Martial Peak

Although the Ming Wang Tianwu people did not have the power to resist the fire, but because of the physical practice in the weekdays, the strength of the body is there, and it is not arbitrary for the same exhausted opponents.

This situation has never been seen.

Yang Happy Head, who dragged the Ming Wang Tianwu to the angry flames, was embarrassed. He did not know whether his plans could be realized.

But try it anyway, after all, this is a life.

In that secret, Meng Qi once said to him that he would encounter the Mohist in the future, and he would not have to be merciful. If he could kill him, death is sometimes a relief.

He did not expect such a choice to appear in front of himself so quickly, but in the face of such a Mohist who was born in Ming Wangtian, he could not swear to kill him.

After all, he has the means to clear the source, perhaps he can find the opportunity to save him back and let him return to his nature.

So he managed to defeat the opponent without killing.

Stepping into the face of the angry flame, Yang Kaiwei held a fist: "Master, fortunately not to be insulted!"

The angry flames smiled and couldn't stop the beheading: "Good, I didn't miss you."

In fact, before the dispatch of Yang Kai, there was already a plan to abandon him. However, nowadays, he has a foresight.

The angry flame looked down at the Ming Wang Tianwu who was dragged to the front by Yang Kai. His eyes flashed a greedy color and reached out and said, "Give him to me."

Yang Kai is all right.

The angry flame explorer, grabbed the Ming Wang Tianwu, and the huge palm directly held it on the palm of his hand, and the force of the ink was surging and wrapped.

Seeing this scene, Yang Kai slightly relieved, and the practice of anger did not disappoint him. This is what Yang Kai expects to happen.

Instead, he stood on the side of the wolf, who was standing next to his teeth, and his face was gloomy. He shouted: "Rage, what are you doing?"

He also thought that angry flames should enjoy their own spoils. After all, it was a six-piece heaven and earth power, and it was also a great complement to the upper-level ink, and swallowed up such a six-piece heaven and earth power, anger. Flame strength must increase.

Who knows that the anger does not have this intention at all, but instead uses his own ink power to erode the warrior of the Ming Dynasty.

In this way, did the Ming Wangtian warrior become a madman?

How can this be accepted? A living ink and a dead ink, the meaning is different. He has already agreed with the angry flames, and now that the victory and defeat have been divided, he has already prepared himself for the killing of his own ink.

If the angry flames really killed the Ming Wang Tianwu, he had nothing to say, but he couldn’t stand it because he was so angry.

With such a slap in the face, the strength of the anger is greatly increased, and he is less than a general. If he increases and decreases, the difference between him and the strength of the angry flame can be great.

"Do you have an opinion?" Angry flames squinted.

The wolf anger said: "You and I have agreed to fight, you must score and die, now what do you mean by robbing me?"

If it is a fight, it is stipulated that the singer’s affiliation is a gamble, and the anger is so blameless, but the death fight is different.

Angry flames smiled and said: "How is it to grab, the victory and defeat have been divided, this is my spoils, I want him to live and live, to die when he is dead, his life is mine, what is the relationship with you."

The wolf teeth do not loosen the rules: "The death fight is a death fight. These two ink men, only one person can survive, you can choose one!"

The angry flame shook his head: "No one has ever said that the death can only survive one."

It’s true that no one has said that every death fight is the result of this. The main strengths of the inmates in the next battle are almost the same. There will be no high-ranking ink-makers suppressing the low-grade ink-handlers. Hand, there will always be one party who will be defeated.

Everyone has defaulted to such a rule.

If Yang Kai smashed the opponent back, it has only appeared once in so many years, and there is room for disputes.

The wolf does not waste his saliva with him, and he screams: "You ask these many people, what is the rule of death?"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The sound of cheers around, thundering. Many Mo people can not care who is benefiting, just want to see blood and killing.

The wolf looked provocatively at the anger and looked proud.

The angry flame expression is dignified. He really likes the warrior of Ming Wangtian. If it is natural to be able to earn a squat, it is better if you succumb to the anger of the tribe, but it is not worth the candle.

Just in the hesitation, Yang Kai suddenly hugged his fist: "Master, let me play with him again, I can slowly and slowly torture him!"

Furious and frowning: "Slowly tortured him?" What does this mean?

Yang Kaidao: "How is one hundred years?"

This is the anger of the heart, and I wonder who is willing to see it here for a hundred years? Even if it is a wolf tooth, I am afraid that there is no such patience. As long as he is gone, the warrior of Ming Wang Tian will naturally become his ink.

