super unscrupulous student

On Kongwu's small staff, the power of faith swayed out, like the third sword of stars, shining brightly.

The endless Sanskrit sounds continuously bombarded the spirit, which made him feel restless for a while, and his killing intent became stronger.

Dongfang Liang, on the other hand, wielded the death scythe, appearing and disappearing, looking for an opportunity to sneak attack.

Anlong's formation method is outstanding, but his combat power is not weak, but he uses a long spear.

On the long spear, there is a pattern of a dragon, which is tempered by the dragon, and its power is infinite.

A shot pierced out, and the void trembled.

The four of them surrounded the spirit and started a fierce fight.

The battle storm spread, and the surrounding area was suddenly empty.

The monsters that approached were strangled to pieces by the force storm, and their flesh and blood flew.

This indirectly relieved everyone's pressure.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the formation spirit in front of him, but he was constantly weighing in his heart.

With only [-]% of Zhen Ling's strength, he can deal with the siege of the four masters. Although he is sure that he can rush to his side, it is hard to say whether he can do it with one blow.

If there is the slightest mistake, everyone here today will probably suffer.

Zhuo Yifan didn't dare to be reckless, and decided to check the situation first.

"I know you are trying to find a way out of the cage, but I advise you not to waste your time. This cage is the cone shape of a large formation. If it is cracked by a small Mahayana stage, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the old man?"

Zhenling said disdainfully.

His body is still here, and the star core is his heart, so he cannot leave the formation.

Zhuo Yifan took a deep breath and asked, "Where did Dunshen go? Aren't you afraid that the old man will kill you after discovering your evil deeds?"

"Although I don't know where this feeling comes from, I just know that the immortal Dunshen will never appear in front of me."

Zhen Ling sneered and said: "The old guy thinks I don't know my background, hmph, he did such a cruel thing to me, how can I let him go? So I want to take away his disciple to vent my anger .”

Zhuo Yifan's heart trembled, Nima, does this guy know his origin?

He pretended to be puzzled and said: "Your enemy is Dunshen, you can seek revenge from him if you have the ability, what's the ability to anger others?"

"You think I don't want to? The aura of Dunshen disappeared, completely disappeared."

Zhen Ling said angrily: "This old man has finally died, and the whole world no longer has his breath. If I don't seek revenge from his disciples, who else can I seek?"

Zhuo Yifan was dumbfounded.

Is the God of escape really dead?

After all, when he left the message, he was still fine, and no one could predict what would happen later.

People who can make him feel threatened, of course, may kill him.

Could it be that the God Destroyer in the legend did all of this?

Zhen Ling looked at Zhuo Yifan, but laughed: "You are different from everyone else, I like your body very much."

Zhuo Yifan had a chill: "Nest, brother is a normal man, so he wouldn't like you as a transvestite. Haha, look, your avatar is about to die."

Zhen Ling was furious: "A group of ants dare to hurt me, they want to die."

With a flash of his figure, another clone flew out.

There was a flash of coldness in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, and the power of his mind instantly communicated with Miss Fang.

Miss Fang looked solemn and nodded slightly.

At this moment, the four of them dispersed in an instant, forming a group of two, blocking the avatars and preventing them from reuniting.

The original clone was a bit miserable.

The black energy spread all over his body, and it turned out to be eroded by the devilish energy of the Death God's Scythe.

The black mist twisted, like a living thing, constantly and desperately piercing into his body.

But Kongwu's Sanskrit sound was rolling like a torrent, impacting his consciousness all the time, making it impossible for him to concentrate on fighting at all, and his combat power was greatly reduced.

In this case, everyone is at the peak of combat power, and even a slight mistake can lead to very dire consequences.

The four of them attacked like a storm, without stopping at all, and finally beat the avatar of Zhenling until he vomited blood and rolled on the ground.

The two battlefields opened again, and the giant roared like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth.

And the four masters also burst out with the most peak strength, no longer hiding their secrets, and they used all their unique moves, and they defeated the avatars steadily.

Miss Fang's masters gathered together to protect her.

They looked dignified, brewing and preparing.

Two against one, Zhen Ling couldn't take much advantage, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

These human beings are really too difficult to deal with, and because of the loss of a large number of star cores, the entire Seven Star Defense Formation is completely supported by a parent star, and its power is not as good as before, which also caused his power to be greatly restricted.

He frowned, once again separated a clone, and rushed outside.

Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed brightly, and he shouted, "It's now, we must stop him!"

The people behind Miss Fang suddenly dispersed, took out the formation flag from their bodies, and stuck it on the ground at an extremely fast speed.

boom!

Streams of black mist rose into the sky, instantly blocking the space-time barrier and the battlefield.

Zhenling sneered and said, "Do you think you can succeed in this way? You are so naive. I have the power of a large formation and can clone infinitely. Although each clone can only burst out peak energy, how many masters do you have?"

He laughed triumphantly, separated another clone, flew out, and rushed towards Miss Fang.

"Go back first!"

Miss Fang gave an order, and everyone frantically fled forward like a frightened crowd.

After being strangled in three battlefields, the original protagonist, Moyu Flying Squirrel, has completely become a frightened bird.

They are as fragile as babies in front of top experts, and strangled by the storm of power, they are like paper.

Although their IQs are not high, their biological instincts have not changed, and they immediately leave far away, not daring to approach.

This freed up a lot of space for everyone.

"Hahaha, want to escape, dream."

The fourth avatar of Zhenling let out a wild laugh, directly crossed the black mist, and jumped down in the air.

"It's now, kill!"

Miss Fang calmly ordered.

A cannon suddenly appeared in the hands of the monks.

The power of more than 100 dark magic cannons gathered together is astonishing, completely breaking through the energy limit of this world.

boom!

Amidst the loud noise, a thousand-foot-thousand-foot pitch-black void appeared, and that beam of black light tore through the void, soared far into the sky, and hit hard on the barrier of the formation, causing violent fluctuations in the entire formation.

Zhuo Yifan and Zhen Ling who were standing inside the time-space barrier felt the terrifying vibration, as if the entire barrier was shaking violently.

Zhen Ling's complexion changed drastically: "It can exceed the limit power and cause the barrier to fluctuate. How can these damned guys be so powerful."

With a loud roar, he waved his hands quickly, and countless silk threads suddenly appeared on the star core, running through the entire formation.

Zhuo Yifan smiled coldly in his heart, and said, "Xingling, actually, you misread the God of Escape."

"What did you say?"

The protoss was in a hurry to resolve the big wave, but it was startled when it heard this.

But the next second, he was terrified.