"Come on." The public mirror is completely unscrupulous, only one voice, the eight shadows at the foot of the wild crow have changed, and there are more daggers in their hands. Of course, this state of paralysis is still a shadow, no energy, no material, no life induction.

The crows don't think too much.

Raise your hand.

Eight long-swords of eight colors appeared out of thin air, with no extra movements, and lightning strikes as soon as they appear. There is one for each shadow, and none of them will fail.

In the face of this sword, the public mirror did not escape.

Eight swords pierced.

Throughout.

There are no changes in the eight shadows, and there is no trace of damage. This kind of attack is meaningless to him. The shadow is really a shadow and will not suffer a bit of a blow. In contrast, after the Eight Swords passed, the eight shadows were also hit. There is no violent action, just a single second combo of the dagger. Then, the body of the crow splashed 16 blood marks at the same time.

I can't see the attack, and I can't see the energy change.

This is like a natural change, and there is no such thing as a second person's interference. The wild crow is like a self-injured, very natural change, like a wave and a step, no one affects it.

but.

In fact, everyone knows that this is the attack of the public mirror, that is, the second person interferes.

"Hey." The wild crows ran through the body and returned to the injury in a blink of an eye. At the same time, the flames of the eight colors swept, and the eight shadows were wrapped in an instant.

The singular flames burned, and at the moment the eight shadows were 'stationed'.

The dagger in his hand is another ordinary two-shot.

In a blink of an eye.

The whole body of the crow was broken into hundreds of parts, which seemed to be separated by repeated cuts. The super-bound sword is useless, and the energy flame is equally useless. The eight shadows of the Mirror are like no ones, and are not affected at all. Surprisingly, his attack was very effective, and the wild crows with the destructive body could not resist it. The ordinary daggers were shattered and shattered.

At this moment.

The eight-color ray once again flows, rejoins and gathers, allowing the broken body to re-aggregate.

The Mirror has no action and does not disturb the destruction.

So far he has gained the upper hand, no matter what the reaction of the crows does not care. Like the super-border dominated by Da Qingkui, they are quick-fixing, seize every opportunity, and make the enemy die. The Guardian Mirror and Wu Yingfu are very different. They are more indifferent. They enjoy fighting more than just pursuing victory.

To win or lose is to belong to the secular clan, and to enjoy the battle belongs to oneself.

"Hey!"

Both attack and defense failed, and the posture of the wild crow changed.

At this moment, everyone felt that the fighting attitude of the crow was serious. This is not an increase in ability, but a change in consciousness. If the case is like a tiger in the wild, and a tiger in the tiger, the attitude of the two battles is completely different. The battle between the tiger and the wolf and the struggle between the two tigers, the latter is the battle of the king who gambles on everything.

A scream, eight colors of flame re-ignited.

This time.

The eight-color flame did not mix, nor did it generate weapons or armor. They each maintain a color, and then madly erode the surrounding space, as if to extend the tentacles to another boundary, to absorb the energy of other boundaries. At the same time, people can also sense that this is not a 'grab plundering', but an exchange. Rather than the penetration of flame energy, it is better to talk about the exchange of life energy.

People can't understand, only know that the eight-color flame is changing, and there is a taste that slowly leaves the flame.

After the ten interest.

The eight-color flames are each aggregated, as if they have acquired different resources, and they have become eight different inductive energy bodies. Without waiting for people to think more, the eight flames slowly deformed and slowly turned into eight light-emitting **** of light.

At this moment.

The wild crow is like a quiet scholar, with a light hand, and eight light **** quickly float to the hand. Slowly through the palm of your hand, leave eight runes of corresponding colors in the palm of your hand. Then, the eight light **** flew and scattered in different positions. Less than three interest, eight light **** began to grow rapidly and the light became stronger. Soon, people inside the Void Pearl Earth have lost sight of anything.

At this moment.

The entire celestial domain is covered by eight colors of light, black, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple... eight kinds of light flooded everything like sea water, except for the light, no other. Surprisingly, these lights are not staggered, each one is based on one side, and a river does not make the appearance of well water.

On the battlefield, the remaining eight super-dominant masters can't see anything.

They are only fully defended, for fear of a fatal blow in the light.

Shi Sidu and Jing Tai saw it, and Wu Yingfu also saw it... No, it is better to say that it is worse than seeing it. At this time, the wild crow is like a quiet scribe, reaching for one hand and eight tiny shining flames on the palm. It can sense that all its power is concentrated on this claw, and as long as the target is found, it does not survive.

At this moment, the entire airspace is ‘stationary’, only the eight colors shine.

Shi Sidu and other three people understand.

Everything has been quiet.

Wanfa has been sleeping.

As long as the Mirror is slightly moved, no matter the movement, the force, the sound, or even the heart, it must be visible.

As long as the shape is formed, the wild crow will be able to tie the opponent.

Even said.

Under the illumination of these eight colors, everything that is ‘not quiet’ will die. At this moment, this airspace is only static, no movement, and death when one moves. Shi Sidu, Jing Taiguan and Wu Yingfu also believe that this is the result. The foundation of the wild crow is not as good as the mirror, and the accumulated energy is not as good. However, it has a destructive body. Now that the entire airspace is on the verge of 'destruction', there is only one goal.

