just now.

With a bang, Mustache cut himself open with a knife, and immediately blood gushed out like spring water gushing out of a fountain, and gurgled down the big drum.It's unbelievable that one person can shed so much blood.

Meng Xiang was not surprised by this. After cultivating, practitioners have undergone tremendous changes in all aspects of their bodies, and they must not be judged by the standards of ordinary people.

For some people who have practiced special skills, the blood in their bodies can even reach tens of millions of times that of ordinary people.Legend has it that a drop of sweat dripped from their bodies by some powerful people can turn into a boundless sea.

The blood in Mustache's body seemed to be endless. It had been 5 minutes, and the blood flowing out had reached at least tens of thousands of catties, but it still had no intention of stopping.

After the blood flowed down from the big drum, it seemed to be alive, divided into many strands, and swam like snakes towards the barbarian warriors who were knocked down by Meng Xiang, and penetrated into them through their seven orifices and wounds on their bodies. Body.

Meng Xiang knew very well that this time should be the best time to attack. With his current strength, it shouldn't take much effort to kill Xiao Huzi, but he didn't do that. He just stood quietly about twenty feet away from Xiao Huzi stand.

Affected by the wild power in his body, his mentality has also changed a bit. He doesn't bother to attack when the enemy is weakest. This will not only fail to show his instinct, but also fail to show his mind and tolerance.

Of course, this is not the main thing. With Meng Xiang's willpower, it is not difficult to reverse the influence of wild power on his mentality.Through the battle with Mustache, he discovered a problem that existed in him. Although through his hard training and various opportunities, Wulou Avatar reached the state of great perfection, but he did not exert its full ability at all.More precisely, he hasn't brought out its potential yet.

In the battle with the barbarian warriors, especially when they were joined together by the mustache, their strength prevailed for the first time.When he was at a disadvantage, under strong pressure, Wu Leu's real body's potential began to be stimulated little by little, which greatly improved his physical strength and strength.

At the same time, he also felt that there are still many potentials that can be tapped in the Wulou real body and his own potential, and it is necessary for him to stimulate them all.This is the fundamental reason why he is willing to let Xiao Hu launch his unique move. He regards him as a whetstone, and he wants to use him to sharpen his edge.

After a full quarter of an hour, the blood in Mustache's chest stopped gushing out.He pulled the huge wound that exposed the internal organs together with his hand, and then wiped it lightly with his hand, the granulation immediately emerged from the wound, and then intertwined with each other, locking the wound firmly.

Before the wound was completely healed, the extremely pale mustache sang and danced on the drum.The voice is weird and ethereal, and the dance is blurred, like a group of unreal phantoms.At the same time, the sound of the drums also sounded. It was gentle and silent, without the masculine and domineering aura of the drums. On the contrary, it was filled with a kind of eerie ghostly aura.

Amidst the sound of drums and singing, Meng Xiang had an illusion, as if he was not standing on the God of War platform, but in the mass grave, and a gust of wind swirled around him endlessly, making him feel a gust of wind from his heart. the chill.

At this time, the barbarian warriors who had been struck by him had all stood up one after another, but their masculine and sturdy aura had all disappeared, revealing a strong yin aura, and their movements became stiff.

With slow and heavy steps, they approached the big drum at the feet of Mustache.When they passed by Meng Xiang's side, he found that their eyeballs had solidified. They were the eyes of people after death, and there was a faint black flow on the surface of their bodies.

Not long after, all the barbarian warriors had already surrounded the big drum, and their mustaches danced even faster, running fast on the drum surface, leaving behind afterimages in the end.

At the same time, the yin energy of those barbarian warriors was surging, like the mist rising from a steamer, constantly emerging, but their color was not white, but black.

After the black mist rose up, it all floated towards Mustache and surrounded him.With more and more black air, his figure slowly disappeared.If it weren't for the still singing and drumming, I'm afraid it would make people feel that he no longer exists.

Just 5 minutes later, those barbarian warriors collapsed like stones that had been eroded by wind and rain for tens of millions of years because of the continuous black mist, leaving behind pinches of off-white powder.On the surface of the drum, a huge black mist was constantly rolling, appearing extremely thick, as if it had turned into a liquid.

Suddenly, both the singing and the drumming were gone.Meng Xiang's spirit was lifted, and he fixed his eyes on the top of the big drum, wanting to see what kind of tricks the mustache had made after spending so long here.

Almost as soon as the singing and drumming disappeared, the huge black mist on the drum surface began to shrink sharply inward. In less than five seconds, its volume shrunk by [-]%.

At this time, Meng Xiang had already seen the new changes in the mustache. His height had increased several times, exceeding two feet five. The small pot looked extremely sturdy.

