The fierce tiger stared at the skulls around him. WWw, QuAnBen-XIao Shuo, COM's eyes are very harsh.
"Tongyin Ghost Mist? The lowest level magical tool in Fengshui. It really fits the worst Feng Shui master!" Yan Chuan said with disdain to the distance.
"Who do you think is the worst feng shui master?"
Seeing that the ghosts and black fog hadn't worked, Ding Wugu was originally very angry, and was even more ashamed and angry when Yan Chuan was ridiculed.
"Even mortals can't help it, who do you say is the worst Fengshui master?" Yan Chuan continued fiercely.
"you!"
"Feng Shui masters mixed with you, really embarrassing Xiu Feng Shui, I think you should tie your hands and kneel down for death!"
"Asshole!" Ding Wugu rushed angrily.
Seeing that Ding Wugu lost his reason a bit, Yan Chuan's eyes became brighter. This effect is what he wants. If his reason is lost, it is easy to make mistakes.
Ding Wugu came straight. When the hand-printing tactics changed, the black mist of thousands of ghosts suddenly encircled the Dingwugu, and enveloped the Dingwugu.
Man and fog are one!
When the people and the fog merged, the black fog suddenly soared more than three times.
"Yan Chuan, die to me!" Ding Wugu's angrily reprimanded from the black mist.
Suddenly, a ten-foot-diameter forest white skull claws bombarded from the black fog and grabbed Yan Chuan.
Around the palm of the skull, a large number of skulls surround it, ghostly and powerful.
"The tiger gathers energy!" Yan Chuan shouted.
"Yes!" Three thousand soldiers shouted loudly.
With the slight movement of his body, with the help of the army formation, the force of blood was poured into Yan Chuan's direction.
From the outside, it looked like a huge blood fierce tiger, suddenly rushing into Yan Chuan's body.
"Tianlong Power!" Yan Chuan punched out.
"Roar!"
Gathering the power of three thousand soldiers, under the guidance of Yan Chuan's fist, it turned into a blood-colored fist the size of two feet, and slammed it against the skeleton claws.
"Boom!"
The claw fists collided, and the huge impact smashed the black mist of Ding Wugu away.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
A series of sounds of stepping on the ground.
When the black fog dissipated, Ding Wugu retreated uncontrollably.
"Boom!"
It was almost twenty feet away before Ding Wugu stabilized his figure.
But at this moment, blood spilled from the corner of Ding Wugu's mouth, his clothes were largely damaged, and he looked at Yan Chuan and his party not far away with an incredible expression.
Yan Chuan's face was pale, but his fighting spirit was more triumphant in his eyes. The sleeves of the right arm that had previously fisted were all shattered, revealing a powerful arm.
Not far away, Yang Zhijiu watched this scene in astonishment.
"Impossible, Yan Chuan is just a realm of strength, how can it be possible to beat Ding Wugu?" Yang Zhijiu's eyes widened incredulously.
"Young Master Yan borrowed the power of three thousand soldiers to slap that punch, he already has the power of the essence!" Qinglong said excitedly.
"Military formation? The formation can actually be used like this?" Mo Yuxi thought thoughtfully.
"Master Yan is set to win!" Bai Hu said excitedly.
"Not necessarily!" Yang Zhijiu's eyes flashed to kill.
On the other side, Ding Wugu stood up slowly, wiped the corners of his mouth lightly, and said with a vicious expression: "But so!"
"Oh, don't pretend, my punch will hurt your inner palace, strong support will only hurt more!" Yan Chuan said with disdain.
"puff!"
Ding Wugu no longer forbeared, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.
A mouthful of black blood was spit out, Ding Wugu's complexion was suddenly defeated, and his figure was also Microsoft.
"You are just a force, why can you...?" Ding Wugu said unwillingly.
"You still don't need to know, you shouldn't provoke me!"