Peerless Divine Emperor

Chapter 192 is defeated

Grace?

When the red dragonfly said these two words, everyone in the room was stunned, especially Mu Shishi. At this moment, she realized that the original Xiaoshi, the former little war god, was his own master. Grace?

It is no wonder that when Jing Yufeng saw himself, he would suddenly ask how his master was doing?

In fact, very few people know that Jing Yufeng is the grace of the red dragonfly.

Even Mo Yunxie and others in the Dark Feather Hall have never heard of it.

But when they saw the excitement of the printed red dragonfly and the grateful look in their eyes, they knew that there would be no leave.

"Hung Hom has seen Grace."

The red dragonfly walked to the front of Jing Yufeng and bowed his hand to Jing Yufeng with respect.

Who does not know the temper of the Indian red scorpion, this lord, although an old woman, but an old woman, never easily bowed to people, but if he has something to do, he must be angry and tempered.

But now, the Indian Red Dragonfly is humbled by the wind.

"Hung Hom, I am not the original one, you don't have to be so polite to me."

Jing Yufeng saw the old man in front of him, and his face flashed a trace of shackles. This is not because of the relationship with the red dragonfly, but his own cultivation.

At one time, he did save the red dragonfly when the red dragonfly was in danger. It is precisely because of this that the red dragonfly has been calling himself since then.

But now, Jing Yufeng is no longer in the process of being in the face of the eight-powered warrior of the Red Dragonfly. This is nothing that is awkward in his heart.

"Well, no matter what you become, you will never forget the kindness of Hung Hom, you will always be my grace."

The red and red enamel is cut into the ground.

"Indian Red Dragonfly, you are all old, facing a waste of nothing, here is the left sentence, the other grace, you still have to face this old face? The face of Fengshuige will let you lose it. It is."

For the uninvited guest of the Indian Red Dragonfly, Mo Yunxie is very unhappy.

Hearing the words of Mo Yunxie, the red dragonfly restored her true color, and the face suddenly cooled down: "Mo old ghost, I am printing red dragonfly, do you need to tell your fingertips? Here is my residence, you know the words I will take the dog from your dark feather hall and leave here. Otherwise, I will not be polite with you.

When the red enamel is exported, it is full of domineering.

It is not like an old woman, it is more like an old man.

"Haha, don't be polite to me, you are just a martial arts. You think you can really get me? These years, my dark feather hall is waiting for you, because I don't care about you, you think you can really go to heaven. What?"

Mo Yunxie fearless and fearless.

After the talk, Mo Yunxie was still behind him, the elders congratulated him to the ear: "When you see the opportunity, you will get rid of Jing Yufeng and Jing Yunyu as soon as possible."

"Yes."

He Zhizhang nodded.

"It’s a horse, let’s take it out and say it."

The red dragonfly does not back down.

"Okay, if that's the case, then I can shoot."

Mo Yunxie was cold and cold, and the pace at his feet immediately became strange. The atmosphere of the eight-fold spirit of the martial arts was also like a river, and it rushed into a thousand miles.

"What is the use of saying so far, look at the trick."

When he saw it, he printed a red scream and took the lead. He did not use any martial arts or powerful means, just punched out of thin air.

A fist out, the world moves.

The surrounding Aura storm suddenly burst into the air, and at the moment when the fist was waving, the air seemed to see a ripple visible to the naked eye. The fist is like a tiger, with a horrible pressure, it is forced to face the door.

"Indigo, do you want to hurt me at this level of attack? You are too ridiculous."

In the face of the Indian Red Dragonfly's offensive, Mo Yunxie smiled faintly. He held his hand and did not move. In front of him, the aura was like a river, constantly surging, and finally it was Condensed in front of him into an aura barrier.

"boom."

A loud noise, the red dragonfly's fist squatted on the aura barrier, however, everyone was shocked to find that the punch of the red dragonfly did not incite the aura barrier half.

"Oh, just a little try, I didn't expect you to have two old ghosts. But, just rely on the Aura barrier to win me? Then you think too much."

The red dragonfly does not care about the recent defeat.

After a few steps of slamming back, the footsteps of the printed red dragonfly suddenly changed, and the handprints in the hands changed constantly. Immediately, a golden aura arrow was formed between his arms and arms.

"Rainstorm Arrow."

The red and red singers sighed low, and dozens of golden arrows, if they were in the same rainstorm, swiftly swept away toward Mo Yunxie. Wherever they went, the bandits were torn, and the earth was cracked. Out, like a spider web spreads out.

The battle between the eight warriors of Lingwujing is extraordinary.

Although it seems that the means are simple, but the momentum is much more fierce than the confrontation between Jingyun and the black wind.

"Hey, what powerful way should I be, is that the case? It's just that."

"Flying needles."

Mo Yunxie smiled slyly, then he slammed his rag, his arms swayed, his handprints changed constantly, and immediately in front of his eyes, he suddenly became a black giant needle, and the giant needle burst out and printed. The red dragonfly's arrow slammed into the air.

"Hey."

In an instant, the entire sky of the Jingjia Mansion, the golden light and the black ray exploded, like a fireworks bloom, beautiful, the color of the road is like a wave of water, swaying, dazzling.

"God, it’s too powerful, it’s too violent. It’s really exciting to have a confrontation with the Eight Great Armed Forces.”

Looking at the battle in the field, everyone's eyes are deeply attracted.

They were all stunned and hysterically amazed.

That kind of offensive, that storm, never seen, unheard of, horrible.

I have to say that the tricks of both of them are superb, so that everyone can be excited. However, even if they are close, there will be strong and weak points. Therefore, after a fight, the red and white are gradually defeated.

The golden arrows he exhibited were bursting away by the giant array, while Mo Yunxie had two remaining giant needles that were shot toward the red ink.

"Drink."

The red 缨 缨 缨 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印The two giant needles are completely resisted.