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Superior magic weapons, those who enter the fifth level and below the cultivator, who can resist it! Crush it directly!

Unless the other party also has a high-grade magic weapon, but a high-grade magic weapon, how can it be so easy to obtain? The proud son of heaven who came to participate in the Eight Nations Competition, except for the first person, even if the other cultivators had a chance, they only got the medium magic weapon!

Laughing loudly, Meng Li did not have the slightest warning, suddenly launched an attack, the ten-zhang giant bowl instantly smashed towards Long Tian, the speed is staggering, Long Tian has nowhere to escape! Such a huge bowl smashed down, unless he qualified, it is impossible to escape the attack range. What's more, this attack is so abrupt that people don't have time to dodge at all!

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the ground where cracks originally appeared suddenly sunken, and the stones and soil flew up, shooting in all directions, hitting some cultivators and instantly striking a blood mark, and the cultivators were weak, and even a small hole was punched out of their heads, and the blood did not stop!

The power of the superior magic weapon cannot be matched!

A strong wind spread out in all directions, pushing the crowd back a few steps, only the three great disciples and the rest of the masters did not retreat, but they also turned their heads, because the strong wind pierced people!

Gollum.

Everyone gasped! There was smoke and dust in the huge circle, but the huge smoke and dust could not hide the huge black bowl.

This huge black bowl is like a small mountain, ten feet high and ten feet wide, almost occupying more than half of the huge circle!

The size of the circle is only seventeen zhang.

The scene was quiet, and the breath could be heard. Everyone's nerves are tense again!

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the black giant bowl appeared in everyone's sight, except for the black bowl, there was only one person standing in the circle of two hundred and two, Meng Libu, the second master of the red flag!

Wow!

The cultivator was dumbfounded, almost looking up at the hill.

"This ...... The black-robed master seems to be pressed to the bottom of the bowl!!"

"Oh my God, who can resist such a terrifying blow, not everyone has a high-grade magic weapon! The number one master of the four countries is also a dead end, and most of the black-robed boys are more than lucky. ”

No one thought that Mengli didn't have such hole cards!

This is the importance of resources, as long as any cultivator gets good things, he can kill people more heavily! Just like a child with a knife can hack an adult to death.

In the field, Meng Li did not sneer and said: "Dying under the high-grade magic weapon has also made you suffer a lot, which can be regarded as a gift to you." ”

"Mengli, no, remove the magic weapon, let's see that kid being crushed into a meatloaf! Hahaha. ”

"Yes, yes, remove the artifact. ”

The loud laughter of the Red Banner cultivators came, and they all felt very relieved.

Meng Li didn't laugh, but shouted, swallowing mountains and rivers, and his majestic posture was heroic: "Okay! Come back!"

The huge black bowl instantly straightened into a palm-sized size and returned to his hand, and the huge movement brought up a cloud of dust.

"This dust is too much of a hindrance, and in this way, the kid's crushed corpse is not covered with a layer of dust, and there is a lack of real feeling, but it's a pity. ”

The Red Banner Cultivator joked. The cultivators of the Red Moon Kingdom shook their heads secretly, they didn't think that Long Tian was still alive.

"Hey, if the black-robed master has a high-grade magic weapon, where can he make the barbarian Yang Wei! It's a pity, no matter how powerful the black-robed master is, he will lose to the magic weapon after all." ”

Some of the Red Moon Kingdom cultivators couldn't bear to look at it, they had already turned their bodies, and they were afraid that the smoke and dust would disperse, so they saw a shriveled and bloody corpse.

The entire Balong Ridge was much quieter, and the cultivators were boiling and disappointed several times. After all, did the black-robed man still lose at the hands of the second master of the red flag?

Some of the cultivators turned around one after another, unable to bear to watch, and the spectators in the stands who had stood up because of excitement also sat down one after another, shaking their heads incessantly.

Such a blow, how could he still be alive if he didn't have a powerful magic weapon.

Next to the circle, the sons of the three major families shook their heads one after another, and the brute beast even spoke angrily: "Meng Li is not too ruthless, and he actually made such a sudden move." It's a pity, this black-robed kid is the only Akatsuki Kingdom cultivator who doesn't disgust me. ”

At this moment, the sons of the three great families had already begun to turn around and leave, and they felt that there was no need to look any further, no one knew the power of the superior magic weapon better than them.

As soon as the sons of the three great families turned around, the cultivators of the Red Moon Kingdom also began to sigh and turn around.

Xian Mei'er looked at the smoke and dust, her fists clenched, and her eyes were already red!

Is it dead? Is the man who shocked her several times dead?

In the stands, Chi Ling and Ding Hao only felt that it was difficult to breathe, but Wu Liang still looked calm: "Don't worry, you can't die." Blood brothers are not in vain. ”

As he spoke, Wu Liang's gaze subconsciously looked towards a certain stand, where there was a black thin figure. Can't tell the difference between a man and a woman.

"I'm mild-haired. She came too. No wonder I feel uncomfortable. ”

......

"Hey, let's collect the body of the black-robed brother. ”

In the crowd, there were cultivators from the Red Moon Kingdom who wanted to go into the circle to collect Long Tian's corpse.

