Gu Douluo looks at Ning Fengzhi''s eyes at the moment, just like seeing the destruction of heaven and earth. When Ning Fengzhi waves his hand and takes the twelve gold hairpin''s gem from his hand.
Gu Douluo feels like he is dreaming... This gem belongs to Xiao Jiu. This gem is used for storage. What does Xiao Jiu want to give Ning Feng?
Why should Ning Fengzhi accept it, and be so calm, as if he had known for a long time that he would have this thing in his hand, as if he had known for a long time what was hidden in the storage soul guide!
"Tang San, I have invincible light, I will protect Oscar! You can rest assured to kill Xiao Jiu! "
Ning Fengzhi drags the nine treasures glazed pagoda, slowly retreats, walks behind Oscar and the two mirror masters, and says solemnly.
"God of laziness, you stay behind to help Uncle Ning, protect him, and others will kill him with me!"
In order to be cautious, Tang San left the God of laziness.
At the moment, he took out the attributes of bibidong and Xiaojiu. With high spirits, he rushed to Xiaojiu with the God of jealousy and greed.
"Little nine! I''ll help you. "
Thousand Ren snow see this situation this scene, in the heart big anxious, no longer can''t take care of small nine said, don''t let them out of the city order.
Open the golden wings, came to small nine side, "angel God punishment!"
A bright holy sword was formed, and one sword cut to the third of Tang Dynasty.
"It''s no use, you''re just a 99 level Title Douluo! I''m going to kill Xiao Jiu today. No one can stop me! " Waving the magic sickle of tangsan Luocha, he directly broke the holy sword.
"I won''t let you kill Xiao Jiu!"
Fire dance a roar, immediately open the ring melting skills, an enhanced version of Fire Dance yaoyang, directly hit Tang San.
Boom~~~
The terrible and hot power ripples all over the place, which makes Tang San''s explosion stop a little.
Then, Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Lina, have come to the side of small nine, desperately block Tang San''s attack.
With a touch of disdain on Tang San''s face, the magic sickle of Luocha was waving and frantically chopping, which broke all the women''s attacks.
"Xiaojiu, why, do you only shrink behind women now?"
"Before, I thought of you as a character. Now it seems that I think highly of you!"
Tang three magic power surging, like the devil, carrying the magic sickle step by step.
The crazy attack of Qian Renxue and others only temporarily blocked the rhythm of Tang San''s attack, but they couldn''t stop each other''s advance step by step.
Tang San is like a cat and a mouse at the moment. He is sure to win. He really wants to have a look at Xiaojiu''s despairing expression and taste the wonderful feeling of being superior to Xiaojiu.
Unfortunately, little Jiu was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked at Tang San with disdain on his face and said: "I''m not afraid
"I can only say that you are in a hurry to reincarnate. I am here. If you don''t move, you will be doomed!"
Tang San couldn''t help laughing: "Xiao Jiu, you are still so arrogant, so let you taste the pain of soul being torn by death again!"
"Mirror soul master, do it!"
Tang Sany raised the magic sickle and said to the replicator Xiaojiu: "go ahead and kill Xiaojiu''s woman. Let Xiaojiu see with his own eyes. His replicator will kill his beloved."
"It''s like he killed his own woman!" Tang San had a feeling of revenge at this moment.
Copy body small nine eyes a cold, a hand, the halo of war spread.
The fire dance, Hu Lena, Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, four women are all covered.
The next moment, his cold voice came out.
"The first magic skill: speed evil ring“
"The second magic skill: magic power evil ring!"
"The third magic skill: defend evil ring!"
"The fifth magic skill: power evil ring!"
"No..."
The black lights were shining, and the attributes of Xiaojiu were swallowed by the replicator Xiaojiu. This Xiaojiu, which was copied from the real magic mirror, was about to use "the sixth magic skill - evil ring of soul".
Suddenly, the sound stopped.
At this moment, Gu Douluo''s eyes suddenly open again. He looks at Ning Fengzhi stupidly, reaches out his hand and draws out a dark magic sickle from the twelve gold hairpin''s gem.
