One of the Strongest Aliens

In this scene, even if the king was exhausted, even if the superiors had all released water during the fight, it still brought out the strength of Fenghou Qimen!

"amazing!"

Ma Xianhong saw that Wang Ye had restrained the nine Shanggengs by himself, and immediately walked over deliberately with a smile:

"Surprisingly, with my own strength, I managed to control the nine upper-root weapons at the same time, but... Wang Daochang seems to be struggling, and you probably don't have any spare strength..."

"Crazy gold watch!"

Wang also saw Ma Xianhong walking in by himself, and immediately cast the spell again at the risk of collapse.

Seeing Ma Xianhong standing there motionless, he immediately looked at Zhuge Qing with sweat profusely, and said in a trembling tone:

"Old Qing, hurry up...go...I've already..."

Zhuge Qing cast the spell silently, causing a layer of ice to adhere to his hands, and rushed towards Wang Ye and Ma Xianhong without hesitation.

"Old Wang, you also have today!"

"You!" Wang Ye's eyes shrank suddenly.

when! ! !

The ice in Zhuge Qing's hand snapped at the sound, and he didn't break through Ma Xianhong's magic weapon at all.

"Hmph! There is even a magic weapon for protection..."

"Hahaha……"

Liu Xiaojiang's voice came suddenly, he no longer hid the qi on his body, walked into the formation with a playful face, came in front of Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, and said:

"You two really amuse me to death, what is this... you don't forget to love and kill each other in times of crisis?

When did you get together? "

"Master Koyanagi?!" ×2

Liu Xiaojiang looked at the two people who were extremely shocked, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth slowly, and said with a smirk:

"Old Wang, I think you should stay here, you know... our leader is just testing your feelings, and has no intention of hurting you at all, otherwise...

Do you still have the strength to deal with me? "

said,

From the hands hanging by his sides, a large amount of black liquid immediately flowed out, easily depriving the two of them of all their strength, and untied the spell that Wang Ye had imposed on the others.

Next second,

Wang Ye sat on the ground with a 'plop', panting violently while looking up at Liu Xiaojiang, his face full of disbelief:

"Liu Xiaojiang! You... Uncle's!"

Chapter 157 Your brain has been kicked by a donkey!

under the moonlight,

The nine upper root organs resumed their movements one after another, but due to the large amount of water and thunder under their feet, they seemed to be unable to stand still. They either stood there with force, or fell to the ground as if they had collapsed.

Right now, he was first beaten down by Wang Ye's chaotic gold watchman, and then Liu Xiaojiang's water dirty thunder deprived him of all his strength.

They couldn't help looking at each other cautiously, and began to feel a little uncertain about Liu Xiaojiang's attitude, for fear that Liu Xiaojiang would take the opportunity to harm himself and others.

however,

Ma Xianhong's body was covered with a golden shield, which looked like he had cast a normal golden light spell, and he would not be affected by the sticky and cold water and dirty thunder under his feet.

"Is this also the effect of magic weapon?"

Liu Xiaojiang ignored Wang Ye on the ground, but looked at Ma Xianhong and the nine upper root tools, and said:

"A craftsman, a master of sword energy, an immortal of the earth, supernatural powers of snapping fingers, and others, even if they are born aliens, they also have a rare boy's life. This is... the five directions to reveal the truth?"

Speaking of which,

He looked at the oldest old man among the nine upper root vessels, and the middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a light blue Taoist robe:

"Ghost Gate Needle, big shot..."

"Although you don't have the means to reveal yourself, you should also be from the Talisman Sect in this way of exercising energy that is similar to the Heavenly Master's Mansion...

A disciple of Maoshan Shangqing? "

The voice fell,

He found that the upper root organs other than Ma Xianhong were almost all affected by the water pollution mine, and immediately waved away the black liquid on the surrounding ground.

"I am not a big man..."

The oldest old man among the nine upper root vessels found that Liu Xiaojiang seemed to have no hostility, so he said with a smile:

"At his age, Reverend Xiaoliu can repair this dirty water to such an extent. Heroes are born in youth."

Liu Xiaojiang thought of Gong Qing who had died by his own hands, and couldn't help but look at this old man who knew how to make needles.

without waiting to speak,

The middle-aged Taoist priest on the side hurried over, bowed his head respectfully towards Liu Xiaojiang and wrote: