Happy National Day to my comrades!
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Qin Shuang looked at the statue, and his eyes became firm and said: "He went to see the statue."
Meteor sword technique!
Qin Shuang's fairy sword danced so fast in his legs that the sword body could not be seen at all. It was like a ray of light, wrapping Qin Shuang's body, flicking away the stabbing or entangled tentacles, and approaching the statue step by step.
"What does he want to ask for?" Niu Gaoyuan was dumbfounded.
"Buzz..."
Seeing Qin Shuang approaching the statue, the statue seemed angry, and more tentacle legs shot out from behind it, like a lying forest, hitting her.
Qin Shuang's fairy sword danced, and Qin Shuang's figure could no longer be seen. The whole body was wrapped in a ball of light, and the sword light approached the statue.
She was approaching very hard, and the impact of the touching legs on her was really too great. At this time, she was not using Yuan Power at all, but the real body power.
The original strength of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal at the early stage of the tenth level is not that kind of power, and it cannot cut off those tentacle legs. It can split those tentacle legs and move forward step by step.
"Stupid!" Niu Gaoyuan said sarcastically: "So many strong men are trapped, and he, a Da Luo Jinxian, wants to destroy that statue. Is he really looking for death?"
For Immortal Formation Masters, fighting head-on with the enemy is definitely not their style. They usually pay great attention to their demeanor and call those monks who fight the enemy head-on as reckless men. If they all set up a formation to go east, they would trap or even kill the enemy. They would kill the enemy while chatting and laughing.
But no, when their formations were clear enough to save their lives, and they hid calmly, but saw that monks who were braver than him would die in front of him, he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.
A reckless man is not a reckless man, even if a woman practices cultivation, she is not a reckless man.
"Boom boom boom..."
Suddenly there was a huge roar from behind them, and everyone couldn't help but look back. The cow's eyes were wide open, and they felt like a mooned dog.
There was a young man in a golden robe, with a domineering feeling all over his body. He wore a pair of golden leg gloves on his legs, punching one after another, while quickly approaching the central square.
overbearing!
Reckless!
Absolutely wrong!