Next second.

Wei Gong mirror moved.

The eight shadows take a big step, and in an instant, not eight changes, but a new shadow is generated for each tiny distance. In just one step, the eight shadows became hundreds. Even the shadows of the secondary ones are moving, creating a new batch of shadows. It can be said that this is a big step, the shadow of the battlefield has thousands of.

These shadows each have different weapons, scorpions, swords, knives, bows, guns, axes, hammers... each of them moves differently.

They are not like phantoms at all, and each one is like real.

however.

It does not matter.

Eight or eight thousand, the crow does not care. The glowing right claw is torn, and all the light is turned over in a moment. Then, the entire airspace is like a flipped book, everything is ‘blank’. The light disappears, the shadow disappears, and everything becomes a 'zero' state.

It is different from Wu Ying.

Wu Yingfu’s fist can break everything and no enemy.

The crow is a claw.

Shi Sidu, Jing Taiguan, Wu Yingfu and the eight super-dominant dominators did not use defense, and did not affect them at all. In addition to the shadow, the wild crow did not attack anything. This kind of control ability has to say that no one else dares to compare.

"But..." Wu Yingfu shook his head.

at this time.

A blade of light flashed out of the body of the crow.

I can't see what the weapon is, and I can't see what the character is. I only see the feeling of a sharp blade. Not only that, but the eight ‘suns’ around the moment are also the same fate, all of which spurt a blade from the inside out, like a water polo that has been cut through.

After the fatal blow, the Mirror is still missing.

"Wei brother is called a shadowless person. Without meaning, he is not visible, and can not be sensed." Wu Yingfu slowly finished speaking.

At this moment.

The crow's chest wound flashed a burst of light, but... no reply.

Conversely, the rate at which the energy is dissipated at the wound is faster.

This 'injury' cannot be cured.

"The Mirror has been called the strongest defense of the Upper Body. Because it is a shadowless person, he is not only proficient in defense, but also proficient in 'destruction' defense. From a certain point of view, the scar is also a kind of defensive damage. If you I don't know how he did it, you can't fix the scars." Shi Sidu also opened, I don't know if it is a reminder or a description.

The body runs through and the energy escapes.

The wild crow also stretched out his left hand and used the swallower to recover the energy. However, just one test did not continue.

can do.

But this is not a fight.

If you use the swallower to maintain the loss, you are in a state of balance, and the enemy will have a little extra weight. This is not a fight, just waiting to die.

"You lost." The sound of the Mirror was sounded, and the tone was just like a fact.

The result is the same again.

The mad crow can't hit the Mirror, but the Mirror can make another scar.

Even if the crow does not worry about this consumption, lose is to lose.

Can not fight back, arrogant war is not a madman, is a mad dog. The Mirror has no ability to kill the Raven, but it has already surpassed it. Anyone on the scene is convinced that the wild crow is indeed a little bit worse, after all, it is not the perfect state.

At this moment.

The crows once again waved, and the eight 'suns' shrank again and became a ball of light. They are still pierced and unable to return to the prototype.

Eight light **** flew off the hand.

The energy surged again. At the moment, it is not a single color of eight colors, but an interlaced disorder. There is a feeling that everyone is faint: this is a state of collapse beyond the limit, just like Daqingkui is killing a self-destructive means... No, it is even more terrible, this is an explosion of eight light **** intertwined with each other.

Can you clear the field once?

Including the crows themselves?

do not know!

No one knows that Shidu is not sure whether this explosion will wipe out everything here.

at this time.

"Wait a minute." The weak voice sounded, inductive, the coming is at best only the extent of the border. In this battlefield, even the qualifications of being called ants are not. Light and shadow flash, the transmission is also an ordinary spell, the level is very poor and very strange.

It seems that people...just a bird.

One feels very old and can almost smell the rotten old birds. That feeling, it is only a short distance from corruption to ash. Its energy induction is also weak, and even the blood power is degraded by aging. This kind of existence is like the dust on the roadside.

Wu Yingfu frowned.

Take a step forward.

At this point, Jing Taiguan has already stopped at the front, indicating that he wants to hear what he wants to say.

Jingtaiguan is a Hezu, born with sympathy for the birds.

"Wait... no hurry..." The old-fashioned old birds talked hard, as if they had exhausted the last strength: "I came from an outside world where the flames were extinguished. It was the last surviving ashes. I don't know you." What life is, but I feel... you need me."

Everyone is ashamed.

Is this a joke? No, this is more ridiculous than a joke.

"My home is destroyed, we can't stop it. Just there, there are still a lot of ashes, waiting to be awakened by some kind of power. I have been waiting, but unfortunately I have not waited. You are probably not the one I have to wait for. But please accept my gift. If you can make good use of it, I hope that you will not take advantage of this power." The old birds of the old age finally struggled to spread their wings, and the feathers were broken and scattered.

Wu Yingfu and Wei Gongjing are very strange, but they are not stopped.

Shi Sidu is also unknown.

Only the Hezuo’s Jingtaiguan faintly thinks.

The ancient bird flew, just hitting the wound wounded by the crow. With the power of its micro-end, it is natural for a moment.

but.

At the moment when the ancient birds were completely dead, all the talents present saw the true prototype of it...

A little pure white flame!