The Mightiest Little Peasant

"good chance!"

On the Taixu ship, the Xuheng Daoist's face was bright.

At the moment, the battle is in chaos, and it is their perfect opportunity to shoot.

They have been patient until now, just to wait for this opportunity, this kid will never think that they have already prepared the means to deal with him, just waiting for the trouble now.

He glanced at the Nanwu Taoist, who nodded and took out a pair of scrolls from the sleeve gown.

Nan Wudao shook his hand, and the scroll unfolded, revealing a landscape painting.

On the painting, there is a shining divine light.

"Several seniors, you can do it!"

The Nanwu Taoist rushed into the scroll and whispered.

"it is good!"

In the picture, an old, hoarse voice came.

Then, seeing the picture scrolling, he directly escaped into the void and disappeared.

When the scroll appeared again, it was like ghosts and ghosts. To the side of Tang Hao, the moment when the scroll appeared, there was a brilliant golden light flowing out of the painting.

It was a dense golden sword spirit, each of which exudes breathtaking breath.

These sword qi gathered in an instant, condensed into a Canglong, opened a huge mouth, and flew towards Tang Hao.

At the same time, in this endless sword spirit, there is another gun flash.

A golden magic gun, caught in the torrent of sword gas, shot out.

This gun has changed to a thousand feet long, like a giant peak, with intricate inscriptions engraved on the whole body, and a five-colored flame, which is terrifying.

Tang Hao is paying attention to the battle of the Eight Tribulation. When he finds something wrong, when he notices the abnormal shape, the golden dragon that the sword light condenses, and the golden gun of the remains, have been exploded and killed to the nearest point.

"this is……"

His gaze changed, his face changed.

These two shots turned out to be the powerhouses of the late Seven Tribulation with thousands of immortals!

He instantly understood that it was too vain for them, and they were the stars of power.

The one who urged Jian Qi did not know which lineage, but that gun, Tang Hao was too familiar, like the Wuyan God Curse Gun that he had obtained in Qiyuan, it was obviously the power of God Curse Heaven.

Judging from the momentum, both people's cultivation behavior is similar to that of the old lion, and they are all strong men with six or seven thousand blood.

"not good!"

Tang Hao's heart sank slightly.

With his strength, it is more than enough to deal with one, but if it is two, it will be very difficult. If the old lion takes the opportunity to shoot, he will play one and three, and there is not much chance of winning.

Sure enough, just after his idea came out, in the other direction, there was a ripple in the void, a golden lion drilled out, and turned into a golden electric light.

The time left for Tang Hao to respond was too short, he avoided it.

He was so impressed that the temples flew out, instantly swelled, and rushed forward to intercept the Jianguang Canglong and the Wuyan Magic Gun.

Then, he turned sharply and grabbed the Peng King Divine Halberd.

Boom!

The two temples were hit twice, and the light was dim for a moment. As the immortal palace, the weapon of life, the temples were damaged, and they would directly affect Tang Hao himself. His body shuddered, and his face paled for a moment.

"Haha!"

The old lion laughed, waved his giant claws, and slapped hard.

clang!

There was a thunderous clash of gold and iron.

Tang Hao's figure shook again, and he flew backwards by this claw.

At this time, the Sifang cultivators were shocked and dodged one after another. They all saw it. These two sudden shots were also a super strong with a level of six or seven thousand blood.

This level of combat is no different from that of the Eight Tribes in their eyes.

"Not good! It's God Curse Sky, the vain power of the sky!"

In the crowd, Li Gongzi's pretty face changed, and his expression became very solemn.

She recognized the origin of the two.

"Sister Li, what should I do?"

Yu Shiyan on the side asked anxiously.

Although she is older and has a longer track record than this one, she is far inferior to this Zhuquetian's heirs in terms of insight and strategy.

"We can't intervene in this level of battle. It's better to protect the fortune-teachers first and Senior Ling to them, so that Brother Tang has no worries." Li Gongzi pondered a little, and he made a decision.

Yu Shiyan nodded.

This is indeed the best way at present, as long as there is no worries, Tang Daoyou has the opportunity to escape with the night armor.

"You guys, please come in!"

Riko took out a portable cave mansion, and put in the Zuohuazi and others. She was the grandson of Suzaku, and behind him was Suzaku, who was not afraid that these stars would hit her.

Seeing this scene, Tang Hao was relieved suddenly, but his expression did not relax. The two fossil powers, as well as the old lion, had been attacking him madly, with all kinds of supernatural powers, treasures, and intensive pouring. Come, beat him back and forth again and again, there is no chance to urge the night armor.

"Stinky boy, do you still want to run?"

The old lion grinned with a thrill of revenge.

Previously outside, he was humiliated badly by this kid, and now, he has finally returned in revenge.

He not only had to humiliate the kid, but also tore the kid to pieces, swallowing up his soul, and avenging the dead clan.

His eyebrows kept closing and closing, and he burst into a beam of divine light from time to time.

This vertical eye is the strongest supernatural power of his golden lion family. Every time it is turned on, it consumes a lot of energy, but he is out and burns the blood in his body frantically, turning on this holy pupil again and again.

On the other side, the two Huaxing Powers have already emerged from the painting, a white robe, a fairy bone, and a purple glazed war armor. They are as marvelous as a god of war.

Both of them were pupils blooming in divine light, murderous and terrifying, and mercilessly radiating various colors towards Tang Hao.

A young demon who is less than a hundred years old can reach their height. If they are born in their respective traditions, they will be ecstatic, cultivate and protect at all costs.

But since it has become an enemy, it must be destroyed at all costs.

"Oh shit!"

After another wave of bombardment, Tang Hao flew out again, and there was blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. A face was already pale.

He's the only one who can stand the crazy bombardment of three super old monsters.

He had no chance to open the night armor at all, and these three people were very tacit. He drove him to the center of the void, wanting him to be involved in the battle of the Eight Tribes. , You have to be crippled without dying.

"How to do?"

Tang Hao Shen read the telegram and began to think about the way to break the game.