After traveling for eight years, you said that I am a villain?Panic

With a twitch,

The old man's expression changed from ferocious to an inexplicable ripple.

The closed eyes suddenly opened.

The entire eyes became pitch black.

The aura on his body is rising steadily, and he has reached the late stage of transformation in the blink of an eye.

Wang Mo was dumbfounded.

[This guy is hanging up?Ghost upper body? 】

Taking a deep breath of "Wang Moyi's Big Cigar"

The attributes of the Fighting Eucharist are slowly increasing as the battle continues.

The physique of the demon god made Wang Moyi feel a desire to kill rising in his heart.

When the aura of the two is about to climb to the extreme,

A loud roar broke the momentary silence!

"Father, please be worshiped by godson!"

Wang Moyi looked dazed, and turned to look at a big man who was rushing towards him.

Turning his head to look around, he found that the big man was actually staring at him.

Wang Moyi said,

What the hell is going on here?

Can a fight still produce a son?

"What the hell? Are you calling me?"

Wang Mo pointed at himself.

Jin Dazhong's face was full of excitement, and his flushed face expressed his inner excitement.

Nodding quickly.

"Father, let my son help you slaughter these bastards!"

After finishing speaking, Jin Dazhong stood in front of Wang Moyi like a god of war.

As soon as Wang Mo looked at the stubble-faced, thick-skinned man with arms thicker than his own thighs, he felt bad on the spot.

Jin Dazhong is full of confidence, he is familiar with various books of Longguo.

Knowing that the people of Longguo are deeply aware of righteousness, as long as they are extremely loyal, the other party will never let him take risks alone.

There is a saying that when three people walk together, they must go together, and when encountering enemies, they will swarm up.

How could the godfather I just met have the nerve to go up and beat up bad guys by himself?

Looking at the unruly, thick and cute big man Wang Moyi, a few black lines were drawn on the top of his head.

This son came a little too suddenly.

It just looks a little rough!

"Ada, look at my three flavors are really hot!"

Jin Dazhong opened his mouth and sprayed, and a tongue of flame swept away at the old man who had just ghosted his upper body.

The momentum is quite astonishing.

The old man's face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

"Where did the second idiot come from!"

Tongues of flame rushed towards the old man, blasting his figure into slag in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"

Wang Moyi's piercing eyes caught the ghostly upper body. At this moment, the old man flashed beside Jin Dazhong like a ghost.

Before the smile on Jin Dazhong's face stopped, he felt that his neck was tightly pinched by a pair of skinny hands.

For a while, the painting style of the scene was a bit, a bit weird!

The old man spoke, and a young voice sounded.

"Oh? Killed us? What a big breath, don't you know how to breathe fire? Come and do it again."

Jin Dazhong's face was flushed. When his neck was pinched earlier, the flame in his mouth was like a flamethrower being turned off by someone.

The tongue of fire had already been extinguished, and it was even difficult to breathe at this time.

"Chuck~clack"

The old man's hand loosened slightly, a small flame spewed out from the mouth of the golden bell, and then went out again.

After repeating this several times, everyone seemed to see that the old man was carrying a huge humanoid lighter.

So weird, so embarrassing, so shameful.

Wang Moyi looked at everything in front of him in shock.

He was a little curious, why didn't the old man directly kill him?

"Human boy, now that your son is in my hands, why don't you just capture him without a fight?"

Wang Mo took a look at the five big and three rough 'sons'.

I was so disgusted that I almost vomited out the ham sausage I just ate.

Jin Dazhong's face was terrified and hopeful, expecting Wang Mo to save him.

"Are you threatening me?"

Wang Moyi looked serious!

The ghostly old man smiled sinisterly.

"You can understand that!"

Wang Moyi shouted angrily:

"Do you dare, you dare to kill him? You try?"

The ghostly old man narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and suddenly squeezed his hand.

Jin Dazhong suddenly felt that he could not breathe a trace of air.

"You think I won't kill him?"

Wang Mo nodded.

"Okay, let's kill it, I don't know why these two idiots recognize me as godfather."

The ghostly old man looked at the golden clock in his hand,

With a cold snort, Jin Dazhong was thrown more than 20 meters away like a dead dog.

As shrewd as he is, of course he knows that this can't threaten him at all.

A beast claw made of black mist grabbed at Wang Moyi.

Zhuge Qingzhou carried his left hand behind his back, and his right hand hovered in the air.

The three white pieces spun extremely fast in the air, and then transformed into a huge arrow, flying towards Wang Moyi at high speed.

Li Zhongsan took out a piece of talisman paper with a painful face, and pinched the yellow talisman paper with his index and middle fingers.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow talisman paper shone with golden light, turning into a huge golden knife and slashing at Wang Moyi head-on.

Wang Moyi's expression was extremely serious.

[Play big! ! ! 】

Just watching that Li Zhongsan actually took out a piece of Taoist talisman paper.

For a moment, Wang Moyi wondered if he had watched too many fantasy dramas with his brain-dead idol?

The demons actually used Taoist talisman papers to appear in the technological world to attack him, an ordinary time-traveling human?

so weird

very messy! ! !

He took a big puff of "Wang Moyi's Big Cigar" again, and spit out the little big cigar that was about to burn out.

The clothes on Wang Moyi's body were whining in the wind, and his long hair also broke free and fluttered with the wind.

The handsome and straight face is full of determination.

With his right hand holding the jet-black magic sword high, his body rose slightly into the air.

"Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Phoenix Sword!"

With a third-level sword intent accumulation, a large amount of fiery red sword energy filled Wang Moyi's surroundings.

Having said so much, it is actually a moment.

When the sword energy converged into a torrent of sword energy again, the opponent's big move had already been killed.

Several energies collided together, like a 12-level hurricane sweeping through Stick Country,

No, it is indeed sweeping there.

The surrounding streets were already riddled with holes from the energy bombardment.

At this time, the dilapidated buildings could no longer be overwhelmed and collapsed.

Wang Moyi roared: "Come again!"

Another torrent of sword energy swept away with the posture of galloping away and never returning!

1 minutes later,

Wang Moyi's face was full of excitement.

"Come again~!!"

Same formula, familiar taste.

The torrent of fiery red sword energy hit the three still standing figures again.

And the surrounding demons and demons have already been crushed to pieces by Wang Moyi's sword energy.

Only a group of rebels in the distance were looking at the astonishing scene in shock.

A young man looked at the splendid scene ahead with excitement.

"This is much more realistic than the special effects of the movie!"

A ponytailed, oversized, plump woman cast a contemptuous look at the dry boy.

"Silly bird, this is not realistic, it is true."

The woman looked at Wang Moyi who was showing great power, her eyes seemed to be full of dewdrops.

【This is the man Zhang Zhixian wants in my heart! 】

At this time, there are only a few dozen people left in the rebel army, and there are only a small number of 4.5 people with supernatural powers.

I thought everyone would be cool together this time, but I didn't expect a young man with frightening strength to come out.

It's all right, I can't die now, I couldn't help but look at the comrades who fell on the battlefield before, all of them looked miserable.

"A dead fellow is not a poor fellow!"