This magic sickle is very familiar, and it exudes the smell of evil and terror. It is the magic sickle of bibidong.
Just as he thought about why, why would Xiaojiu put this thing in his hands.Ning Feng''s eyes were cold. He waved his magic sickle and made a stroke towards the unguarded soul master''s body.
Poof~~~
Blood splash!
As soon as the scythe passed, the two soul masters felt a stabbing pain in their bodies. Then their flesh and blood power was mercilessly swallowed by the scythe, and their martial spirit fusion skills disintegrated in an instant.
In Tang San''s eyes, Xiao Jiu, the copy, burst and dissipated into the original power.
And the seventh soul ring that Xiaojiu was suppressed appeared. The next moment, Tang San and others stepped on the dark halo of war.
"What''s the matter?" Tang San''s pupil suddenly shrank, and he turned back in disbelief.
"What''s the matter? How can the clone small nine disappear? Is there something wrong with the mirror soul master? " The God of jealousy cursed, but also looked back.
"Damn it, Ning Fengzhi, how do you protect them? Invincible God light, don''t save. You have to use it when you should use it..."
The God of gluttony said and looked back, but the last word was stuck in his throat.
They looked at the scene in front of them with disbelief. Ning Fengzhi was holding a magic sickle, while the two soul masters in the mirror had been devoured by the magic sickle, and the death disappeared with the wind.
"What?" The God of laziness can''t believe it.
"Uncle Ning, what are you doing?" Oscar looked back and didn''t believe his eyes at all.
Then the next moment, more let him shocked things happened, bone Douluo kick in his face, the Oscar directly kick fly to Ning Fengzhi.
And Ning Fengzhi waved the magic sickle in his hand, and the sharp sickle pierced Oscar''s body directly, provoking him high!
"Xiao Ao!" Ning Rongrong''s pupils dilated, covered his red lips, unwilling to believe what happened in front of him.
At this moment, everyone was shocked.
Only little nine clapped and laughed
"Uncle Ning, we still have a tacit understanding. It''s a perfect counter attack! No one can imagine that you are the first force to fall to me. It''s really pleasing to cooperate with Uncle Ning. "
what?
Qian Daoliu takes a cool breath. He feels that he is resourceful, but he doesn''t expect that Ning Fengzhi is actually a small nine. And looking at the situation, he doesn''t even know Gu Douluo.
It''s terrible.
GUI Douluo only feels that the cold hair blows up. Ning Fengzhi, Xiao Jiu, one by one, is more and more terrible. They are all the kind of old men who are hard to meet in ten thousand years!
If it wasn''t for Ning Fengzhi, who would have thought that he was Xiaojiu.
Even Bi Dong was stunned. Mei Mou was full of fear and appreciation. It was Yu Xiaogang''s wisdom that convinced her that they fell in love.
But now it seems that the wisdom of Yu Xiaogang is not at the same level as that of Xiao Jiu.
Bibidong''s eyes on Xiaojiu are more and more complicated.
They are all like this, not to mention Zhu Zhuqing and other women. Now their beautiful eyes are full of shock and question marks.
And Tang San, at the moment like five thunderbolts!
He staggered as if he had been drained of all his strength.
He planned everything carefully. He could kill Xiao Jiu immediately, but he never thought that two mirror soul masters were killed and Oscar was doomed. He was the one who killed them and destroyed Tang San''s perfect plan.
Unexpectedly, he has been supporting him and following Ning Fengzhi!
"Why? Why? " Tang San''s shrill roar, the taste of betrayal, is too hard!
Oscar grabs the magic sickle with his hands, and he is even more unwilling. With tears in his eyes, he looks at Ning Fengzhi of the magic sickle with his fingers, and says in a painful wail: "Uncle Ning, why, I am Rongrong''s future husband!"
"Rong Rong''s husband? You deserve it? "
Ning Feng''s eyes were red, and he said, "Oscar! Why do you even ask me, you brute