Chapter 163 Cheat

"Bum..." Every time the meat ball flashes out of thin air, there is no way to judge at all, and this man is really treacherous. He flashes with one blow, and there is no rule at all. The rich purple inflammation was dense in the body of West Asia, and finally the whole body was shrouded in it. The dark blue energy began to melt rapidly when it touched the purple inflammation. The white-faced saint who saw this situation quickly flashed aside, and the seemingly hot purple inflammation actually had a bone-piercing cold.

Then there was a scene that shocked the white-faced saint, and the dense purple inflammation was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. Sure enough, it's still too reluctant!" Sia muttered, and then his voice came again, saying, "I lost this test, but I won't give up so soon."

"Which of you will play the next game?" After Siah came over, Mu Feng then walked towards Ling, and Bai Shui and Crotty asked.

"I'd better go first. I can't wait for such a good free opponent." Ling Bu Mao, who has always been a passer-by, recommended himself, and his body has appeared opposite the white-faced Holy Lord.

"Please give me some advice!" Ling Bu said respectfully. Then the extreme speed flashed, and the white light flashed. Ling Bu waved the dazzling white light to the white Lord. The white light broke through the bondage and shot at the meatball man. The dark blue light and the white light collided steadily, with a bang, and the two figures flashed on both sides.

A white light ball quietly rose to the black sky at this time, rendering the battlefield brightly, and the faint white light fell down. At this time, the white water lost its figure again, and the white light hit the opponent again. With a bang, Ling Bu in the gain state was able to suppress his opponent by force, and at this time, the meat ball rolled and lost its figure again.

"So much enhancement?" The white-faced saint muttered that the seventh-level advanced strength of the original opponent has been strengthened again, and the power is stronger than that of himself who suppresses his strength, and the speed of the other party is even more strange, as if he can give himself an unexpected blow at will.

As soon as the body of the white-faced saint flashed, Lingbu under the white light bullied him. It is not a way to go on like this, but in the face of such a meatball man with such rich practical experience, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Seeing the rise of the opponent's breath, the meatball man directly raised his breath, which is simply shameless, but think about it carefully. Yes, even if he will use equal strength, it is not a foul.

The dark blue water wave rolled towards Ling like a wave, which was a move that the meat ball was proud of in the young era. There were really many people who lost in this hand in those years. Haohai Qinglan..." I only heard the fine voice of the white-faced saint, and then a strong blue fluctuation began to rise under the white light, and there was a faint tendency to cover the white light in the sky, and the Lingbu in it felt different.

If the white light of Lingbu is the gain, the blue light of the meat ball is the attack. The waves of blue energy fluctuations swept in, like the roar of the sea, and this energy does not come directly. When you try to resist with energy, you find that you have no way to do it, but the ripples on your body is indeed There is that kind of real pain.

"Trace the source!" Ling Bu shouted softly, and then the strange footsteps stepped out again. Ling Bu actually began to drift with the waves. The water-like fluctuations actually crossed Ling Bu's body, like a fish swimming freely in the water, swimming up a specific trajectory.

"That's right, but don't underestimate this trick!" After hearing the sound in the water wave, he only felt that his body began to tighten slowly, and then his range of activity became smaller and smaller. Then the voice of the White-faced Holy Lord came again and said, "Conden!"

In the end, the dark blue energy condensed into a ball, emitting a dazzling dark blue light. Lingbu's figure was completely imprisoned, while the white-faced saint could only quietly watch the reaction of the opponent in the confinement and did not take further measures.

"I knew it was not that simple!" Then the dazzling white light shrouded the dark sky, and the area was brightly illuminated. Even those people on the mountainside saw this abnormal situation. The plump white wings grew out from behind the Lingbu, and the enchanting face replaced the original appearance, and the power and speed rose again. The fluctuation of this energy should be equivalent to the strength of the advanced super-order, feeling the change of Lingbu, and the breath of the white-faced saint was also strengthened again, and the cheater once again performed his shameless tricks.

Although the breath of the two is flat, the speed and strength of Lingbu are even better. Bang..." The soft and slender palm pressed on the meatball man and directly lifted the white-faced saint away. Then there was a praise from the other party, saying, "Yes, yes, it is difficult for an opponent of the same level to be your opponent!"

"Hmm?" Croty beside him was surprised that this energy fluctuation was much stronger than just now, but his strength was indeed the same as his opponent. What a situation! Ling Bu's hand was actually caught by the white-faced saint, and Ling Bu's body was thrown to the edge. This was the first time that Mu Feng saw someone who could resist the angelic Ling Bu. Even if he used a big broken hand to defeat it, later this move became Mu Feng's real forbidden skill. It should not be used in times of crisis.

"Is there anything else? If not, it's the next one!" The White-faced Holy Lord said lightly that the secret skills he used can win this easily, but a qualified soldier also wants any sudden situation on his face, which is a good interpretation of the White-faced Holy Lord.

"Lingbu, don't force it. We will have a lot of opportunities in the future. Next one, Baishui, come on!" Mu Feng said to Ling Bu, who still wanted to make some action, and then directly designated the candidate for the next game. Since the white-faced saint is a strong man, of course, he does not need to rest.

"Dragon-style..." Baishui shouted, and a white virtual shadow rushed towards the white-faced saint. The faint dragon power emitted, which faintly suppressed the opponent's breath. The fist of the sub-sacred weapon also roared towards the meatball man behind the white dragon-shaped virtual shadow, and the hegemony of Baishui could be seen.

"Bang..." Two roars, the white-faced Holy Lord actually blocked the dragon-shaped shadow with one hand and the other hand blocked the boxing of the boxing of the sub-sacred weapon. In the surprised eyes of Mu Feng and several people, the next moment, the meat ball man was directly lifted away, and it took a long time to stop his figure. The hand that greeted the sub-sacred weapon boxing has appeared for a short time. Mu, while the other hand trembled faintly and said in surprise, "What kind of freaks are these? The power is so domineering that you will suffer if you are not careful. What is my prestige if it goes on like this?" Thinking of Uncle Erdo's evil smile, the meatball man can no longer stand it

A dark blue hammer appeared in the hands of the white-faced Holy Lord and said, "This is also a weapon of sub-sacred weapon, called: Breaking Hammer! Then let's compete." The dark blue water pattern fluctuated again, and a white dragon-shaped shadow lingered on the surface of the white water body rushed to the white-faced saint against the water wave.

"Roar..." With a dragon roaring through the sky, the whole mountain peak seemed to echo with this shocking voice, and a more condensed dragon shadow rushed towards the white-faced saint. The face does not change color, and it is in the previous unstable state, and the fluctuation of energy is extremely violent.

"Bang..." Another collision, but this situation is not the same as the previous one. The dragon-shaped shadow is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally completely dissipates. The meatball man with a broken hammer in his hand exerts his strength beyond himself, while the white water on the other side has no expression.

Seeing such a battle situation on the battlefield, Mu Feng teleported and appeared between the two. In an instant, both sides stopped moving, and then came Mu Feng's voice and said, "This game is over. Let me end the game!" Then Mufeng let Baishui go first. Although the latter was dissatisfied, under normal circumstances, Baishui would not go against Mufeng's intention.

Mufeng had no choice but to do this. Looking at the white-faced saint's eyes, especially the round body made Mufeng look particularly unhappy, and Mufeng's temporary understanding of West Asia, Shenglong style should be the whole of West Asia. In fact, Mufeng was wrong about this.

"Senior, don't let the younger generation, for fear that the younger generation will fall..." Mu Feng said this, and then stood on the side, and the breath of the white-faced Holy Lord changed again, leveling with the seventh-level Mu Feng.