This Sword Repair Is A Bit Fierce

The golden cudgel in Fang Ziqing's hand was covered with a dull black body, and the light suddenly prevailed.

It has followed Fang Ziqing for so long, and it has been updated several times during the period.

Originally, Own’s playful act was to pay tribute to the lawless existence in his own world.

At this time, Fang Ziqing's violent Spirit Power fully blessed it, and finally ushered in the first all-round increase in history.

Seeing that the golden hoop is black and shiny, but with a little silvery golden hoop, Fang Ziqing laughed.

The air bubbles around him were instantly crushed by the Spirit Power between his hands.

At the same time, the weak water spout that was as heavy as the mountains slammed towards Fang Ziqing.

Sure enough, the bubble burst

In this weak water, even Fang Ziqing can't help feeling every action of his own at this moment.

Because of this water's restraint, it was greatly hindered.

And after the bubbles are broken, Fang Ziqing has no excess oxygen.

He is only angry now!

As for how long he can hold on in this tone, how many moves he can release, he doesn't know.

Fang Ziqing's face was calm, waiting for the weak waterspout to hit him crazily.

And somewhere, Lan Ruo and a weak water spirit covered in black and blue are paying close attention to Fang Ziqing's every move.

From time to time, the weak water spirit separates one and two clones.

Then the body opened its mouth wide and swallowed the two separated clones.

It hiccups and goes round and round, playing like a child who has not grown up.

Lan Ruo looked at the weak water spirit who had shrunk his figure, but he was actually just a clone in front of him.

As for its main body?

Lan Ruo looked at the boundless weak waters in front of him, and his body was everywhere in his eyes!

The spirit of weak water now transforms into a handful of weak water, floating gently on Lan Ruo’s head

"Lan Ruo Big sis, this is the first time I saw someone come in since you came in!"

When Lan Ruo heard this age-old and geometrically weak water spirit, she innocently told her Big Si to shook her head helplessly.

Its nature seems to be like this, and according to the life of their heaven and earth spirits, it is indeed still in its infancy.

Lan Ruo stretched out his hand to touch the weak water on his head, stretched out a primate finger and poked it lightly.

Looking at Lan Ruo's actions, the weak water spirit gave out a crisp laugh, seeming to like Lan Ruo's amusement with it.

Lan Ruo looked at Fang Ziqing's figure in the water mirror in front of him and said

"I am very optimistic about him!"

The weak water spirit sounded like it was stimulated, dissatisfied

"Are you going?"

Since the last old city master, Xiacheng, gave Lan Ruohou the weak water domain that suppressed the monster sea.

Lan Ruo has only been in contact with himself for a few years since then.

For it, let alone a few years, even decades and hundreds of years are no more than a moment.

Lonely and lonely, how can Lan Ruo be willing to leave?

Lan Ruo shook his head lightly and said, "Not for the time being, but in recent years the offensive of the Monster Race has grown stronger."

"Even if the entire Xiamen city and the entire Tiannan province belong to the edge of the second theater of war, they still received several devastating blows!"

A trace of worry flashed in her always calm eyes and said: "I am naturally safe in Xiamen City, but this is not what I want!"

The spirit of the weak water did not speak, but the clouds made of weak water continuously flashed out, slowly floating above them, embellishing the originally empty space.

For it, what kind of war and what belief?

These are not things that it cares about.

Having been alone here for tens of thousands of years, he finally regained his wit, and got to know Lan Ruo, a good friend that he had never had before.

It was reluctant to die, so the entire region of weak water severely blocked the Monster Sea.

From then on, the Demonic Beasts in the monster sea can no longer enter the territory of Xiamen City as easily as before!

Lan Ruo pointed to Fang Ziqing in the water mirror and said, "If one day I am gone, you have to help him, obedient!"

The weak water spirit keeps changing its shape. It doesn't like Lan Ruo saying such things because it will make it feel a very annoying emotion.

Sad, or sad?

But upon hearing Lan Ruo's words, the Weak Water Spirit wondered: "Where is the little girl you often bring?"

Lan Ruo knew it was asking Lan Qinghan.

Although Lan Qinghan was always on the shore, he had never touched weak water.

But the weak water spirit under the water can be seen clearly.

If it weren't for Lan Ruo's request not to go ashore, it would scare her every time.

Lan Ruo showed signs of leaving Xiamen City and walked towards the battlefield she yearned for.

This is the worst thing that happened to you. Don’t you want yourself to assist that girl?

Why is this man?

For Fang Ziqing's performance before, it was very good indeed.

But even if Fang Ziqing is better than that girl?

It doesn't care about these things at all, it might as well find a girl with the same blood relationship as Lan Ruo.

Lan Ruo's original calm face suddenly became serious, she looked at the weak water spirit and said: "A Shui, in the future, absolutely don't think like this!"

If the human race wants to be strong, it should delegate the heavy responsibility to more capable people instead of own kinship.

It's a pity, too many people don't understand this truth.

The spirit of weak water was taken aback.

It sounds like Lan Ruo didn't call this for a long time, but it was their extraordinary title.

Ah Shui nodded, it could see that Lan Ruo was serious and determined.

That being the case, it will not say much.

Lan Ruo looked at the weak water spirit and smiled, "Of course, this is just the worst plan."

"No matter how strong the Monster Race is, isn't our Human Race also contending for a thousand years?"

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Without knowing that Fang Ziqing was peeped by the two strong men, he gave a cold snort at this time.

For the first time in history, Fang Ziqing’s Golden Cudgel was irrigated by Spirit Power. It looked like a dry and cracked land without water all year round.

The dark black stick was shaking slightly, expressing his own excitement without reservation.

Fang Ziqing pursed his mouth, then his body leaped suddenly.

Then The next moment, that monstrous weak water jet suddenly arrived here.

Fang Ziqing raised the golden hoop high above his head.

Even if every drop of weak water seemed to weigh a thousand catties, Fang Ziqing didn't realize it at this time.

The violent Spirit Power within him kept roaring.

Uncle's!

Having been suffocated for so long, it was finally possible to come out unscrupulously for a while, not to behave well?

At this time, the weak water spirit called Ah Shui swayed again and again, grinning.

"You said how long he can support it before it will be swallowed."

"Well, is it one second or two seconds?"

Lan Ruo thought slightly, shook his head and said, "At least five seconds!"

A Shui's eyes widened, slightly surprised.

If Lan is a kind of person, he knows what kind of person he is, and he is always very harsh on himself and others. At this time, Fang Ziqing's evaluation is so high!

"Really? You didn't last for six seconds. Can he match yours?"

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