Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The thick smoke gradually dissipated, and a gray figure stood on the ground. Zhang Wei waved his defensive vessel, lightly patted the smoke on his body, and looked at Zheng Yi in the distance with some dissatisfaction. There is usually a curse: "Your mother, why are you playing like this! Make me gray!"

In the distance, Zheng Yi looked at the monster in front of him, swallowed a mouthful of water, and said, "This is a defensive tool!"

Zhang Wei didn't notice him, and there was still dust on his body. After a while, he turned over with his right hand, a white paper fan.

"Your mother, you have enough to play! Now is my time, I don't know how to cherish this face!" Zhang Wei said very clearly, the fingerprints on both hands were turned over, and as the fingerprints turned, the paper fan gradually Remove from palm. The paper fan exudes a strong volley.

"Cultivate immortals!" There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd. At this time, Fang Lang knew that Zhang Wei was on the catwalk.

In this vast eastern continent, immortals are not a minority, but because the rules and regulations of immortals are rarely seen in the world, this is not Fang Lang's first contact with immortals, but this is his battle to fight again. start.

"Are you a cultivator?" Zheng Yi asked Geology.

"What do you think of me? What is the wave of third-order cultivators in this area? Compared with your sixth-order martial arts strongman, I am a bit humble!" Zhang Yi laughed at himself, but the fingerprints in his hands never stopped. Flip.

"You can't bear the yellow intermediate combat skills in my eyes, it's like a waste. Look at my fairy method!" Zhang Hao's fingerprints flipped in the air again, and the curved paper fan moved slowly in mid-air. The ground turned to Zheng Yi.

At this time, Fang Lang knew that the paper fan related to him was actually an attack weapon used by the Immortal Hand. The difference between an immortal and a martial artist is that they don't use fighting techniques. Every practitioner has his own. Instruments, they control the instruments through immortal methods to achieve the same effect as combat techniques.

Zheng Yi didn't take care of his right hand and the gray wide sword sticking out in the distance, and returned it to his hand. Broad sword swings smashing paper fans.

The paper fan is still spinning slowly. When the paper fan touched the broadsword, the sound of metal clashing was heard. Then everyone was surprised to find that at the moment of contact with the paper fan, the broad sword turned into countless metal fragments. .

The paper fan continues to rotate forward. The seemingly ordinary paper fan released powerful energy the moment it came into contact with Zheng Yi. Unprotected, Zheng Yi, who was shot a few feet away, stood up and wiped the corner of his mouth. Looking into Zhang Yan's eyes with a few drops of blood, the killing became more intense. There is still a faint smile on Zhang Yan's mouth, and the fingerprints in his hands are waving a powerful spirit to control the paper fan in the air. The paper fan let out a glare scream, and the fan god turned to Zheng Yi again.

"Those seven brothers!" A man wearing a long gray sword was thrown when a man cleaned up under the stage and fell.

Zheng Yi looked at the paper fan who was looking for him. A gray energy was injected into the sword, and the long sword exuded a faint gray. The sword fell onto the paper fan, this time there was no long sword. The two weapons compete in mid-air. Zheng Yi is mobilizing his body's energy to resist the paper fan. The little paper fan gradually said, "Dare to hurt my seven brothers, pay for it with your life!" Several people were very angry, the breath of the sixth-order powerhouse exploded completely, and the breath locked Zhang Hao firmly. ..