For the nobles, this competition will only begin at this moment, and the sugar man actually ran out to make trouble at the moment when he wanted to start the gong. The Lord Qin Cha got up and shouted angrily: "Xia left the mountain, went and returned, lost and came again, despise this crime and bully the king!"

Su Jing raised his eyebrows slightly: "The white crow lost?"

The sugar man sat in the sedan chair, his eyes were quiet and unchanged, his voice was calm and unchanged, nothing had changed, but inexplicably, his sedan chair and his people and even the guard imps around him had added a murderous aura, and when he looked at them, his eyes had a tingling feeling.

The sugar man stirs up the situation, but the fierce soldiers have already moved to charge, if they stop again, they are committing a taboo, it is because the four coaches ignore the sugar man in front of them, and the flag order does not change, and the elite soldiers are rushing forward, and someone is in the way?

Qin Cha and Su Jing had a short conversation of two sentences, the fierce soldiers had already invaded the front of the sugar man, the sugar man did not fight, the two little babies were very fast, and they retreated with the enemy's advance, and the fierce Tang Guo had no intention of making a move, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what to think about in front of the tiger wolf, he was distracted.

It was at this time that Su Jing no longer paid attention to Qin Cha, and lightly ordered: "Xia Erlang, take off your robe." ”

Xia Erlang has long since died, not even a complete body remained, some of their heads were smashed, some of their bodies were amputated, and they still took off their robes when they lost their lives.

Dead? Calling back and forth, at best, it can only be regarded as having his clothes removed! When Su Jing's six-character military order came out, the strange screams of joy to the point of madness came from the body of a mutilated corpse. The next moment, the corpse shattered. The devil is on the march!

Wearing skins, they are Xia Erlang, and when they remove the corpses, they are wicked people.

The skin is shabby and broken. The soul is slow to move, and it is restrained when it moves. When facing the miscellaneous soldiers, the opponent can cut the skin and bones with a single sword, and the corpse will be finished, and he will have to lie on the ground and cannot get up again, but what if the same knife is slashed on the fierce soul that is possessed by the corpse?

He was once trained by yang fire in the sword prison, and he was nourished by yin in the robe of the king of bones, and he was recuperated by evil in the hands of Qianxun. He once waded through the sword mountain and sword rain in the troubled world, and he did not taste defeat. They are the mills of the wicked.

The white crow soldiers did not die at all, not a single one died, let alone more than half of the casualties, let alone defeat and exit. At best, they lay on the ground and watched the play.

Finally got rid of the shackles of the skin. The evil ghost daxiao, who has been depressed for a long time, made a big fuss. Why do you need the master to give another order, the evil ghost can't wait, and the moment he shows up is the moment he enters the war. The moment of killing is the moment of revelry!

Look at the bottom of the pit at this moment, who else can stop their charge!

The fierce soldiers in the snowfields have to be trained by capable people.

Is the qualification of the fierce soldiers as good as the fierce souls of the sword prisons, is the capable people who train the fierce soldiers comparable to the little masters, and from the day when the capable people rushed to the snow field to train them, it is only a mere Jiazi, how long ago did Su Jing subdue the evil ghosts in the West Sea with the sword prison.

Today's wicked people are grinding in Middle-earth, which is not half a point inferior to the Jingqi Dao soldiers raised by the sect for a few days, not to mention that the ghosts who bow down to the soul are the strongest and strongest in the evil people's grinding army. As for the miscellaneous soldiers thrown into the Netherworld of Middle-earth, I am afraid that they will not survive even an hour, what are they worth.

The movement is fast and slow, like a goshawk fighting a quail, the size of a liliang, like a bear teasing a lizard, and the strength of the body, like a copper hammer hitting a mud tile. It's not a grade of battle at all, what kind of formation evolves, advance and retreat scheduling? No matter how tight the formation of the paper man is, it can block a few scissors.

Moreover, the murderers are all defenseless and the wicked have been gathering momentum for a long time, and the seven hundred wicked people have been grinding out their shells and entering the war, and the killing is only compared to the time when they were 'wearing skins', the current 'Xia Erlang' is more neat, at least the way they kill people is neat:

As soon as they rushed up, they rushed into the enemy formation from all directions, and they did not move their blades or even their fists and feet, but they relied on their physical strength to roll iron balls and smash porcelain bottles - they were angry and angry, condensed into Yin Luo Vajra, and their physique was like a hundred alchemy hammers, and they rushed into all directions and swept the eight methods.

The wicked grind, King Kong kills.

The four elite soldiers of Kill, Fulu, Ghost and No Return couldn't dodge and couldn't stop it, and their bodies were shattered and their lives were scattered.

With the killing of King Kong, rushing like the wind and fire, their speed is so fast, the breathing effort is enough for the wicked to grind their anger into a hundred zhang, and a fierce river of blood is dragged behind everyone!

And after two breaths, the wicked man found that this kind of killing is a bit too fast, the faster the killing, the sooner the carnival ends, not good, not good, it is rare to show the true body, it always takes a while to play to be enough, it is to change the body and the method together, and suddenly the sensation is like a mountain, as if the violent momentum of smashing the heaven and earth is gone, and the evil ghost of Middle Earth turns into light smoke, wrapped in endless yin wind.

The wicked man was gone, turning into seven hundred gray smoke, as long as the snow field murderer was invaded by the gray smoke, his body suddenly stiffened, and the ten-fingered ghost armor suddenly swelled with fangs in his mouth, and then he went crazy, scratching and biting his companions around.

The wicked grind, possess the soul and kill.