This is not a way to do it.

"You are looking for death!" The wolf turned his head and glared at Yang Kai.

Yang Kai bowed his head: "The master wants me to die, I have to die!" The meaning of the words, you are not qualified.

Ding Si listened to the eyelids on the sidelines and jumped, only to find that this little brother was a bit bold, and actually dared to speak with the Mo people in such a yin and yang, I am afraid I don’t know how to write the dead words.

"Let's relax!" Rage replied, but there was no reprimand tone.

Yang Kai bowed his head and said that he was gracious.

The angry flame turned to look at the wolf: "I don't think you want to spend a hundred years to see a bad fight. If you really have this leisure, I can let these two inks continue to fight here. Go on."

Anyway, the ink of the Ming Dynasty Wang Tian has been immersed in the power of his ink. It is his innocent, and he can only play for one hundred years if he orders.

The wolf has a cold face.

"Let's do this, let's ask the three lords to decide, ask their opinions, and take less and serve more. The lords have any decisions. Let's obey."

The reason why there is such a proposal is that no matter what kind of result, it is not a disadvantage for him.

If the Ming Wang Tianwu can really survive, he will naturally be able to give up a general.

If you want him to die, then the anger can take the opportunity to swallow up his power and become a powerful capital.

Anyway, there is no advantage in the wolf.

There is no one hundred years of anger to waste.

He all proposed this, and the wolf would disagree, and immediately said: "Yes!"

The angry flame turned to look at the four sides, reaching out to support the chest: "Congratulations to the three lords to decide the matter." And pointing to the Ming Wang Tianwu said: "This ink is a life and death, all in the mind of the adults."

Among the Mo people around the view, there are the ruins of the Mohist class, and the number is still quite large. The lord is divided into the order of the Mo people. When the strength is reached, it can naturally become the lord of the lord level.

But not every lord-level Mohist has his own territory.

This place is a gusty wind collar, the lord is a mad wind lord, has nothing to do with other lords, but the mad wind lord has such a territory, the strength is naturally comparable to the average Mexican lord.

Just like a void, so many six products open up, but Yang Kai, who is also a six-product, is the owner of the void. Others, although they are also in the void, are not the masters.

After the angry flames fell, I waited quietly.

In a few moments, only a female lord said in a sigh of words: "The death of the dead is naturally divided into births and deaths. What are the two living alive?"

Her meaning is already obvious.

Spikes and angry flames stretched out and bent over to support the chest, paying tribute to him, waiting for the next lord to speak. However, with the support of this female lord, the expression of the wolf is obviously a lot easier.

The anger is still indifferent, as he had planned before, no matter what the outcome, there is no harm to him.

In a few moments, another lord said: "The ink is also the power of my Mo people, let him live, how much can be used on the battlefield."

The opposite opinion of the two lords, the last lord will undoubtedly determine the life and death of the Ming Wang Tianwu.

I don't know from which direction, a voice came out: "Can live!"

Concise and concise, did not explain too much. It is estimated that, like the second lord, let the Mohist survive and play some role on the battlefield.

Rage and the Spike are saluting again.

When he got up, the angry flame smirked at the wolf, and the latter snorted and led his own inkless man and turned away.

He was surrounded by three inkmen, two of five products and six products, one of which was killed by Ding Si. The only six products were smashed by Yang Kai, and now only the last five products are left. Desolation.

If he still wants to get more ink, he can only buy it from other inks, or participate in such a gambling, or wait for the war to break out and ink the Terran warriors on the battlefield.

But no matter what, Spikes are losing money this time.

The angry flame that has some gap with him is naturally compelling.

Two gambling fights, one A, one more, but one more Ming Wang Tianwu, his Majesty still maintains a lineup of five generals, and the strength has also increased.

All of this has to be attributed to this newly-received servant named Wu Wu. If he did not give himself an unexpected surprise, how can he be happy today?

Turning his head and looking at the **** face, Yang Kai, who is in a wolf, is more pleasing to the eye.

I have never felt that a Mohist has been so popular.

"From today on, you will call A one!" Angry flames looked at Yang Kaidao.

Yang opened the door and whispered his fist: "Yes!"

From the name of Wu Wu, it suddenly became a one, which is obviously a huge rise in status.

"You are called Wu Wu!" The Mo people looked at the Ming Wang Tianwu.

A short break, Ming Wangtian, although the warrior has not fully recovered, but at least can stand up, and his face pale.