Black Ride

The barbarian giant's life was extinct. It fell down face down and made a sensational sound when it fell. And Wu Qi held a black spear in the air, hanging in the air, his eyes carefully staring at the glowing gun body.

Frege had never had such a high interest in experimenting with the Xuanbing. He saw Wu Qi doing it and looked in. Although he didn't have much curiosity, he wondered how much Wu Qi had successfully awakened a Xuan soldier. , And what would be the third-order ability of this mysterious soldier.

The blooming blood light continued for a few seconds without any other changes. Wu Qi looked left and right, but the blood light from the black spear weakened a little, and eventually all retracted.

"This blood light is different from the previous changes, obviously a wave of third-order energy. In theory, this mysterious soldier should be awakened." Wu Qi silently thought.

It stands to reason, but Wu Qi is not sure. When the long blade awakened the "gravitational" power, a large part of the silver energy flowed into his body. He understood the nature of these energies and the power of the abilities in an instant, but this situation is different now. He couldn't access the third-order energy inside the black spear, and he didn't know what power it contained and how to launch it.

Perhaps the easiest way is to find an enemy and try it.

When Wu Qi was thinking of something that was not important to find Kazan, a special smell suddenly came from one side of the dense fog. When Wu Qi moved his nose, he immediately turned his head to look in that direction.

Two silhouettes walked through the thick fog and set foot on the edge of the corpse peak. One wore a blood-colored human skin mask, and the other wore the Supreme Service.

The visitor was Wu Qixunxun, who finally was able to confirm Kazan, the dangerous plague throne, and the cursed throne that accompanied him.

For the first time, Wu Qi and Kazan faced four eyes high and low, and then Kazan and the Cursed Throne's eyes turned to Frege aside.

"Fregue, you have been a messenger on the side of the throne for a long time. You are so brave that you have become a leopard." The Cursed Throne angered coldly. He had cursed Frege countless times during the difficult time of the ancient Yeling tomb-this wicked villain who played tricks on them both by doing justice.

The cursed throne came to Frege's psychological preparation for coming to his door. His face was as thick as the iron skin wall, and he was as relaxed as others watching: "Cursed throne, you can still complain to me if you walk away Come up? Didn't I set you up a road sign, leading directly to the entrance to the Road of Exile! "

"Enough," the Cursed Throne interrupted Frege's rebuttal, and suddenly smiled eccentrically. "People who have done this kind of thing but dare not admit it have no argument. Kazan!"

As soon as the throne of cursing came, Kazan directly released the fire wings behind him, and the fire wings slammed and set off a strong wind to help Kazan sway up and straight into Frege's face.

"Hands on? You are not yet qualified." Frege slaps his hands in the middle, slaps out with the cracks in the void, and breathes through the dark cracks with extremely fast speeds and twists and turns. The action is arranged in one step on Kazan's speedy sprint.

Speaking of time and time, the streamers of white, purple and black burst out halfway. Firewing turned into an energy spray, Kazan's figure accelerated twice and drew an agile spiral spiral in the air, and all the death traps arranged by the eighteen void cracks were avoided by him.

The monstrous flame came to life in the howling. Kazan had passed through all the obstructions of the void crack, and a right-handed six-footed fire blade swayed the torch-like flame of ghosts and goddesses, chasing Frege's neck fast across the sword.

Frege's hands clasped outwards, and the starting point of the eighteen void cracks suddenly burst into a large circle of fissures; the fissures were all covered by Frege's three feet, and the cracks and fissures immediately The energy ties together, and the space in front of Frege suddenly collapses.

The original good yellow and gray sky was suddenly replaced by the dark space collapse of purple and black. Kazan waved to Frege's six-foot fire blade at the same time and expanded into a huge fireball blast. All entered the belly of the space collapse, and the remaining 10% of the tongue of fire touched Frege's edge and burned him.

This is not over. The edge of the space collapse mouth in front of Frege extended with the eighteen void cracks. The space collapsed just at the beginning of the crack just now. After half a second, the chain reaction of space collapse broke out! The initial space collapse opening tripled in the blink of an eye, shattering a larger area of ​​space into the void channel.

Kazan responded very quickly. He saw the black paint inside the collapsed space at a glance, knowing that the consequence of falling into the collapsed space was falling into the void channel controlled by Frege. He instantly retreated outside the scope of the collapsed space, and the energy jets behind him seamlessly connected, changing direction and flying away from the body.

Frege didn't succeed. He couldn't help thinking that Wu Qi had hurt himself. His energy reserves are sufficient, and the speed and accuracy of controlling the void crack are far more than that now.

Kazan clearly reduced his strength, but as a result, he could not solve him.

"Is it worthy of you to be qualified for this forum?"

The somber voice of the cursing throne sounded from behind Frege, Frege's expression froze, and he felt that he had hit.

Just now Frege patronized Kazan in front of him, and did not take precautions against himself. There is a strange and strange feeling in the place where Kazan was burned with ghost fire now-a strange and poisonous third-order virus is seeping into the body.

The Cursed Throne has always been low-key ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This makes Frege Su, the fourth throne, have never heard of the prestige of the cursed throne. At most, he knows that the cursed ability of the cursed throne has various strange conditions for launching, which make people defenseless.

Now Frege uses his flesh and blood to experience the all-pervasive method of cursing the throne: his body is already connected to Kazan's body, the active object of "equivalent damage" is still Kazan, and the passive object is dead. Replaces Freak with Giant.

Kazan sneered at Frege, changing his hand into a wild plague blackknife, and then pierced his heart!

puff.

The blood splattering on his chest was faster than what Frege would not say. As soon as Frege's "you" word was spoken, the dark stains overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At a distance of dozens of meters, Kazan's left heart mouth shed a lot of blood, and Frege's left heart mouth was also stabbed out of thin air, and a steady stream of blood poured out from the wound.

"You know, I can cut off my head without dying, can you?" Kazan's laughter was despicable. He is not the 13 throne Kazan now. Between the non-throne and the throne, you can fight privately and kill the killer!

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