The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

brush!

The silver light from Shang Xiuxiu's sleeve blinked Liu Yicheng's body while looking at him, and even stepped on two positions to avoid the silver light.

Ding!

The silver light hit the ground and fell to the ground. It was a silver dart half the size of a thumb.

Brush it!

The other three silver lights were shot at the same time.

But before the three silver lanterns were different, they did not advance in a straight line, but each formed a beautiful arc in the air, hitting Liu Yicheng from the left, center, and right.

Liu Yicheng continued on foot, as if he hadn't seen the dart he hit, and his eyes were fascinated by the purple wind.

Seeing that the badminton was about to hit his body, he saw his right hand on the cuff of his left hand, a golden light swaying. At that time, three darts were hit by golden light.

Liu Yicheng's homeopathic speed accelerated, and the golden light in his hand turned into a thin golden thread stabbed.

This golden light is a golden soft whip, thick thread. At this time, under Liu Yicheng's perfusion, it straightened out like a slender golden needle.

The "needle" of the golden needle shook, and the two silver lamps re-issued by Shang Xiuxiu turned on, and a strange black gas condensed on the "golden needle".

The bombarded silver dart was dyed with black gas, the smooth surface quickly became mottled, and the blink of the eye was corroded into scrap iron.

Zifeng's eyes changed. What is this exercise?

I can't think of too much, Liu Yicheng stepped on his monk Xiuxiu at an unfamiliar pace. The "Golden Needle" mixed with the black smoldering stench. Under the dim lights of the garage, the shadow of the needle swayed, making it unpredictable and impossible to grasp.

Well, Zhongshan is a big hit, and this scourge should be completed.

"Waste!"

A voice suddenly rang in the garage, and everyone was taken aback.

who is that?

The most shocking person was Zifeng and Shang Xiuxiu, who stood opposite Liu Yicheng. They really saw that the sound was actually coming from Liu Yicheng's mouth.

But this tone is definitely not the price of Liu Yi.

How's it going?

When Zifeng was surprised, his hands were not slow, his left arm was shocked, and a black light on his sleeve stabbed Liu Yicheng's heart.

No matter how much, kill you first!

Liu Yicheng was still, motionless, seemingly scared.

Suddenly, his eyebrows split and there was no bleeding, but it was a cloud of black ink. Then a dark green eyed eye protruded from inside. The iris reflects the image of Zifeng monk Shang Xiuxiu, distorted and ugly.

In the eyes of evil souls, the black gas is prosperous, spreading in all directions like waves.

The darts and sleeve arrows quickly eroded in the black air, and then fell. Only the light of Zifeng's final exit is still the same.

This black light is a scorpion iron dagger tied with silk. These two things are not ordinary commodities. They are completely unaffected by this extremely corrosive black gas, and they are still Liu Yicheng's heart.

"Lost the monk, expose, or even solve these guys. You are stupid, what should you do!"

"Liu Yicheng" looked cold, his tone was majestic, and his tone was like a superior one.

"This is definitely not the common Liu Yicheng!"

Zifeng is convinced.

Liu Yicheng took the majesty that did not belong to him, saying that he was not what he could say.

The atmosphere in this field is very different.

Not to mention Zi Feng, Shang Xiuxiu, Tu Sheng, Li Dahe, Zhang Chaoran and others were shocked and inexplicable. The four black men Liu Yicheng brought was also a frightened face. Obviously, I don't know what happened to Liu Yicheng.

"Whether it's worth it, no matter who makes you or me."

The voice of "Liu Yicheng" was broken in the middle, and this continued: "You have to clean up the mess for you!"

While speaking, the black gas turned into a layer of black waves, flapping the smashed iron dagger, and followed the silk to open the sky's wrist forcefully.

His entire arm suddenly became unbearable. He gritted his teeth and shook his wrist. He came back hard for the first time.

The billowing black air also rushed down the dagger.

Shang Xiuxiu is obviously a little nervous, holding Zifeng's subconscious power, tightening his arms.

Zifeng sneered. Although I don't know what this ugly dark circle is or what the weird black gas is, he knows that these things are also used by Liu Yicheng's body. Is it difficult for you to immediately make him stronger and stronger?

Zifeng thinks it is right. This strange look really can't make Liu Yicheng's strength soar, but it is not a means.

As the black gas poured in, the eyes became bigger and bigger, as if they were falling off, and the black light penetrated into the black air. Zifeng saw the black light and felt terrible. Before he responded, he felt that his eyebrows were swollen, his headache was cracked, he was sick and nauseous, and he couldn't wait to faint.

"Xiaoyou Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

I found the wrong Sang Su-soo exclaimed.

Zifeng's situation is not good at this time. The whole person has fallen into a mixed state, and his thoughts are confused. He could not react normally.

At this time, the big nightmare that has been sleeping suddenly starts to self-activate, and the mental power in the brain expands with the fluctuation of the source force, just like a heart rhythm.

Hey!

With a slight explosion, a dark cloud suddenly exploded, "Liu Yicheng" took three steps back, and a strange dark green sap came out of strange eyes and stinks.

"what happened?"

His face was smashed, revealing the color of doubt.

"Why did the child's spirit soar suddenly?"

At this time, the opposite is already a sword.

"Can't let this guy launch a strange mental attack!"

After the black light broke out, "Big Dream" was strangled, and Zifeng could not guarantee that he would encounter such a psychological attack next time. It may also have this kind of "automatic guardian" reaction, so he decided to start with a strong hand.

Compared with the opponent's unforgivable mental attack, Liu Yicheng's martial arts did not put it in his eyes. He is not the first person to win the game. If he is injured, he will defeat this guy.

Even if the other party cultivates, he still has this certainty.

"This is good!"

When Zifeng's sword started, he heard a scream, which was the voice of Fatty Zhang Chaoran.

Although Zhang Chaoran and Li Dahe are entangled with black people, they have been paying attention to the situation here. They were worried, worried, excited and surprised about Zifeng's situation.

Zifeng, this child doesn't know how to break the black lamp of suspected psychological attack. However, Zifeng's sword counterattacked, Zhang Changran's eyes immediately lit up, and the fat man on his face was shaking with excitement.