"Who dares to move my boss, I will kill him."
"Who dares to move my lord, I will kill him."
"Who dares to move my boss, I will kill him..."
Then three consecutive voices suddenly sounded after Meng Lei, and at the same time the three of them rushed out swiftly and landed directly beside Meng Qi Yan'er, staring at Murong Yao with murderous eyes in their eyes, angrily in secret.
"Ha ha… "
"Ha ha… "
…
There was a burst of laughter.
Rao Murong Yao couldn't help laughing, no matter how well-trained he was, he pointed to Meng Lei and said: "The cultivation of several Immortal Venerables dares to bluntly kill people. It's so funny, so funny."
"Laugh at your sister."
"Laugh again, I will kill you."
Xiao Mo's eyes flushed, and he immediately screamed, very unhappy in his heart.
"Humph!"
Murong Yao's face changed slightly, cold light appeared in his eyes, and he said coldly: "It looks like you and Qin Tian are in the same group. If that's the case, don't both of you want to go out alive. Of course, your young master, your boss, will also Go to the underworld to accompany you."
"Hold!"
Meng Lei exploded directly. He, who was always honest, actually exploded. One can imagine the anger in his heart. He was very upset looking at Murong Yao's stinky mouth. The fascinating blood lotus oozes and bleeds, and it becomes very hideous.
Maomao said directly: "Bald guy, kill him."
Meng Qi Yan'er's face changed slightly. She wanted to delay time and let Qin Tian rush over as soon as possible. She was not familiar with Meng Lei. They only had the strength of Immortal Venerable and wanted them to hide first. Who knew they were one of them? He was more irritable and wanted to rush up right after he came out. He couldn't wait to beat Murong Yao. He couldn't help but feel anxious and said softly: "He is the immortal supreme powerhouse. You are not their opponents. Don't make any moves."
The little demon looked at Meng Qi Yan'er, from head to toe, and smiled: "It looks good, and it fits our boss, but her face is not as beautiful as Sister Yingying, her chest is not as big as Sister Demon, and her ass is not as big as Sister Yunman. Qiao, the temperament is not as good as that of Sister Qinglian, but on the whole it's not bad, what do you think, Maomao?"
Maomao also took a look at it and said, "Well, but I think the twin sister is better-looking than her."
Meng Qiyan's body was beaten to death, and she had a desire to die.
"Depend on."
"You two still have the thought to say this, the enemy is now." Lai Bai said in a halt.
Xiao Mo and Mao Mao said at the same time: "What are you afraid of, there are bald guys."
Lai Bo was speechless for a moment, then looked at Mon Lei and said, "Can you do it?"
Meng Lei glanced sideways at Lai Bo, and said with a silly smile: "How many are you talking about to deal with?"
"Uh?"
Lai Bai stared blankly, "How many to deal with?"
Meng Qi Yan'er looked at Meng Lei dumbfounded, and said in shock: "How many can you deal with?"
"If you go all out, the four of them shouldn't be a problem." Meng Lei scratched his bald head and smiled naively. He has always treated himself honestly, never caring what he suffered, and would never lie to himself.
"Four?"
"Four?"
If you just wanted to die by Xiao Devil and Mao Mao, then now Meng Qi Yan'er really wants to die to deal with the four immortal supreme powerhouses? They are the current patriarchs of the Four Divine Beasts, so why do they say so easily
Despised by others.
Not despising, but ignoring.
Murong Yao was furious and smoked from Qi orifices, and couldn't bear it anymore.
One thought.
The power of the white tiger's bloodline burst out, fists into claws, and the tiger roared, Murong Yao who was standing in the void suddenly disappeared, and a strong wind swept in, bringing out the mighty coercion of tigers and tigers at the same time.
"Mental coercion?"
The little demon sneered coldly, feeling the spiritual pressure released by Murong Yao, and sneered excitedly, and said: "Bald guy, don't worry about the spiritual pressure, just attack with all your strength."
"hehe."
"good."
Meng Lei smiled, and all the 18 petals of the forbidden lotus in the blood pool withered under his feet, his brows stared, his whole body was red, and the tattoos on his chest and back exuded bursts of halo. Facing the oncoming Murong Yao, his fists were like hammers. Roaring like thunder, he greeted him aggressively.
"His... Hiss..."
The mental coercion was instantly controlled by the little demon.
The spirit power of the little demon surpasses ordinary people. He was practicing spiritual power when he was a baby. His attacks are also spiritual power. The spiritual coercion that controls the immortal supreme power is easy to grasp, and there is no interference of spiritual coercion. Meng Lei is unimpeded and unimpeded. The greet to go up.
"Rumble..."
The forces smashed together, and the vigorous vigor was like a missile explosion, making a loud noise.
Murong Yao flew out, his blood boiled, and the pain was terribly painful. He stopped after flying a hundred meters away. Looking sideways, Meng Lei only stepped back a few steps, his face didn't change color, the atmosphere didn't panic, and he was completely fine.
Murong Yao lost thoroughly in this power collision.
