"I am worthy of being from the Gongxi clan, and I am indeed stubborn."

There is nothing to continue to talk about when we negotiate this step.

A sharp whistle cut through the sky.

Puff puff puff puff —

The dense bones broke out from the ground, and formed a war horse skeleton in less than a breath. As the last bone returned to its position, the war horse tilted its neck and neighed. Four balls of flames spread rapidly upwards under the horse's hooves, and wherever the flames passed, they turned into ferocious horse armor. The war horse was twice as big as the war horse of an ordinary brave warrior. The horse's hooves kicked, leaving a black afterimage in the air, and the majestic waves rushed in all directions.

He approached Jimo Qiu's face door in an instant.

The horse's hooves were raised high, trying to trample him into meat paste.

With the power of ten thousand pounds, he fell down fiercely.

Jimo Qiu's spear was blocked.

When the two attacked each other, the gun body showed a significant concave arc under the pressure of huge force, and an inconspicuous breaking sound was made in the middle.

puff--

A black flame ignited on the horse's back.

Wei Cheng appeared from the flames, his arms raised, and his strength gathered in his hand. The target was Jimoqiu's head. Although the hammer head of the Guduo Hammer was very small and looked not very lethal, it was a gadget that could easily break the armor of a brave warrior, and had the magical effect of pointing out the surface. If Jimoqiu was hit by this head, even if his helmet could remain intact, the Tianling Cover under the helmet would be smashed to pieces.

Jimo Qiu borrowed skill and pulled back.

As he pulled away, the horse's hooves suddenly lost their target. When they landed, the dust rose high, the land under his feet cracked, and the cracks spread like spider webs. The horse's kick stepped on a two or three feet of sunken. At the same time, the Bone Hammer fell into a hollow.

Jimo Qiu raised his hand and raised his hand.

The broken spear under the horse's hooves turned into martial arts and flew towards his palms.

"Haha, you boy is better than your ancestor."

Wei Cheng's words were contempt and jokes.

Not only did he not have a sense of urgency, he was like a hunter who was sure to win, and he was interested in admiring the prey's embarrassing appearance of saving himself in desperate situations. Jimo Qiu said: "You shouldn't use your ancestors to measure my strength, it will only put you in desperate situations."

A brief contact made him confirm something.

Wei Cheng in front of him is far less than the twenty-level Chehou realm.

It is even weaker than the incarnation transformed by Wynda.

However, this happened to prove why the worship of the Immortal Sect did not allow Wei Cheng to take action directly. You should know that a twenty-level Chehou who was between life and death and could not be beaten to death is harder than Wonder, whose strength was at its peak. Wonder's lack of arm and leg would be seriously injured, but the one in front of him would not. There was never only one who played his strengths and avoided his weaknesses, but how could one play his weaknesses and avoid his strengths? There must be tricks among them!

This trick should be solved.

Because of Wei Cheng's strength.

What most of the power is used to suppress? Jimo Qiu guessed that it should be more than a hundred souls devoured by Weicheng. Most of the national masters also knew this problem, so they used the method of inverting civil and military affairs - suppressing the enemy is equivalent to improving themselves! Restricting the strength of the two armies and suppressing the top combat power ceiling of the two armies at the tenth-class Zuo Shuchang realm is undoubtedly the most beneficial method to Weicheng.

Wei Cheng stood on his horse and played with the bone hammer in his hand.

"Yeah?"

As he finished speaking, the squeezed face suddenly opened his eyes.

Her eyes were facing Jimo Qiu.

Wei Cheng smiled indifferently and said, "Then let's compare?"

He raised the bone hammer in his hand, and the lips on his chest that belonged to a high priest moved slightly. Jimo Qiu understood the lips and knew what the other party was saying at a glance. That was a prayer of magic!

Gong Xiqiu: "...How could he succeed-"

He was like a big goose strangled, unable to make a sound.

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Chapter completed!