Unrivaled in Immortality

Wang Yong's attack situation suddenly changed.

I saw the emerald green cover of the willow leaf covering it in it, and the emerald green willow leaves exudes the green light, as if it is solid.

At this moment, Wang Yong's big foot suddenly fell, and he stepped on the shield formed by the emerald green willow leaf.

Under the protection of the emerald green cover, the surname An was smashed to the ground quickly.

"嘭 ~"

The smoke rose, and the ground was smashed into a deep pit.

The movement here attracted everyone's attention, but when they saw Wang Yong's weird appearance, they all showed incredible colors.

Because Wang Yong's changes are too big, as if they just judged two people just now, even if they didn't know that Wang Yong was fighting with the surname of An, they could not recognize what kind of monster it was.

However, they quickly looked at the enemies in front of them because they threatened more than Wang Yong's enemy.

The monk of An An was stepped on by Wang Yong, and Wang Yong continued to attack without hesitation.

Booming towards the deep pit, a blood -colored cattle was blasted from his fist, smashed towards the deep pit, and then Wang Yong suddenly rushed towards below.

"boom"

"嘭"

A series of explosions sounded, and then Wang Yong saw a emerald green ball with one hand, jumping out of the deep pit, and he was entangled with some willow branches composed of some emerald green willow leaves at the moment.

The monk of An An was firmly trapped in it at this moment. Wang Yong stretched out his other hand and pulled the willow branches on his body. Then Liu Zhi slowly dissipated in his hand.

"Do you think about it?" Wang Yong was close to the emerald green cover, watching the surname of An, who was fully supporting the shield, said.

"What do you want?" The monk An asked in a difficult say.

"Hehe, I want to regret it now? I thought you are really not afraid of death."

Wang Yong revealed a disdain, and the surname of An's surname was red.

"However, it's too late to ask Rao, but Wang Yong said.

Immediately, he saw that his two palms slowly combined the emerald green in the middle of the two palms, and then the two palms slowly worked.

At this moment, the emerald green cover was full of light, and the willow leaves fell off from it to prevent Wang Yong.

Liu Ye was like a knife and hit the sound of "Ding Ding Dang" on Wang Yong's palm. Wang Yong's palm slowly pressed down, as if he was uninterrupted by qi.

Gradually, the original circular green cover became oval, and the monk An's face became red, and the mana was injecting it as if it was not money.

At this moment, the body of the surname of An also suddenly became a bit taller, and his muscles had a strong strength of Jin Dan.

"It seems that your old guy still has a hidden means." Wang Yong's voice sounded clearly in his ear, but the monk An was no time. He was now on the edge of the collapse.

Wang Yong's palm was even harder. At this moment, the surname of the surname was also bent down, sweating, obviously it was almost the limit.

From time to time, the emerald green willow leaves collapsed towards Wang Yong from time to time, but they could not hurt Wang Yong at all.

The sound of "click, click" sounded, and cracks began to appear on the emerald green cover.

"呲"

The surname of An An sprayed with blood sharply, and his breath suddenly became even more sluggish. When Wang Yong saw this, he saw that the blood fog of both palms permeated.

"Click"

The emerald green cover was broken, and the monk of the surname of An appeared, and he had not waited for the monk of An An to escape. Wang Yong had a big hand holding him firmly.

The surname of the surname was struggling to the place, and Wang Yong also felt his struggle. A shadow branch appeared again, and he entangled the palm of the monk of An Yong in Wang Yong.

Liu Zhi slid on his hands and brought a series of Mars.

"Isn't it good to die honestly?" Wang Yong said calmly.

Immediately, the Blood Demon Style was running and wanted to refine the surname of An.

A trace of blood fog emerged in his hands, and then rushed towards the monk of An.

At this moment, the monk of An An has been firmly controlled by Wang Yong. To refine, he does not need to spend too much effort.

"Ah !!!" A screaming scream sounded that the monk An was already covered with blood mist at this moment, and a trace of qi and blood was absorbed by Wang Yong.

There are almost few people left in the field, but these screams still make them creepy, as if they are also experiencing such pain.

Wu Qingshan has stabilized at this moment, and the soul of the soul of the soul of the soul is exhausted.

Wang Yong's refining and chemical continued, but it was much easier than just now, because the monk of An An had no breath. He died and died in Wang Yong's hands.

As a strand of qi and blood was refined, the body of the surname was dry.

Until the last trace of qi and blood was refined, Wang Yong spread his palm, and the body of the monk of An An turned into a ray of smoke, and a storage jade was grasped by Wang Yong.

Wang Yong first glanced at Wu Qingshan's situation, and found that Wu Qingshan was pressing the two to fight, so that he turned his body into normal size.

He stood up in the void, the teenager looked handsome, his appearance was handsome, the wind and robe rushed, with a seemingly indifferent smile on his face, and a strong contrast with the monster just now.

Wang Yong held a slap -sized jade pendant, and then explored his mind.

There weren't many things inside, but the pile of spiritual crystals like a small mountain made Wang Yong's heart beat fast, but this was not his main purpose.

He looked at the emerald green scroll lying under the spiritual crystal.

Then, with a flash of light and shadow, the scroll appeared in Wang Yong's hand.

Looking at the emerald green scroll in his hand, Wang Yong opened it, and saw that the scroll opened like a willow leaf, emitting a hazy green light.

On the scroll, there was a willow tree swaying in the wind, its branches were vigorous, and the willow leaves were emerald green and full of vitality.

"That's it." Wang Yong sighed, then put the scroll away and put it into his storage ring.

Then he put away the storage jade pendant and looked at the battlefield of Wu Qingshan.

He clenched his fist with one hand, and a blood-red bull head slowly emerged on it. This blood-red bull head was only the size of Wang Yong's fist, but it was extremely solid, and the bull's horns soared into the sky, with infinite pride.

The bloody bull head was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

In the high-altitude battlefield, the three people's attacks collided, the two brothers and sisters retreated, and Wu Qingshan was as stable as usual.

Wang Yong's eyes lit up when he saw this: "Good opportunity!"

Then he punched out, and the fist-sized bloody bull head flew towards the sky, and his target was the girl.