The white tiger seized the opportunity to break Zhou Yi’s destiny with the help of the tiger god, and descended on Zhou Yi’s chest to tear Zhou Yi apart.
"sword of fate"
Zhou Yi’s avatar once again surged into the long sword, and saw that the long sword seemed to be fatalistic, and a mysterious trajectory was cut towards the white tiger. This blow was wrapped with all the strength of heaven and earth, and even the white tiger himself did not dare to meet hard, but the blow could not be avoided.
"dang"
At the key moment, the white tiger converged on the avatar in his hand and turned to Zhou Yi to fight, and the tiger caught the sword force.
"bang"
Virtual shock sword force boiling the white tiger blows the sword to fly out.
"It turned out to be a sample." The white tiger coldly attacked again
"Destiny’s sword comes to seek accuracy and does not pursue strength." Zhou Yi laughed coldly.
Looking at the white tiger culling again, Zhou Yi’s sword danced again.
"Brother Zhou Yi is so fierce that it’s no wonder that I’m too arrogant in Yi Dao to be the first person in the younger generation in Yi Dao." A younger brother looked at the fighting in the field and his eyes flashed, but at the moment, a stream of resentment emerged in his heart. "Hum, why can Zhou Yi be a person who is too easy to be immortal and cultivated by his ancestors, but we have to struggle hard. Why is it unfair to his ancestors?"
While thinking that his brother’s eyes gradually became scarlet, his eyes were bloodshot and his shadow danced.
Not only is the younger brother counting the elders and younger brothers around him at this time, but also a feeling of resentment rises in his heart. Everyone says that Zhou Yi is not envious or false. Zhou Yi is so cultivated by his ancestor, and Tianjiao enjoys the best resources in Yi Dao. How many people can’t ask for it?
"Why can this young man get the advice of the ancestor and the bodhi old zu? I am also an old man who teaches. I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years. Why am I not a kind of player? Why is this young man’s qualifications so small that I can’t get it?" Yi Dao, a godsworn in the realm of nature, danced in his eyes and his eyes were red.
"Hum, why?" At this time, the dark side of the elders’ hearts kept rising.
Is SIRS monks didn’t notice the number of soldiers and generals behind him at this time is also red eyes "with what? Why can these guys fly to take charge of our life and death? Why can the general be unwilling to hand over his life to others? "
At this moment, the eyes of millions of soldiers and generals behind the general are slowly red and splitting.
At this time, there is also a strange qi activity in the Dagan China camp. Friar Sirs Manghuang’s eyes look at two figures criss-crossing in the field, and their eyes are full of pitfalls. "Kill them! Kill them! Both of them are the younger generation. Tianjiao has been carefully cultivated by the godfather and the demon god, but if we don’t kill them, we will get out of the day forever."
"Do we have to kill them just because they are the ancestors of the demon gods?" A little animal in the eyes of an old man with a lion’s head is gradually diffusing and suppressing his rationality, and soon it takes the peak.
"Hum, a group of people with long hair and horns dare to come to our Terran army and tell me what to do when my uncle oppresses me." At this time, a general in the Dagan army slowly grasped the waist broadsword with his palm. "Why is it always that Terran is enslaved by you animals? It’s a shame for our ancestors."
Chapter 1239 stuff cannibalism
"kill"
At this time, Zhou Yi, the white tiger in the field, fought to a fierce battle, and both sides had their own cards, which was difficult to distinguish for a while.
After 700 strokes, the two sides killed red eyes, and the dangers in their eyes filled the air, but they moved the real fire without noticing the scarlet eyes of all the people around them.
Until nearly 1000 strokes, the white tiger is the tiger god’s direct heir, and it is loved by the tiger god more than it is too easy for the ancestor to care for Zhou Yi. A hair in the white tiger’s hand has soared and enlarged, and this white tiger fairy machine fills the air with a kind of tiger ghost. Obviously, this is the one that the tiger god left for the white tiger’s cause.
"Go to hell," the white tiger urged the virtual shadow to attack Zhou Yi’s flaw, but Zhou Yi’s gyration was not instantaneous and was hit and flew out.
Master confrontation, one wrong step, one wrong step is suppressed, and it is suppressed everywhere.
The white tiger is a real fighter. At this time, seize the opportunity and don’t give Zhou Yi a break. Suppress and nullify constantly everywhere.
Seeing that Zhou Yi gradually fell into the wind and dry camp, a demon race Great Sage flashed a bit gloomy in his eyes. "If you can kill Zhou Yi, you will definitely get the deepest luck in the world. Those people who have the greatest chance of becoming immortal can’t ask the white tiger to kill Zhou Yi."