Prehistoric life

Seeing the big priest seemed to have the idea of ​​ending his purgatory life, but then he got this witch named Mengxuan again. This move made Zhou Cheng a little confused. I don't know what the other party wants to do.

As soon as the witch named Meng Yan saw Zhou Cheng, the two cattle bells shrank with big eyes, and the anger soared, and his body exuded a strong war and murderous spirit.

He is one of the strongest rising celebrities in the Wusheng. He never accepts who is, even if he is stronger than him, he just thinks that he can defeat him a day.

Such a person, on the ancestral god of the ancestors of that day, with other witch tribe, was severely injured by Zhou Cheng, who was severely injured by Zhou Cheng, and almost lost his combat effectiveness.

Every witch tribe is proud. Even if such a shame is not mentioned, he will remember his life for a lifetime. But Zhou Cheng was taken away by the priest, and he never knew where it was.

Now that the enemies are jealous, there is no need to provoke anything. Meng Yan has been stirred up.

"How do you want to play this time?" Zhou Cheng asked.

The priest pointed to Meng Yan and said, "It's nothing to deal with unconscious things, now you fight with him."

"He?" Zhou Cheng asked again, even more confusing.

It is not his arrogance. This witch named Mengxuan will definitely not be his opponent. This young witch family is still the realm of Tianxian. On the day, he is not his opponent on that big stone platform.

Now that I have struggled in the purgatory in the Baoishan Fire Sea for a year, my strength has already leap in qualitatively compared to the day.

He did not underestimate the witch tribe. Even if the two were qualified, the witch named Mengxuan had practiced hard for a year. But Zhou Cheng did not think he could improve greater improvement than himself.

If the two play against each other, this one named Meng Yan will not have their own opponents. But the priest will not be so boring. How can a person who can't beat himself instead of tortured himself before.

He asked in his unintentional sentence, but when he flashed his eyes, he could see Meng Yan. Immediately he was furious: "Sun Jiuyang, don't think you can win me. I have practiced hard for a year, just for today.

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As soon as the words fell, he waved his fist and killed Zhou Cheng.

This speed! Zhou Cheng's heart was shocked, and he was surprised. He suddenly found that Meng Yan's speed was simply fast and could not be described. The power on the fist seemed to exceed the strength of the day on the stone platform.

The fist was bombarded at the door of my face. I just wanted to escape, but how can I still have time.

I only heard a bang, and it seemed that the face was no wonder that the iron pot was shot. The two ears were buzzing, and the sky was dark. Zhou Cheng flew out directly.

The head was still a little dizzy, Meng Yan killed again. Zhou Cheng hurriedly wanted to avoid it, but it was not as good as the opponent's speed. He just had a movement.

Walk.

How could it be, Zhou Cheng shouted, he couldn't believe it. Or he didn't want to believe it. The other party was obviously not his opponent that day, but at this moment seemed to be stronger than himself.

Seeing that Meng Yan kicked again, Zhou Cheng hurriedly blocked his hands.

Strange. Zhou Cheng suddenly found another weird thing. Although the speed of Meng Yan is faster, I don't know how much. However, it hasn't changed much.

Few, but it cannot be discussed.

Cultivation can reach this level for one year. Very normal.

Could it be ... Zhou Chengzheng pointed at Meng Yan and drank loudly: "You have used the secret of the injury, so you can have such a speed."

"Fart!" Meng Yan answered him directly with his fist, banged with a punch, and retreated Zhou Cheng, who blocked his arms.

"My children of the witch tribe, how can I use that shameless means as you fairy. This is my own strength. I haven't seen it for a year. I didn't expect you to weaken it. On the same day, you really used the means that you couldn't see people.

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"Don't admit defeat, even if you admit defeat, I won't let you go!"

Meng Yan roared loudly, and his fist killed again.

Zhou Cheng could only fight twelve points of spirit. He found that his speed was far less than the other party. He could only defend his strength.

However, the opponent's movement and attack are too fast, and there is a sense of invincibility.

There must be a problem. Zhou Cheng immediately suspected that the priest had engaged in ghosts.

Since the great priest let this person fight against himself, it should have been there long ago. He is the great priest of the witch. Although he is a unscrupulous person in his eyes, in the eyes of these witch tribe, he must be highly respected.

Although Meng Yan should not be his opponent, it is also an important rising star of the Wuxian. The priest should not let him cultivate what injury to the body is to restore his face.

"Let me die!" A roar, Meng Yan's fist whistled.

Zhou Cheng was distracted, and was hit directly, and he flew out for a sulk. Although it was a little painful, it was not a big deal. During this time, because the dead wood was broken, his body was far away, and his body was far away.

The victory was once. At this moment, the turtlers are urged, and the defense power has improved a lot.

But it is not a thing to be beaten like this. Zhou Cheng no longer thinks about it at the moment, and he strives to do his best.

Meng Yan practiced hard for a year, and the hatred of the day continued to swell in his heart, and it has already reached the limit of the explosion. Now this immortal named Sun Jiuyang is in front of him. He simply explains everything, that is, he wants to kill the other party.

The boxing shadow was like rain, full of space in front of him. Zhou Cheng worked hard to calm himself and defend his best.

The speed is not a grade at all. Even if you have a drunk fairy, you can't run the other party. Only the instinctual dodge ability can have a slight effect, but it can't affect much.

The two sides fought fiercely, Zhou Cheng defended his best, without a trick, Meng Yan was a crazy attack.

It was the rhythm of being beaten at all. Zhou Cheng couldn't fight back at all.

After so many days, Zhou Cheng gradually adapted, and he suddenly found a very weird thing.

After being beaten for a few days in a row, he found that he was gradually familiar with such a rhythm. His consciousness had been able to keep up with the speed of the other party, clearly see the opponent's attack trajectory, and know how he should resist.

But the body does not seem to be controlled, and it is always impossible to make corresponding actions.

That feeling indicates that the white point is that consciousness can keep up with the opponent's rhythm, but the body can't keep up. Often the movement of the defensive move is half, and the opponent's attack has reached its own body.

This situation is too weird, and the consciousness can keep up, but the movement cannot keep up.

Zhou Cheng's heart was stunned, and it was true that this young witch clan said, not to what extent he was, but he weakened himself? (If you continue to be continued, please search for astronomy. The novel is better updated and faster!