Step Back! Master is Here!

"you!"

Before Wuwu had time to answer here, Wuwu had a quick response, and looked at Tang Luo immediately.

Suddenly the fog in my heart disappeared, and the clouds were clear.

What is the reason Wuwu reacted so fiercely just now is that the root is in this place.

The people she brought were not her attendants at all, but other identities!

It was just that Wu Youchao had not figured out who the servants Wudang brought, and what he wanted to do, before he could shout, Tang Luo had spread his fingers.

Captain Dragon!

Wu Youchao, a few meters away from Tangluo, flew into Tangluo's hands.

The totem power of the body boiled and turned into a defensive force. You can see a big bird appearing in the fire, pecking hard at Tang Luo's palm.

Tang Luo ignored it and let the power of the totem fall on his body. He couldn't even shake his palm.

Not only that, the power of the totem also disappeared for a while due to the power of the counter-shock.

Grasping Wu Youchao's neck and pinching it gently, Wu Youchao's head slightly crooked and died directly in the hands of Tang Luo.

He wasn't originally a man who was good at killing and fighting. He was a tribal leader himself, and the totem's power was a sorcerer.

There is also some power in self-combat.

It happened that Tang Luo was met, and there was no chance of crying out for help, and he died instantly.

Thrown at random, Wu Youcha fell back to his seat, his head dangled slightly, and it looked like he was sham.

Without careful consideration, it would be difficult to discover that the leader of the Ujin tribe has died.

This all happened very suddenly, from Tang Luo opening, hands to throw Wu Youcha back, but only a breath or two.

On the high platform, except for the tribal chiefs and witches, no one else set foot. The attention of several chiefs was all focused on the battlefield of the martial arts field.

At the very least, no one saw the death of Wu Wuchao, and everything was over.

Wu Yan looked at Wu Youcha's corpse, his heart was complicated, and at the same time he set off a stormy sea.

She knew that her father's death was inextricably linked to the uncle. Even if it wasn't his hands, it was this person who helped to promote the death of Wudang's father.

If it wasn't for Wuying's talents, he would have been applauded by the wizard in the early years, and the hope of being promoted as a "witcher" would be revealed in time.

Later Wu Wu succeeded as a wizard, Wu You Chao had no chance to start.

But Wu Yan also had no hope of revenge.

As the leader of the tribe, you may not be able to fight, but the totem's power protector, even if it is a wizard, it is not easy to really hurt them.

It is even more difficult to kill each other, it is impossible. Wuxi originally did not have a chance of revenge in his life, but could only die of Wuyouchao.

Finally, he spit in front of his grave.

Unexpectedly, the monk Xuanzang suddenly spoke, and then carelessly killed Wu Youchao.

Thinking is still circulating on how to cover up the past, and returning to God has already been revengeful.

How uncomfortable is Wuwu's mood? As for the stormy sea, it goes without saying that it is because of Tang Luo's strength.

How difficult it is for the tribal leader to kill, but this man was assaulted, but as easy as searching for things.

A sneak attack or something, to be honest, is basically ineffective against tribal leaders.

If it can be killed by a sneak attack, Wuyu need not think about spitting on Wuyou's nest corpse.

"Little wooden man, how many more do you have?" Tang Luo asked again when he saw Wu Yan dull.

"There are a few more," said Wu Yan. She took ten of the avatars daily, and if they were used up, she would remake them immediately.

There is no way to save your life. One day when you are in danger, you can let the stand-in wooden man lead away the enemy.

"Then give it to the poor monk," said Tang Luo. "Rest assured, the poor monk will not take it in vain. I will give you one shot at that time, which can save you a life."

"Oh, oh." Wu Yan responded twice. Where would she dare to refuse now, not to mention the life-saving or something, even if the monk Xuanzang wants to **** aggressively, she can only obey.

"Well." Tang Luo responded, and set his sights on the battle group in Yanwuchang again.

Between words, the situation on the playing field changed again.

The three witches teamed up to fight against the white monk, with one sword for another arm.

But after this, Xiong Ba destroys the two swords again, but can only exchange two sulking wounds on the white-haired monk.

After breaking his arm, the white-haired monk became more and more brave and had wounded Batu and Xiongba the world.

The two were wounded, their breath was unstable, and their combat power plummeted.

Only Qi Wenda, who was on the "strength" route, was not seriously injured, but the pressure he faced increased greatly, and he could only try to protect himself temporarily.

After the three witches had a brief upper hand, they actually matched the white-haired monk again!

The leader of the Fuso tribe looked ugly.

The surrounding area of ​​the performance martial arts site has been surrounded by floods, and the Tianluodi net has been laid, and the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Fuso tribe have formed a state of encirclement.

Even a wizard cannot rush out.

Obviously, even the white-haired monk would cause a lot of damage in the end.