Suddenly, their whole bodies trembled, their pupils kept contracting, and at this moment the smoke and dust had thinned, and they faintly saw a black shadow moving on the ground, and then this black shadow gradually rose!

It's like someone is standing up!

"What, not dead!"

These people immediately exclaimed, and their pupils almost popped out!

Their exclamations instantly captured everyone's attention!

The next moment, the exclamations came and went, like waves, wave after wave, unstoppable!

"Oh my God, don't go, don't go! Look, look, stand up, stand up! He's not dead, the black-robed master is still dead!"

Everyone turned around in an instant, and in the stands, all the cultivators stood up!

In the circle, a black shadow swayed left and right, but it was indeed standing up slowly!

Wow!

In an instant, the audience boiled again. Although this stubborn figure is not burly, it is so tenacious!

Soon, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the black figure finally stood up, and the black robe on his whole body was almost stained red with blood! That was because the skin of his whole body was cracked in the squeezing of Fang Cai! It was as solid as a rock, and it was not enough to resist the oppression of the black bowl!

At the last moment, Long Tian knew that he couldn't dodge, so he lay on the ground, and at the same time sacrificed the Heaven and Earth Painting Fan and the Peachwood Yin Yang Sword in the Qiankun bag!

Superior magic weapons, he also has them!

But because he hit the black bowl in a hurry, he could only reduce the force of the black bowl's fall, but despite this, his skin was still cracked all over his body at that moment, and the blood stained the black robe red!

Goo, everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Long Tian's current appearance was like a blood-colored Shura! It was terrifying, and at the same time, a violent killing intent erupted from his body!

The killing intent is sky-high and terrifying!

He is angry, he wants to kill, he wants to keep Menli from dying!

Meng Li sacrificed the black bowl without warning, obviously wanting to suppress him directly and die.

But, how could he die!

Feng Ningyue will definitely come to watch the Eight Nations Competition! He is convinced of this, since Feng Ningyue deliberately mentioned the Eight Nations Competition, he will definitely pay attention to it! So, how can he die?

He has been looking forward to this eight-nation competition for a long time, how can he die!

The Long family is still waiting for him in the abandoned land, how can he die!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The more he thought about it, the stronger the killing intent in Long Tian's heart!

Two blood-colored rays of light pierced through the black curtain and soared into the sky, forming two blood-colored pillars of light.

Murderous intent soaring, real murderous intent soaring to the sky!

This is the realm!

"Die!"

Finally, the cold words spat out from Long Tian's mouth, and he looked at Meng Li on the opposite side indifferently, as if looking at a corpse!

"Hmph. Although Meng Li was surprised that Long Tian was not dead, he was not at all intimidated by Long Tian's words, and snorted coldly, "It's ridiculous, I couldn't kill you just now, and now I definitely want you to die!

As he spoke, the black bowl flew out of his hand again, instantly becoming ten zhang in size.

"It's over, brother in black robe, don't be impulsive, get out of the line quickly, and abstain!"

"You're going to die!"

Outside the circle, the onlookers all sweated for Long Tian. The best magic weapon, unstoppable!

However, Long Tian was unmoved, and just shouted: "Die!"

"You're looking for death!"

Meng Li was not angry, and the ten-zhang giant bowl fell again. Xian Mei'er's face changed, and the surrounding cultivators shook their heads and sighed. At this moment, no one is optimistic about Long Tian!

Of course, they still subconsciously expect miracles.

"It's you who is looking for death! Heaven and earth draw fans, and mountains are mountains!"

With a loud shout, a mountain suddenly shot out from within Long Tian's body,

This is a green hill, with fog on the mountain, a forest, and a pavilion......

Qingshan quickly became larger, and in an instant, it became dozens of zhang in size, and it hit the giant bowl fiercely!

Boom!

With a loud bang, the entire martial arts training ground shook! A violent air flow appeared in the sky, spreading out in all directions! Some formed a cyan tornado, which was formidable!

Wow!

The audience was silent in an instant!

On top of the Balong Ridge, a huge green hill blocks the huge black bowl!

People only feel that their hearts are beating faster, this battle, several times to challenge their ability to bear, wonderful beyond words, twists and turns, hole cards emerge in endlessly!

Out of the green mountains, the cultivators are crazy!

"Crush me!"

A loud shout came out of Long Tian's mouth again, and this green mountain became bigger again, full of thirty zhang in size, several times the size of the giant bowl, and the entire martial arts training ground became slightly dim!

Boom!

The bowl was slammed up and thrown into the air!

"The Black Bowl is not Qingshan's opponent!" The cultivator is crazy, it is obvious that the strength of the Black Bowl is not enough for Qingshan! Long Tian's divine sense is strong, much stronger than the jade-faced scholar, and Qingshan's strength is naturally several times greater!

At this time, Long Tian held the folding fan in his left hand, the folding fan had been opened, and a landscape pattern was painted on the folding fan.

Heaven and earth painting fan, in fact, what it contains is not the realm, but the avenue!

The avenue can be a mountain, the avenue can be a river, the avenue can be the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, the universe and stars, and the avenue can transform all things!

This is the avenue.

Heaven and earth draw fans, and fans paint heaven and earth. Mountains and rivers are fans, and fans are mountains and rivers!

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