MTL - A Demon’s Path-Chapter 876 Zou Wei and Lanya

"嗡嗡" two sounds, pink killing God's arms once again condensed two Amethyst lightsaber, smashed to the black chariot of Lanya.

"砰" a clear sound, the black chariot under the pink amethyst Amethyst screams roared, and the explosion exploded.

This violent explosion, with the explosion of pink killing God, was also opened up.

The attack of Lan Ya was actually the idea of ​​holding the same with Zou Wei.

"Zou Wei." Watching the black chariot dragging the pink killing **** into a myriad of pieces, when the two chariots collided with each other, Ling Xiao couldn't help but scream.

I don't know why, Ling Xiao's heart is actually a pain.

He thought that he didn't like Zou Wei. Everything was forced to let Zou Wei stay with him.

However, until Zou Wei's figure disappeared into the sea of ​​fire, Ling Xiao knew that his heart had already had Zou Wei's figure.

"Zou Wei..." Ling Xiao’s heart burst into pain, just like someone had dug a knife in his heart. He wanted to shed tears, but he found that he couldn’t drop his tears.

This woman who has been entangled in marrying herself is really dead.

Huh, a figure jumped out of the sea of ​​fire, and the blackened look looked like a charred wood.

"She is still alive." Ling Xiao is a happy first, as long as Zou Wei is alive, is it that she is burnt and ugly, she has a way to restore her appearance.

However, from the shadow of the shadow, it was the sharp and hoarse laughter of Lan Ya, and Ling Xiao’s heart was completely cooled down.

"Haha, hahaha..." Lan Ya laughed with a laugh that was even more ugly than crying: "Ling, I finally killed your woman and pulled a funeral, haha."

Ling Xiao’s teeth creaked, and I couldn’t wait to rush in and smash the ugly woman into two.

"I want to kill me, it's not that easy." Another figure is jumping out of the sea of ​​fire, the voice, not who Zou Wei can be.

The original anger, Ling Xiao, suddenly cheered up, and the body could not help but tremble: "She is still alive."

Zou Wei is not only alive, but also alive. Outside her body, a sparkling, thin, flapped silver armor protects her from the scourge of fire.

Ling Xiao took a long sigh of relief. He had forgotten it before. Zou Wei was a treasure chest that would move. How could she not have one or two treasures for self-defense?

It was Lanya’s silly woman who stupidly took Zou Wei to the end, and as a result she was burned into black charcoal. Zou Wei did not have anything at all.

"Wow, ah," said Lanya, mad and mad, holding a thundering thunder in one hand and throwing it forward, trying to use this thunder to kill Zou Wei.

Zou Wei’s eyes are fast, and a defensive soul shield throws at the same time.

With a bang, the Thunder was on the defensive soul shield, and the Soul Shield radiated a layer of soft and transparent light, which bounced back the thundering thunder.

"Ah," said Lanya, screaming, and the thunder burst at the same time. A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

Bang, Lan Ya's body with this sound, and the mushroom cloud together into the dust in the fire.

Not long after the death of Ranya, the armored units of the Demon Tower in the battlefield were also eliminated.

In this battle, Zou Wei finally won with his personal ability and extremely weak advantage on the battlefield.

Three days before the battle of the priest, the death of the priest had already returned to the mountain. Ling Xiao looked at Luo Huixin, who was out of the isolation and was there, and turned his gaze to the priest. Battlefield.

The two big men, Xiong Xiao and Lu Wu, led the soldiers of the Blue Sky Alliance to fight hard, and they fought each other for three days. At this time, they finally surrounded the Gen priest who had a face of slavery.

No way, the Geng priest is not the material to fight with the soldiers. Even though he has arranged his formation into an iron barrel array, he can also lower his morale to the lowest level.

The warriors of the towers of the gods are only fighting by the instinct of survival. It is a very good result to last for three days.

The Geng priest looked at the thousands of people around him and faced the army of more than 300,000. He suddenly laughed like a mad madman: "Haha... haha... the great **** of the soul, think of us as It’s your greatness to abandon it like garbage.”

Xiong Xiaocai, regardless of the emotion of the neuropathy priest there, waved his hand and shouted: "Brothers, kill them."

Brushing brush...

More than 300,000 soldiers of the Blue Sky Alliance threw a long gun with a soul force. The dense rifle, like a rain, beat the banana, and fell madly on the thousands of people.

Booming...

The long gun fell on the small ground, and the purple rays of the group exploded and brought out a group of bright red blood...

The Tang Geng priest fell to the same end as the former priest, and was shot dead.

