Chapter 67—The Battle of the Family

The second day, Shenshi Square.

Early in the morning, the sky was only bright, and the various warriors of Tianzhu City had gathered in the battlefield of the Wudouhui.

In the center of Shenshi Square, a hundred square meters of Wudouchang is surrounded by a piece of bluestone. Those bluestones are far from the central battlefield, and the higher the cushion, the better the light can see the battle inside the battlefield.

The people of the five great families have not yet come over, and there is a crowd of people on top of a battlefield dedicated to the battle of the five great families.

When the sun was coming, the people of the five great families came from all directions of Tianzhu City.

Shiyan followed Shi Jian’s body and had not yet reached the Shenshi Square. He saw a crowd of people far away.

These people are almost all military, most of them in the days of the day after tomorrow, innate, and in the position of people, there are also no shortage of masters of status.

Such warriors, who are in a state of arrogance and status, may not be interested in participating in the fighting, but they may be very concerned about the confrontation of the five major families.

I saw that around the battlefield, on a piece of bluestone, many warriors crossed their heads.

Many people who focus on swords and tomahawks, all of them should be mercenaries from the dark forests, dead swamps, and cloud mountains. They did not appear a few days ago, but they came early today. It is.

When the Shijia group of people appeared in the Shenshi Square, many warriors in the square began to talk and took the initiative to give way to the Shijialai people.

The Shi family had not yet stepped into the center of the battlefield, and the sights of the warriors looked at the entrance of Shenshi Square and whispered.

I saw a group of Mohist people. Under the leadership of Motuo, all of them were cold and face, and they also came to the battlefield.

Shi Jian snorted and calmed his face, and went to the battlefield with the stone family without saying a word.

This time, the people of the five great families will not watch the battle on the stone building in the distance, but will come to the front line and pay attention to every minute detail in the battlefield at the nearest distance.

On the edge of the Wudouchang, a special stone platform has been set up.

The person waiting there, when I saw Shi Jian came over, hurriedly greeted him and smiled and said: "Shi Jiazhu, please sit here."

Shi Jian nodded. Under the leadership of this person, he came to the side of the battlefield and sat down on the stone bench.

All kinds of delicious food and wine were immediately brought up, and they were placed on the stone bench next to Shijian for the stone family to enjoy.

Not long after, Motu also came over and was placed opposite the Shijia.

After Moto sat down, his eyes looked cold and cold, and he didn't know what to think.

When the sun was slightly stronger, the left family and the Ling family also came one after another. After the left virtual came, they were placed next to the stone house.

After sitting down, Zuo Xu gently nodded toward Shi Jian, indicating that there was no problem on the side of the pavilion, everything was silent.

Lingjia and Mohist made a good deal, and naturally they were arranged in the Mohist family.

After Ling Shaofeng came, he smiled and went to the Mohist family. He comforted a few inky battles and looked for opportunities to say hello to Mo Yanyu.

The missing ink song is the birth father of the ink war. He knows that his father was taken away. The ink war has been suppressing the anger, and he will wait for the **** revenge.

When the sun rises high, the North sorcerer takes the master of the North meditation, and it is late.

The northern sorrow was indifferent, and the body was chilly. Wherever he went, the merchants of the Shangmeng all took the initiative to give way.

Behind him, the North meditation was proud, followed by the two girls, Mu Yudie and Diylan.

The person who arranged the position was the slave of the North meditation. When he saw the owner, he naturally handed over the best position. He nodded and asked the North murder and the North meditation to sit down and immediately greet the next person. Serve wine and food.

Regardless of the color, or the weight of the delicacies, the North meditation is obviously higher than the other four, and the North meditation is in a detached position in the business alliance.

After the five major families entered the seat, the North Mind hurts and faintly said: "Every year the rules are the same, I will not say anything more, the fighting will be just a way of communication, I hope everyone will try to restrain, it is best not to get It’s a life."

The other four owners all nodded lightly.

Looking around in the north, I took a deep look at the faces of Motuo and Shi Jian, and said: "As always, you can use the way of inviting battles, you can also add color heads, whoever comes first."

"Yuer!" Mo Tuo gave a low drink.

Mo Yanyu, who stood in the crowd of Mohist, walked out the first place, squatting in the cold, staring at the direction of Shijia, and sipping coldly: "Mojia Mo Yanyu, congenital two heavens, I don't know who is willing to enlighten me!"

"Snow is falling in the city, a silver sand mine, this is a title deed." Moto sullenly sullen and snorted.

The worship of a Mohist family took over the title deed from him and placed it on a round table beside the North Medieval Fighting Field. The establishment of the round table was specifically for storing chips.

"Rizhao City, Dongguan Street's management right!" Shi Jian also snorted, took three yellow pages from the kit in front of him and handed it to the person in charge.

After the person put three pages of yellow paper on the round table, Shi Jian was faint: "Tianluo, you go."

