Chapter 43: Why do you throw your feces casually?

Previously, Lu Zhao was still mocking the Wuxiangxiu for pretending to be 13, but he didn't expect that he had made the same mistake.

"Bah, if I had known this, I should have killed this old ghost just now. It's really a pity!" Lu Zhao only felt that the whole space was squeezing towards him. The repulsive force made him almost unable to move.

He barely moved his body and wanted to withdraw from the hurricane range. Every time he withdrew, the pressure was reduced by one point, but how could the Faceless Hidden let go of Lu Zhao so simply, and directly used his divine mind to control the whirlwind to move towards Lu Zhao, and even released a suction force to pull Lu Zhao's body that wanted to escape.

In the eyes of Wuxiang's Inscription, the world is big but not face-saving, so Lu Zhao's slap just now was considered a hornet's nest, which directly shot out the true fire of Wuxiang's Inscription, and indirectly stimulated the Wuxiang's Inscription's spirit of "being shameless but not life".

On the square, bright blood-colored light occupied half of the sky, with a dark red wind ray, like a cone. Lu Zhao was the commander of the body protecting the soul and moved backwards. Both contained extremely sharp edges. The space along the way was wafting, cracks spread, and the terrible destructive power made a person hidden in the void in the distance appear.

Although the man immediately hid his body, the shock and fear that appeared on his face were imprinted in the void. It was hard for him to imagine that such a terrible attack, if it were him, it would be just the slightest energy that leaked out, which would require him to resist with all his strength. The combat level rose instantly, which was really terrifying.

At this time, the Wuxiang Silker didn't care that someone was peeping outside the field, and just wanted to kill Lu Zhao, the little devil, to vent his anger first.

"Old ghost, don't force people too much. I have asked you to beat me for so long, so you should be content. Go away quickly. I can pretend that nothing has happened!" At this time, a true fire of namelessness rose in Lu Zhao's heart. Since the spiritual cultivation came, when did he be beaten by someone? He has always stood on the commanding heights to kill others. How could anyone dare to shit on his head?

"Hmph, little kid, now you know you're wrong? What did you do long ago? I can't touch my face at will."

"Hey, please, I just touched it gently. Do you think your face is a woman's butt, and you can't touch it casually?"

"You..." The old face of the Wuying Anan's face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, and it was even twitching constantly, as if to express the anger in his heart, and said, "Little devil, you really don't repent! I will let you die without a place to bury today."

"Bah! It's not certain if anyone dies without a burial place!" Lu Zhao made up his mind. He didn't plan to be too arrogant on other people's territory, but this old ghost was like a piece of cowhide plaster, and he couldn't get rid of it if he stuck to his body, so he decided to take a ruthless move.

Lu Zhao's index finger gently flicked his left hand, and the lid of the small gourd was pushed apart.

A little dark green light reflected in the pupils of the formless hidden man. The extremely terrifying attack was about to launch a thunderous collision with the blood cloud he released, like a meteorite collision!

As the two became closer, the heart of the Wuying Hidden was involuntarily raised. He instinctively felt the ultimate evil power contained in the green light. Who could win this terrifying confrontation?

In the expectation and anxiety in the heart of Wuying's Insight, the dark red and dark green light finally collided fiercely in the next moment. However, just as Wuying's Insight was waiting for the shocking explosion that was about to resound, the collision in the sky was strange and there was no sound.

The insulted Hermit slowly raised his gaze with surprise, and then he saw the dark red and dark green eroding back and forth like two clouds of different colors in the sky. Although this confrontation was quiet and silent, the insulted Hermit still discovered that the space became extremely distorted at the contact between the two terrifying energy, which looked like a illusory and strange feeling.

In the quiet, a slight hissing sound came from the energy eroding back and forth in the air. Dark red and dark green were like two huge clouds, covering the sky above the square. The seemingly peaceful confrontation was the idea of ​​devouring the other party.

Lu Zhao stared at the two huge balls of energy in the air with a plain look. His whole body seemed to be out of the matter, his face was indifferent and his figure was even more casual. Obviously, Lu Zhao was sure to win this time in the confrontation.

Compared with Lu Zhao, the mental quality of the formless hermit was simply too bad. He had not yet defeated, but his face was as pale as snow. His eyes were nervously looking at the two balls in the air that were constantly eroding each other and swallowing energy.

"I hate fools because he never knows what he will encounter. Old guy, you are alive as a dog at your age? I just slap your face... No, you are going to fight me hard, you have taken the wrong medicine!" Lu Zhao symbolically slapped off the dust on his body and said leisurely.

"boom!!"

A dazzling bright light sprinkled from the sky. When the energy of heaven and earth was violent, the dark red energy ball could finally not withstand the erosion of the dark green energy ball. Suddenly, a thunderous explosion. The sinful energy carried an extremely terrifying storm and swept out from mid-air. Wherever the storm passed, the space was shaking!

A piece of tumbled, yes, it is to be described as a piece of tumbled. Although this dark green sin energy is powerful, it moves slowly. The Venerable Wuying keeps retreating. The sin energy has targeted Venerable Wuying. No matter where the enemy fled, it can teleport to a few meters beside the opponent in a few minutes.

"Damn it, I dare to stick to me. I will let you know what clinging means." Lu Zhao felt extremely comfortable. If it weren't for the inappropriate scene, he would have wanted to sing two songs.

"Boy, why are you fighting? Why do you throw your feces at will?" The Ancient Angry was so worried that he could cry. No matter how he looked at this lush thing, he thought about it. At this moment, he had forgotten what slap Lu Zhao slapped him in the face, and just wanted to escape from this disgusting thing.

"How do you speak? You haven't attended nine years of compulsory education? This is called death entanglement. Look at my mouth shape, si...wang...c...rao!" Lu Zhao's expression was extremely serious, and he patiently taught the unfinished hermit and had a great attitude of being a role model.

"Puff!"
Chapter completed!