Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Dust smoke has blocked the eyes of everyone, they only feel a strong pressure from the hole to go out, the powerful air screams, let the surrounding 100 meters, whether it is people or things Fly out as much as you can.

In the middle of the air, Feng Jiuqing’s stunned look at the scene below. I didn’t expect Moze to have the ability to punch the demon master from the air.

I saw that when the dust gradually dispersed, the scene of the hole appeared in the sight of everyone.

The black robe, a big-faced beard with a beard, was knocked down at that, and the back was lying on the chest of the demon in the hole. The demon Lord was pale at this time, and a blood spilled from the mouth. He seemed to be I can't get up, lying there, sulking, and sighing.

And the bearded man in the black robe was suffocating, and at the fist of the punch at the main chest of the demon, there was a strong spiritual flow, his eyes were cold and cold, bloodthirsty. The killings emerged in the deep eyelids, and he did not give the magician a breath, and he waved the boxing again.

This punch is swiftly and swaying from the right chin of the devil to the left. At the same time as the boxing, the blood of the demon is also sprayed with the blood, and it is mixed with the blood. Ze fell on the teeth.

However, when he was about to cut off his throat and take the life of the demon Lord, the demon Lord slammed a powerful pressure on him, and saw that his body changed, and Xuanyuan Moze immediately released his hand and quickly retired. from.

At the moment he retired, a red flash of slammed from the place where he had just been. Seeing this scene, the deep eyes smashed, the light flashed in his hand, and the Xuanyuan sword appeared in the palm of his hand.

The magic master stood up in the chest with his hands and pains. He held a blood-red sword in his other hand, staring grimly at the Xuanyuan Moze. The next moment, the figure flashed at the speed of light. Grab it forward.

The blood of the sword on the blood-colored sword is like a blood column. When the Xuanyuan Moze above the ancient Shenjian Xuanjian sword resisted his blow, his speed did not stop and he fought again.

Two black figures, regardless of the strength of the upper and lower, in the mid-air battle, the strong atmosphere of the strong, the powerful pressure is stronger than before...

Perhaps it was before the cold, Xuanyuan Moze, a boxing chest, hurt the internal organs. At this point, after the magic master played dozens of moves with Xuanyuan Moser, the speed gradually slowed down, and even the attack was weak.

Realizing the aggravation of his internal injuries, and the tough strength of the beard and the big man in front of him, knowing that the demon who could not kill it for a while and a half is blocking the sword of Xuanyuan, the whole body slams back and exits instantly. After a few hundred meters, I stopped in midair and stared at Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu.

"This magic will not be counted like this! Feng Jiu, you are waiting for this magic! This magic will definitely come again!" When the sound came out, the figure swept away to the sky, as the figure went away, The voice gradually weakened.

Seeing the Lord's evacuation, the remaining wounded demons quickly followed the retreat after seeing him leave.

Seeing that the demons retreat like a tide, the people underneath are only incredible...