The companions suddenly turned into powerful ghosts who demanded their lives, and the snowfield soldiers were in chaos, and the formation completely collapsed, killing each other and endangering themselves.

Soul killing is very fun and interesting, but after all, it is not killing people with your own hands, it is done by playing for a while, and after a while, the evil ghost will feel bored. The three-breathed, short-breathed evil ghost was bored, and the gray smoke seeped out of the snowy soldier's body, fell to the ground, and turned into a villain again, but the seven hundred people became smaller: less than three feet, skinny and bone-ty, thin and small ghosts.

The body has become smaller, but the palm is large, and the dwarf-like imp is holding two giant palms three feet away.

The figure jumped high, waved his arm and patted it, and his huge palm was enough to cover the sky in the eyes of the snowfield soldiers!

The wicked grind, cover the sky and kill.

The crisp sound of the palm slapping the ground was like a firecracker, and a puff of blood splashed out from the edge of the palm and between the fingers.

King Kong, Soul Possession, and Heaven Covering Killing Methods are dazzling, but in the eyes of the refined masters, the wicked grinding these killing methods can only be regarded as 'flower shelves', and different spells are only different killing methods, which are not of substantial help to the combat power of the wicked grinding.

That's not something that powerful ghosts have to worry about, when they enter the ghost robe or sword prison, their bodies will naturally become stronger and stronger, and their bodies will naturally become stronger and stronger. On weekdays, they get together to ponder and study only one thing: how to kill people in different ways.

The wicked man grinds far from being the most ferocious Taoist soldiers in Middle-earth, not to mention anything else, at least they are not the opponents of the evil monks;

The applause only lasted for three breaths, covering the sky and killing everything, except for a small regret, the palm went down, covering the enemy's way of life and covering their screams, and I couldn't hear the screams of the slain, as if the feast was without wine, it was difficult to get rid of sex and not enjoyable!

It is to grind the body of the wicked person, no longer cast spells, catch the enemy in the midst of the storm, and use each according to his interests, such as pinching the enemy's ankle with the ghost finger, pulling out the body tendons and strangling the enemy's neck, and strangulating his own throat with his own tendons;

For example, the ghost armor is on the blood of the Snow Soldier's thigh, and when the blood gushes out, and then grabs the neck of the Snow Soldier and presses his face, that person must be screaming in pain, and the blood covers his mouth and nose, choking him to death in his own blood

Kill!

It's a pity that just after two breaths of happiness, Su Jing in the sedan car has already issued a strict order: no playing, and a quick decision.

From the moment the wicked man showed up, the four snowfield soldiers had already been slaughtered ninety percent! Half of the casualties were defeated, but everything happened too quickly and too shockingly, and the main commander was dumbfounded, and he didn't have time to think of shouting the order of 'defeat'.

With Su Jing's eight-character military order, the wicked mill stopped his 'work', threw the remnants in his hands, screamed and jumped up, or a team of two or three people, pounced on the survivors of Zuihou like a wind, grabbed the hands in front of him, grabbed his feet, and tore them apart!

Seven hundred wicked people waved their arms at the same time, and threw the stumps in their hands into the sky, raising their might!

Four fierce soldiers in the snow field were slaughtered.

It's only eleven breaths.

The four fierce soldiers of the Snow Plains did hide the treasures handed down by the nobles, but the evil ghosts rushed and killed them all at once, and they came so quickly that even if they had the treasures in their hands, they didn't have time to take them out, let alone start a war!

Divide victory and defeat, life and death.

The ring in the pit was full of stumps and broken meat, and the blood mixed with the fine sand and loess became thick and abnormal, and it flowed hard

The wicked mill won a big victory, and the eyeless spectators in the stands on the four walls couldn't even see what was going on, what was going on, what was going on, what was going on, what was going on, what was going on?!

It's not that there are no living people, in addition to Su Jing and Tang Guo in the ring, there is also a team of miscellaneous soldiers in Zuihou: Xueyuan Er, Flying Ash Pawn. I don't know if it was a tacit understanding or Su Jing's secret order, the wicked man only killed the four fierce soldiers, and then temporarily stopped, standing in clusters in the east and west, bowing his head and licking the plasma that splashed on his body when the enemy was killed, but his eyes were rolling, his red eyes and his sinister gaze stared at Zuihou's flying ash soldiers.

How could there be the slightest hesitation, the boss of the flying ash pawn immediately spoke, and it was not until this moment that he found that his throat was choked, and he couldn't make a sound, so he hurriedly clenched his Adam's apple and coughed hard to clear his throat: "Admit defeat!"

The two words landed, and the red-eyed demons on the opposite side all showed disappointed expressions, their eyes drooped and they no longer stared at the ashes, and concentrated on finding blood from their bodies and licking them.

Su nodded: "The flying ash pawn has won the second brave position, congratulations to the general." As he spoke, he waved his hand and ordered the wicked to get out of the way, but the ash soldiers would rather go around in a big circle than pass through the evil ghosts, and they all took a breath in their hearts and reluctantly walked away, as if fleeing from this killing purgatory.

Su Jing said 'no fight', and Zuihou won the championship really not to fight, and tens of millions of people testified that it was the flying ash soldiers who admitted defeat and took the initiative to give way.

Don't stir things up, don't spoil the nobles' good deeds. After Su Jing said those words to Yan Yanbo, Xiao Xiangliu didn't ask more than half a sentence, because: he didn't believe it.

Not to mention Xiao Xiangliu, even Su Jing himself didn't believe it. (To be continued......)