The Legend of Douba Resurrection

There are still streaks of thunder on this stretch marks to prevent the self-healing of Daming King's wounds, the silver and azure colors are intertwined.

However, even so, one person and one beast still stared fiercely at each other, as if they would immediately rush towards each other without fear of death in the next second.

"hiss!"

A sound of gasping for air rang out on the field at the same time.

"This kid is so powerful, the Lord of the West Pavilion who is in the state of Thunder God still can't defeat him."

Venerable Lei frowned deeply inadvertently, he was thinking about how this farce on Leishan would end.

But what is certain is that no matter how it ends, Fenglei Pavilion has already lost most of its face today, and this son will definitely be famous in Zhongzhou.

"Boom!"

The still intact right arm of the West Pavilion Master lightly hammered his chest and said slowly: "Xiao Yan, you..."

"Chirp!"

There was a familiar cry that made the head of the West Pavilion numb, and King Daming suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry. Sky-blue flames shot out from his body and wrapped King Daming's entire body inside, with wounds all over his body. Instantly healed again.

"war!"

King Daming, who seemed to be back to normal again, said succinctly.

"Ahem, fighting with a guy like you who can recover from injuries in an instant is really depressing."

Pavilion Master Xi put down his right arm that he had just raised and smiled wryly.

"But if my guess is correct, you need to consume a lot of energy every time you recover from your injuries. However, how much fighting energy is left in your body after fighting me to this point?"

The Master of the West Pavilion spoke unhurriedly, and without changing his face, he grabbed his limp left arm and pushed it up suddenly, with a "click", the misplaced bone was instantly in place.

After speaking, the imposing Master of the West Pavilion stared at Xiao Yan with a pair of eagle eyes.

"The Master of the West Pavilion will know if you try it."

A ferocious smile appeared on King Daming's huge animal face, and a surge of evil spirit soaring to the sky swept away in an instant!

However, the Lord of the West Pavilion is absolutely right, at this moment, King Daming, who can no longer find any fighting energy in his body, may collapse in real body at any time in the next second, and Xiao Yan will also withdraw from the combined state due to this.

The scene is about to explode!

ps: first update

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"I'm sorry, Xiao Yan, although you are a respectable opponent, but His Excellency's order is to capture you, so... South Pavilion Master, let's go together."

The slightly silent Master of the West Pavilion turned his head to look at the Master of the South Pavilion in the distance.

"Xiao Yan, please advise."

The Nan Pavilion Master who flew over nodded slightly to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan has already won his respect with his strength.

The two eight-star fighting sects looked at each other tacitly and then took a step forward at the same time, a majestic aura surged out instantly and firmly locked on King Daming.

King Daming looked at the two eight-star Dou Zong whose momentum had reached its peak, and then looked at the empty Dou Qi in his body, it was strangely angry.

"Don't force me!"

King Daming stared at Erren Tao indifferently with a pair of azure crystal eyes.

"Please enlighten me!"

The fighting spirit of the two shouted at the same time.

Come on, let's fight, let us two see how strong you are!

"Okay, okay, you are fine."

King Daming's chest contracted suddenly, being extremely angry and laughing back.

"Huh? Is it coming? Or the trick just now?"

A gleam of light flashed across the four eyes of the two pavilion masters in the west and south, a faint thunder resounded, and there were continuous crackling sounds coming from the bodies of the two.

Let's fight!Your Excellency Xiao Yan!

"Ah! Venerable Wind! Teacher! Did you hear that! I am your disciple Xiao Yan! I have no fighting spirit! I am dying! Help me!!!"

Daming Wang Yun shouted with all his strength.

West and South Pavilion Masters: "..."

Venerable Lei: "..."

Venerable Wind: "..."

Excited people on the field: "..."

The South Pavilion Master, the man who has been as silent as gold since he appeared on the stage, shook his hands violently, and the winding silver snake tightly held in his palm disappeared instantly, turned his head to look at the West Pavilion Master, and said in a deep voice: "Xi Pavilion Master, we still need to continue. Do you want to do it?"

"The situation is a bit complicated, let's wait for His Holiness to make a decision."

The Master of the West Pavilion said with a complicated expression.