"Oh, it’s finally over, my old whistle has never been so addicted, haha." The bears covered in blood could not help but laugh loudly, and the surviving blue sky alliance soldiers also laughed loudly. .

They laugh not because they are happy, but because they want to vent.

Three days later, they died hundreds of thousands of comrades, and they survived. This kind of weird and strange mood was brought up by the laughter of Xiong Xiao, which made the entire battlefield filled with laughter and laughter. .

On the next battlefield, the battle between Xin Priest Xin Luoting and the candle dragon is nearing the end.

I don't know why, the power of the prayer sword in Xin Luoting's hand suddenly weakened a lot. Her strength was weaker than the candle dragon, and the sword of prayer suddenly lost most of her power, making her caught off guard and being photographed by a candle dragon. On the sword of prayer, she even took a sword with her sword and flew hundreds of meters away.

"Wow,." Xin Luoting squirted blood, and the body involuntarily flew in the direction of Zhu Xiaolu.

Zhu Xiaolu took advantage of the opportunity and flew up in the sky. The eight thorns behind him lit up at the same time and slammed toward Xin Luoting.

If the eight thorns are stabbed, the beautiful and chilling priest will have to become an ugly body with eight blood holes.

When conditions permit, the priests will naturally not let themselves die so ugly.

Feeling the arrival of the enemy attack, Xin Luoting hurriedly wrapped his body tightly with the soul, blocking the big thorns that Zhu Xiaolu had waved.

Hey.

The eight big-footed thorns were blocked by the purple soul force in the body of Xin Luoting. There was no way to move forward, hanging there and constantly trembled.

In this way, Xin Luoting finally stopped the flight of the candle dragon, and let himself re-suspended.

"You are a ugly spider, dare to give me a black hand." Every white robes are so proud, especially the white robes like Xin Luoting, which combines beauty and strength.

In her eyes, Zhu Xiaolu is an ugly spider. It is unforgivable that such ugly things can be counted.

"Death." Even if he had just smashed a candle and suffered a serious injury, Xin Luoting still had enough strength to deal with Zhu Xiaolu.

She waved the sword of prayer and was preparing to mobilize the soul to kill Zhu Xiaolu on the spot. She couldn't help the strange power in her body to travel through her body and let her blood cool down.

"It's...death..." Xin Luoting's face glowed green, and the hand holding the sword stopped in midair and could not fall: "Poison..."

"Dead." Zhu Xiaolu looked at Xin Luoting quietly: "I see you die."

The eight feet of the thorns behind Zhu Xiaolu squirmed, and it made people feel very gloomy.

Xin Luoting’s eyes stared straight at the eight feet, and the beautiful face showed her inner horror on her face.

"I don't like people to say that I am ugly, I will make you become more ugly than spiders." After all, the eight feet behind Zhu Xiaolu quickly stabbed.

Oh...

Xin Luoting's soft body was pierced by eight sharp feet, and blood was sprayed from the eight wounds.

"Sure enough, the woman got a hand." Xin Luoting, who looked at the flowery appearance, was stabbed by Zhu Xiaolu, and Ling Xiao sighed in his heart: "The only female spider is so ruthless, cough..."

The priest and his squadron fought three dragons for three days, and the priests would not be able to stand up, the three dragons could not hold.

Although the three-headed dragon is also a descendant of the beast, it still has a certain gap compared to the real beast.

It can be supported for so long under the sly attack. This three-headed dragon is already very strong.

The priests knew that if they dragged on like this, they would die, and they immediately sighed: "Want to kill me, I will let you first get some blood and realize the Shinto."

Under the violent attack of the cricket, the priests finally showed his strongest skills.

The body of the priest priest suddenly gave off a golden light, making his whole person look holy.

This glimmer of light, the whole sky is like a layer of golden soft yarn, the air within a radius of ten miles has become a ripple, and the temperature has risen sharply.

"It's so strong." All the remaining fighters sensed this powerful force and stopped involuntarily, looking up at the sky.

Now is the time to win and lose, the battle below them is no longer a decisive factor, the battle above is.

The cockroach was surrounded by golden light and had disappeared.

Even so, the Golden Armor of the Tower of the Devil has no hope in mind, they know that the immediate advantage is only short-lived.

Sure enough, the sharp voice was immediately heard in the golden light: "With this level of power, I dare to come out and offer ugliness, and die."

"Hey..."

There was a rush of the flesh in the golden light, and no one could see what was going on inside, but everyone could hear the scream of the heartbreaking priest: "Ah,,,, ""