He held a big black stick full of human heads in his hand. The human heads were much smaller than the skulls of ordinary people, about the size of a strong man's fist, but there was a strange red light shining in the eye sockets of each human head.The length of the big stick exceeded three feet, which was as thick as a small water jar.

The mustache jumped off the big drum and made a muffled bang, which showed that his body was extremely heavy. Then he carried the terrifying human-headed stick and walked towards Meng Xiang, laughing triumphantly as he walked: "Boy, thank you for giving me the opportunity to prepare. But I will not let you go, I will grind you into powder. I make you regret giving me a chance to turn defeat into victory!" After growing in size, his The voice also basically became louder, laughing like thunder.

Meng Xiang didn't change his expression except for the more intense fighting intent in his eyes. He just said indifferently: "The victory depends on the real ability, not the lip service."

"Okay, I'll let you know my strength!" Xiao Huzi suddenly took a big step forward, directly crossed the distance of ten feet, grabbed Meng Xiang, and raised the head stick in his hand According to Meng Xiang's head, it was smashed down fiercely.

The big stick was still far away from the top of Meng Xiang's head, and he felt a huge force pressing towards him, making him unable to move.At the same time, he also noticed that a puff of black air had already spewed out from the mouth of the head above the big stick, and turned into a big hand and pressed it towards him.

"Go!" The long knife turned into a white light, extremely fast, as if trying to catch up with the passing time, and greeted the falling head with a big stick, he was going to come head-to-head.

Under the control of the increasingly mature sword-drawing technique, the long-sword slash exerted a power beyond imagination, whether it was the big hand formed by the black air ejected from the population, or the huge force carried by the head stick itself, it was smashed to pieces. Then hit the big stick with precision.

when!Accompanied by a loud noise, both Meng Xiang and Xiao Huzi couldn't help but backed away several steps.Meng Xiang looked at the mustache with a slightly dignified expression.

Just now, he was the first to come later, and collided with the head stick before it reached its maximum strength, but he got a result that was evenly matched.Although attacking from the bottom up is somewhat disadvantageous, it is enough to show that their strength is already on the same level.

"Ah!" Meng Xiang yelled happily, and the fire of fighting spirit in his eyes burned even more vigorously.Before his body could fully stand still, his foot stomped hard on the ground, like a powerful arrow shot from a strong bow, it rushed to the face of Mustache, leaped high, and swung his knife to chop down.

Dangdang... A bang that could shatter the eardrums of ordinary people sounded like popping beans on the Ares Arena. Every second, the long knife and the big stick collided with each other more than ten times, and the number of times without collision was even more. And it shows no sign of slowing down.

The figures of the two people could no longer see the shadows, only a large and a small group of faint shadows could be seen rolling, splitting at the touch of a touch, then rushing together again, separating again, rushing together again, endlessly.

Such an intensive confrontation was a great challenge to their physical strength and their physical endurance, but Meng Xiang and Xiao Huzi didn't care at all, and the fight continued.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and the battle between Meng Xiang and Mustache continued and became more intense. Because the confrontation was too intensive, it was difficult to tell from the sound how many times they had fought.

Under the collision again and again, Meng Xiang felt that the blood in his body was like boiled water, boiling up, making him feel like he was in a furnace. Not only did he not feel the slightest fatigue, but he felt unprecedented carefree.

He can clearly feel that the potential of the flawless real body and the body itself is being squeezed out little by little, and the body is also undergoing subtle changes, like a piece of fine steel that is constantly being beaten, impurities are being removed bit by bit, become tougher and stronger.

However, there is also one thing that makes Meng Xiang very upset. In the battle with Mustache, when Mustache swings the big stick, when the air pours into the head on the stick, it will make ghostly cries and howls, disturbing his mood. Ning, very annoying.

Feeling his body getting hotter and hotter, Meng Xiang suddenly let out a loud roar, jumped up, raised his knife with both hands, and slashed viciously at the mustache, only to see a white light falling from the sky like a horse, just like the Milky Way The venting is general, the momentum is magnificent, and there is no difference for a while.

when!Meng Xiang's and Xiao Huzi's ears lost their function, and they couldn't hear the sound of the knife and stick clashing at all. They could only see the transparent sound waves turning into big waves and sweeping away in all directions.

Boom... Mustache retreated a dozen steps in a row, his mouth and nose were soaked with blood, and Meng Xiang also turned three somersaults in the air, but his expression remained unchanged, obviously he was in the competition just now. gained the upper hand.

Before his body landed on the ground, Meng Xiang used his air-stepping technique to step hard in the air, swung his knife forward, and the knife's energy gushed out, wrapping him with the knife inside, turning into a sky-shattering rainbow, flying toward his body. The standing mustache shot over.

Mustache's expression became extremely serious, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and suddenly threw the head stick in his hand.