Meng Qi Yan'er was stunned again, muttering to herself: "Who are these people, does Tianyuan Continent specialize in evildoers?"
The Immortal Lord still has the upper hand against the Immortal Supreme Power. What is the situation
I don't understand at all.
Qin Tian broke the realm shackles. He didn't expect that the people around him were also perverted. Not only Meng Lei was perverted, but the young man in blood armor around him was perverted, and even the spiritual coercion released by Murong Yao was under control.
Moreover, there is no trace of arrogance on their faces, as if it were a matter of course.
"Damn, bald guy, you disappointed me so much, why didn't you kill him?" Maomao said with a stare.
Meng Lei fell down and scratched his head, and said, "I was wrong. I would use a little more strength if I knew it."
"No more."
"No more."
Meng Qiyan's eyes flickered. I don’t know what to say. At first, I was worried about them. I didn’t expect one to be more perverted. I couldn’t help but feel funny. I didn’t have to worry about it for so long. , Who else does she need to be afraid of
Monray is very tough.
The physical body is very powerful, and the blood of cultivation is even more mysterious and powerful. According to Qin Tian's instructions, he has been stimulating the blood power in his body for half a month, but no matter how he stimulates it, the blood power is like an endless ocean. Same, there is no end in sight.
The provision of the Infinite Sacred Core gave him a qualitative leap in strength in just half a month, not only for him, but also for Xiaomao and Maomao.
"I'm so angry..."
Murong Yao was so angry that he had been able to restrain himself under any circumstances. He completely lost his mind at this time. The blood surging from the beating of an immortal venerable person made him lose the face of the White Tiger tribe, and did not kill Meng Lei. Death, he has no face to be the patriarch again.
"Baldhead, here again."
"Give him some color this time..."
Meng Lei said in a naive way: "Okay."
Keep it simple.
His expression changed, and he was never soft-hearted in the face of enemies. He did not expect Murong Yao to withstand him with a blow. Now he will no longer give him any chance to get up. In his dantian, the bloodline power slowly flows. His face was savage, with a strong breath.
The breath seemed to come from another world, very strange, even the two old men on one side had their brows furrowed, and they didn't know what the power flowing inside Meng Lei was, why was it so powerful
"burst!"
"The fierce tiger slashed the sky..."
Murong Yao's whole body strength was stimulated, forming a substantial sword that soars to the sky, the sword is like a tiger, fierce and mighty, the strength and strength tempered by the power of the white tiger's bloodline is heavy, and it is cut in the moment Meng Lei has not rushed up. .
"List..."
The sound of Hong Zhong agitated.
The strength was lifted up, and the surrounding buildings collapsed, dust splashing everywhere.
"Ah… "
Meng Lei gave a heavy drink, the dust dissipated invisible, and his eyes looked at Murong Yao not far away, like a Buddha...
A punch to resist Murong Yao's cut.
"Gee... Gee... Kang Dang..."
The big knife issued filigree cracks, and then slowly peeled off, like glass cracking.
"Wow!"
All shattered.
At the same time, Meng Lei was full of blood red, and the corner of his mouth moved as fast as an electric flash. With his fists dragging his back, ten thin black cracks appeared in the air, spatial cracks!
"So powerful."
"It's really terrifying to be able to tear apart the space with my own strength."
"Old Qinglong, do it, Murong Yao is dead, those old bones can't spare us..."
Soon.
The two elders made a sudden move.
Suzaku's stern shout, Qinglong's domineering roar, agitated in the sky.
One dragon, one suzaku, the power is shocking.
Meng Lei's eyes sank. From the beginning, he knew that the two old men were very powerful, and he was not afraid to deal with the current patriarch of the four gods at the same time, but he was not sure about dealing with the two immortal supreme peak powerhouses.
"Little Devil..."
Maomao's face changed, and he gave a violent shout.
The little demon screamed in a stern voice, and the powerful mental power shuttled out like a fishing line, and shouted, "Great manipulation, overlord's million blows..."
"The wind is cracked..." Mao Mao also shouted angrily, and the shrinking wind blade in his palm slammed out fiercely.
Lai Bo is not far behind.
The long sword hummed from behind, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and a sword pierced...
"Humph."
"little tricks… "
An old man said with disdain, he made a knife with his hand, and the knife was like a flame. The other old man ran after Meng Lei, with hideous scales on his hands, his hands were claws, and he grabbed Meng Lei's back. back.
"Rumble..."
"Rumble..."
…
"Puff!"
The little demon suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood, his bright red face turned pale, and then the fluffy wind blade was burned into ashes by a flame, and Lai Bo fell like a broken kite, and fell heavily on the ground with his face. Silver-gray, but the corners of his mouth laughed excitedly.
As long as Monray remained in the air alone.
The moment the old man Qinglong grabbed his back, his two fists still attacked and hit Murong Yao's chest heavily. Murong Yao was hit by a heavy blow and fell down, smashing into a deep pit, unconscious.
And Monray also paid a heavy price...