Before the first world war, Tang Qing always disagreed with the strength of the monks.
People at the same level can’t beat him, and those he can’t beat are often the ones who have the power of heaven and won’t have any ideological burden at all.
From today on, Tang Qing won’t think so. Just because of the possibility of a monk exploding in the middle of Dan’s life, Tang Qing was driven to the point where he almost ran out of ammunition and food. After all, this person is just a general strength.
So can it be said, but all Godsworn Dan, as long as he dares to work hard, is in danger of falling at any time with Tang Qing’s existing strength.
This is completely different from Tang Qing’s previous situation in the face of Godsworn Tsukiji. No Godsworn Tsukiji dared to run wild at Tang Ye, and even few Godsworn Tsukiji injured him.
Now that Tang Qing is married to Dan, the horizontal reference is naturally based on the marriage of Dan. The current conclusion is very tragic, and everyone has the means to kill Tang Qing.
For the first time, the monk’s power took root in Tang Qing’s mind. At the same time, however, his natural obstinacy made him more and more intolerant of Yan Zheng’s escape and suicide.
Just as Yan Zheng’s face was twisted and his eyes were screaming, Tang Qing planned to attack for a long time.
A thick black light hit the magic ring with a rush of thunder, and at the same time, Tang Qing shouted, "Seal."
More than one thousand pounds of fake magic blade was thrown by Tang Qing with all his strength. How could the energy contained be inferior to a magic weapon blow? Although it could not carry the magic fire, Yan Zheng still couldn’t help but burst his heart and his mouth was bloodshot.
Since Tang Qing began to adapt to psychic spells, the magic-killing blade has almost lost its function. Now, in the face of the strongest opponent who can compete in World War I so far, this seemingly eliminated weapon has an unparalleled effect.
The magic ring has already declined, but now it’s too much to face this thunderous blow. After being melted by the magic fire and the corrosion zone to form a crescent mouth, Tang Qing finally had a weapon to contact the body of the magic spirit ring for the first time, and it cut off one side of the arc ring.
Just come into contact with the ontology, Tang Qing spent dozens of horoscopes before, but failed to do it. Finally, the problem was solved by a horizontal knife with a little bit of material.
This is like a rusty knife with a slightly cutting edge. As long as it is heavy enough and powerful enough, it can also cut off the steel bars made of alloy steel. And if you take a small dagger made of the same alloy steel, it is useless to cut it, which is completely the same reason.
The damage of the magic ring directly made Yan Zheng seriously injured, and even the words he was scolding were choked back.
Just then, Tang Qing sealed the word export, and twenty-six golden runes flashed out of thin air, and Yan Zheng was trapped in the center in a flash of golden light.
All the disciples of Confucianism received the call from Tang Qing, and kept their distance and kept their breath. By this time, I was finally able to have a nine-character big broadcast.
Two Jie Dan and three Zhu Ji, including Tang Qing herself, and even Qian Yu’s little girl contributed a word "Pro". Between Yan Zheng’s damaged mind and one leng, he sealed the spiritual force of his whole body completely.
These are just preparations. Tang Qing has rushed forward like a flying leopard at this time, with biting eyes and firm eyes. Ignoring the call of bridled eyebrows in my mind, Tang Qing raised her hand and the letter needle passed by, and at the same time, she was fascinated by meow.
"ouch"
Meow meow this roar can be said to be one of his hardest efforts, because he felt the anger beyond the limit in Dad’s heart.
Now, in Tang Qing’s ring, except for two magic weapons and his commonly used weapons, all the inventory is sold out at one time, and even a few pieces of armor are thrown out by him to make kamikaze fighters.
At the moment, Tang Qingshi has already hated the first world war. Tang Qing has changed from a well-off family to a red bandit who goes barefoot up the mountain. How can he not be angry?
Three waves of offensive, coherent and natural, compact rhythm. Mind first, spiritual force later, and consciousness again, with one hand and one hand, one ring after another, abruptly won Tang Qing a three-breath time from a monk who was determined to commit suicide.
More than a dozen needle shadows broke through Yan Zheng’s dim light on the body, and Tang Qing’s palm finally arrived, taking out a finger-sized then and pressing it into an empty ring.
Yan Zheng even had time to make a half-cry, and was directly slapped by Tang Qing backhand to fly his chin.
"X your mother, Tang Ye said, you don’t want to die."
When the call was issued, Mei Ji’s ghost appeared in the air, and Tang Qing pointed to Yan Zhengdao: "Look, is there? I can’t believe this, but it can’t let this old thing suppress her anger. "
Mei Ji’s body has changed greatly at this time. Although her face was vague, it was still delicate, and her face became ferocious and horrible. There were two canine teeth in her mouth. At this time, I was summoned by Tang Qing, glanced at Yan Zheng, cried the face, jumped on Yan Zheng’s head, and opened my mouth to stick to the sky and sucked hard.
A gray gas was ripped out in the struggle, and Mei Ji seemed quite satisfied after swallowing it. She looked up and rolled her eyes to see Tang Qing. Tang Qing coldly shook his head and said, "I can’t go back to practice."
Mei Ji seems to be slightly dissatisfied, but she dare not disobey. She turned around and flew back to the soul-nourishing ring in a howling ghost.
Tang Qing stretched out his hand and touched the soul ring, can not help but sigh. This evil spirit’s way is really troublesome. Apart from the need for resentment and ShaQi extremely troublesome, Mei Ji’s sanity is also greatly affected. Although she won’t have the idea of resistance for the time being, it’s hard to say next.
Turning around, he picked up the meow that was once again attacked by himself and put it on Yan Zheng, who had only been crying sadly. Tang Qinghu’s face said, "Don’t be picky about food and take medicine quickly."
Meow meow frown, had to jump to YanZheng head, and a drag on mei ji.
With a piece of tobacco floating from Yan Zheng’s head, the immortal Jiedan, who was bent on dying, finally stopped struggling and finished his life.
Until then, Tang Qingcai took out then again, wrapped it in a jade box and put it back in the ring.
Will be a few pieces of mutilated magic weapon storage bag and so on piecemeal clean, Tang Qing conveniently put a fireball to Yan Zheng’s body to ashes. While focusing on Nangong Han, he said, "It’s a pity that that guy blew himself up, otherwise there would be another elixir."
There is no echo, Tang Ye is a little strange, looking back. Only to see a group of people all look at themselves with strange eyes, with strange and fearful eyes.