Shi Tianluo’s look was shocked, and he also boarded the Wudouchang. He said: “Shijia Shi Tianluo, the congenital two heavens, please enlighten me!”

"Mojia ink Yanyu! Shijia Shi Tianluo! Are the congenital two heavens, the two owners, whether to decide a war?" The person in charge of weight loss, standing next to the round table, screaming.

When he saw that Mo Tuo and Shi Jian both nodded lightly, they said, "That's good, start fighting!"

"Hey!"

A blue color electric mang, suddenly emerged from the ink of the Yan Yanyu ten fingers, that a blue color electric mans, as if a strip of snakes, slowly thickening in front of her.

For a time, Mo Yanyu seemed to be surrounded by lightning.

The cyan lightning of a finger is getting longer and longer, and it is entangled and turned into a five-meter-long lightning whip.

After the lightning whips are finished, it is as thick as an arm, and the electric light is dazzling. The strong current is bursting in the lightning lash, and the sparks are splashed.

"Hey!"

Ink Yanyu whip, the lightning whip is like an electric dragon, in the deafening electric shock, violently toward the stone Tianluo.

"Hey!"

In the air, the electric light lasing, a strange sound came out, and a trace of current overflowed. Many of the warriors changed their faces, and the subconscious condensed spirits resisted.

Shi Tianluo's body skin has already turned gray, and the petrochemical martial arts of Shijia is also ready.

Seeing the lightning lashing, Shi Tianluo looked dignified and suddenly screamed, and a mountain-like madness slammed out of his body.

"磐石诀!"

Shi Tianluo did not move like a mountain. His legs seemed to be deeply inserted into the ground. After petrification, his physical defense was far superior to that of ordinary people. He even reached out and grabbed the lightning lash.

"Hey!"

Shi Tianluo reached out and the lightning whip was wrapped around his left arm. The amazing current suddenly burst out of the lightning whip and rushed straight toward Shi Tianluo’s body.

"howl!"

Shi Tianluo screamed, and the body essence after petrification was rolling around the whole body, and quickly rushed into the left arm, forcing the lightning current that rushed in.

By the strength of the petrochemical Wushen, Shi Tianluo was not so bad when he was sore, and he grabbed the lightning lashes and rushed to the ink Yanyu. The speed was fast and sick, as if a boulder fell from the sky. Full of violent momentum.

Shijia's petrochemical Wuhun, good at melee, once the stone family is close, the opponent's nightmare will come.

However, unexpectedly, the one hand was wrapped in the lightning whip of the ink Yan Yu, seeing Shi Tianluo rushing, there is no meaning of dodging, the pretty face actually reveals a strange expression.

Just a glimpse, the original face of ruddy Mo Yanyu, his face became pale as paper, as if he was sick, and there was no blood on his face.

At this moment, the speed of the movement of the fine elements in the body of Mo Yanyu is almost three times faster!

The potential in her body seems to have been suddenly spurred out!

"Not good!" Shi Yan shouted, and a glimpse of his heart, knowing that Shi Tianluo was afraid of suffering.

This ink Yan Yuming Ming is only the cultivation of the congenital two heavens, but the body has changed dramatically in the body, as if it has gained a force that does not belong to her!

At this time, the essence of her body is afraid to be much more powerful than the general warrior of the three heavens!

This advantage is enough to make her not afraid of Shi Tianluo's petrochemical martial arts!

really!

Shi Tianluo rushed to the side of Mo Yanyu, and it was too late to display a fierce attack. In the other hand of Mo Yanyu, he burst out a "green arc half moon".

That "green arc half moon 斩" is as big as a disc, more than three times stronger than the power of dealing with Shiyan!

A series of seven "green arc half moon squats", together from her other hand, quickly let Shi Tianluo have no chance to escape.

"Booming and banging!"

Seven green arcs and half a month, the bombardment of the bombardment in the chest of Shi Tianluo, directly flew out of Shi Tianluo!

The power of these seven green arcs and half moons is no longer the first stage of the petrochemical martial arts can withstand.

When people are in the air, Shi Tianluo has been splashed with blood.

"Hey!"

Shi Tianluo’s body fell to the front of Shi Jian’s body three meters ago. His chest was **** and his eyes were scattered. He was obviously seriously injured.

"Save people!"

Shi Jian’s eyes were squirting fire, and after a violent bang, the majestic body shivered.

A few stone houses that had been prepared for worship were rushing forward, and Shi Tianluo was carried down. He was eager to feed the medicinal herbs and was busy healing him.

The ten fingers of Shi Tie's hands were deeply immersed in the stone bench. He sat there, motionless, his eyes filled with endless resentment, and he stared straight into the distant Moto.

Moto is as murderous as it is, and Shi Tie is looking at it.

"Ink Yan Yusheng! Gambling money to return to the Mohist, the next fight can continue."

At this time, from the side of the round table, there was a formulaic voice in which the person in charge did not have a trace of affection.