All these injuries were caused by the Fuso tribe.

"Wu Wu wizard, don't you still shoot?" Fusang tribe chief looked at the high platform of Wujin tribe and said.

If the murderer is really freed, and the murderer is prosecuted, his tribe will have great vitality.

"I'm not good at fighting with people," Wu Jinglang said. "It's your Fusang tribe. Why haven't you come?

From the time Wuwu fights the grass and scares the snake to the present, it is not long or short.

At least enough for the Fusang tribe to form a trend of encirclement, but it has slightly blocked the yinyouqing and yinyouqian brothers of the avatars who have not yet appeared.

"We are just ready to go."

"So late."

"Don't be surprised, everyone."

Without waiting for the leader of the Fusang tribe, two people, Yin Youqing and Yin Youquan, appeared, and the two still acted in unison.

Speaking is also a sentence from you to me. It can be treated as one person's words and cannot distinguish each other.

"A big fight ..." Wu Yan narrowed his eyes.

Each of the six wizards has its own expertise and emphasis, and the Yin brothers are good at various and strange formations.

Together, they are a small team that can play a stronger role, which is why the two together have more strength than the other two wizards.

Here is the territory of the Fusang tribe, and it is also a normal means of confrontation between the two.

Wubian was a little uneasy and didn't know where he came from.

"Now that you're here, take the trouble to take this shot," said the leader of the Fuso tribe.

Other tribal leaders also spoke.

Only Wu Youchao, who died, had no response, but he just clashed with Wu Yan. He almost made people look at the joke. At this time, he didn't speak, and everyone should only be ordinary.

No one has a good face, everyone knows.

"Just follow what kings say."

I don't know if it's yin yin qing or yin yin kou, they both raised their hands at the same time and made various complicated and mysterious gestures.

As the two men moved, the air around them suddenly became sticky.

Although there are no obvious changes, everyone can feel that they are already in the field.

Everywhere is looming, if there is no pressure.

Including those tens of thousands of elite soldiers who form encirclements, the same is true.

"The formation is done."

"Please three more."

"Slay this man."

The Yin brothers spoke one by one, and the sticky feeling shrouded in the three Batu suddenly disappeared.

"it is good!"

Batu shouted loudly, covering his body with black gas, and once again turned into a black fist!

The red horn on Qi Wenda's forehead glowed with red shimmer, a red line crossed and cut to the head of the avatar.

The world of Xiong Ba is fighting a little farther, and the remaining two swords merge, turning into a sword light and rising from the sky, and the sword light is like a thunder!

The stand-in wooden man took a meal, and in the face of the three people's combined attack, a gorgeous flame burst into his eyes.

The color of the almost transparent amber glass, as the stand-in wooden man turned his head, left a trace of high-temperature burning and heat distorting the scene.

Glass flame!

The avatar Muren was only taken control of by Tang Luo, the reason is here-Liuliyan.

A little glass of flame is contained in the blood given to Wusong, and it is mixed into the avatar woodman, raising its "power".

It has nothing to do with the amount of blood provided. If Tang Luo is willing, he can provide pure "waste blood" like rivers.

Strictly speaking, Tang Luo is not manipulating the stand-in wooden man, but manipulating the glass flame, the wooden person is only the carrier of the glass flame.

Persistence to this point is already the limit of the carrier, and the rest of the wizards have just arrived.

So Tang Luo chose to break out at this time.

The flare came from the remaining one-armed avatar, and one hand stood on his chest, but there were countless translucent flames of palms appearing on the side of the body, covering the wizard completely.

Including the distant Xiong Ba world was not spared.

Thousands of hands can't defend. Stand-in wooden man. One-time version.

The three wizards didn't even hum, and turned into the scattered mist of San Peng in the sky palm shadow.

The next breath, the substitute woodman was also turned into a ball of ashes in the flashing flame.

In the eyes of an outsider, it is this white-haired monk who is at the last moment and comes to the same end!

The court was quiet for a while, and could only faintly hear some people's heavy breathing and heartbeat.

The sound of heavy objects breaking the silence.

Everyone looked at ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but the three tribal leaders stood up directly, and some people turned the seated chair on the high platform and made a noise because of this move.

The leaders of the three tribes of Heishui, Tengshe, and Xiongyu stood on the edge of the platform and stared at the stage of the performance.

His face was ugly, like three volcanoes about to erupt.

died!

The three witches of their tribe suddenly died like this in their eyes!

The last breath is still in good form. The Yin brothers also shot, and they will win the white-haired monk.

The next breath was exhausted by everyone, not even the body was left, only the blood mist scattered by San Peng was left on the ground, and no blood was formed.

"you do this delibrately?"

The leader of the Xiongyu tribe looked at the Yin brothers and asked.

The Yin brothers shook their heads together, their actions were extremely consistent: "No, my brother did not expect this to happen."