Demon Lord in the city

Nangong Wan'er looked up at the Moro Patriarch and said, "Worship under your door, does my master agree?" The

hundred-bladed fan in his hand shot again, the speed was so fast that it was impossible to react, and others thought it was attacking the Moro patriarch, but the direction in which the hundred-bladed fan got out of his hand was the position of Moro Senmu.

Fortunately, Moro Senmu was prepared, and hurriedly dodged sideways. The sweat on his forehead flowed, and he was glad that he was not careless.

Seeing this, the corners of Nangong Wan'er's mouth rose, revealing a smile that had succeeded in her plan.

"Scatter" Nangong finished speaking, the hundred-bladed fan suddenly disintegrated, scattering out twelve extremely sharp fan bones, and in addition to countless slender blades.

Seeing the problem, the Moro patriarch hurriedly rushed over to resist, but he was still a little slower.

One of the blades of the Hundred Blades Fan was still stuck in the heart of Moroxenmu, and the rest of the place was hit by the Hundred Blades Blade.

Moro Senmu's eyes widened and he couldn't believe the facts in front of him, he was obviously very careful, but he was still hit.

The Moro patriarch came to Moro Senmu a second later, his expressionless face was a loss for his family, but for himself it was a different matter.

After this time, his grandson can be made the head of the family, and he is no longer a collateral.

"You little girl is really vicious, you can't die today. Patriarch Moro said solemnly, but there was no anger in it.

"Death is death, there is a kind of shot! My master will not let you go." Nangong Wan'er said anxiously

, but she was muttering to Zhang Ling in her heart, what's the matter with the master? Why don't you come yet, if you don't come again, I'm really going to die.

Instead of stopping, the Moro patriarch hastened up, this girl is very cunning, and now she still wants to delay time, even if her ancestor comes, it is useless.

The fastest and most direct way is to kill directly with a close blow, and when the Moro patriarch comes to Nangong Wan'er's side, it is a punch, and the blow of the strength of the void god is too fast. Nangong Wan'er hurriedly blocked the hundred-bladed fan in front.

This punch knocked Nangong Wan'er away easily, and Nangong Wan'er smashed towards the wall like a missile.

Just when everyone felt sorry for Nangong Wan'er for being smashed off the wall and falling from the sixty-sixth floor, Nangong Wan'er's body stopped in front of the wall, and the impact force of not touching the wall was offset by a powerful true qi.

Everyone was amazed, even the patriarch of Moro was the same, and then he looked into the hole, which was smashed by himself in and smashed.

A vague figure of a man flew over quickly, with a trace of afterimage. The figure became clearer and clearer, and gradually Zhang Ling's figure appeared completely clearly in front of everyone.

"I'm not late!" Zhang

Ling's voice came into Nangong Wan'er's ears, and Nangong Wan'er's already closed eyes suddenly opened. I was surprised to see a familiar figure.

Fortunately, he was only hit by the Moro patriarch, and most of his strength was unloaded by Zhang Ling, and the injury was not very serious.

"Yes, no. I'm going to die if you're a little late. Zhang

Ling's appearance shocked everyone on the scene, and even Nancy Kelly and Elder Liu, who were inseparably beaten, stopped attacking.

There is no need for words, and the two of them look at each other to know each other's thoughts.

It is inseparable from Elder Liu that Elder Liu released a river, and the situation changed again, so it naturally stopped.

The Moro patriarch suddenly became vigilant, completely unable to see through the strength of the other party. And the man opposite is too young, just the same age as the girl.