As soon as Mi Cangqiong drank, the stick was immediately presented.

The extremely heavy, dark-bodied dragon stick was sent to his hands.

Mi Cangqiong put a stick in his hand and punched him in the sky. He suddenly shouted, "Stop if you don't want to die!"

This shout was full of vitality, and the sound shook the long streets of the fields.

The only drawback is that the voice is slightly sharp.

That is the unique tone of eunuchs.

This shout made countless people fighting and fighting shock their bodies and stopped their movements.

Then they fought again, and the battle was still fierce.

The elite of Youqiao Group and a group of experts wanted to obey the orders, but they did not dare to stop. The enemy who robbed the prison would not listen to Mi Cangkong's orders, and would die if they stopped.

The players on both sides were even more furious, and they didn't care much.

No one stopped fighting for Mi Cangkong's drink.

If you advance but not retreat, let’s talk about it after you fight!

However, Mi Cangkong's subsequent actions attracted the attention of the audience.

He jumped off his horse, held his stick to the sky, shook his arms, and danced nine stick flowers.

The dancing stick whistled.

Suddenly, the flowing wind and the fog that had not completely dissipated around seemed to have sucked into his stick wind.

His stick is extremely long, more than meter long.

The more you get, the sharper the stick, like a living and uncontrollable thing, making all kinds of sharp sounds in his hands, like a lion's roar, a tiger's roar, a wolf's howl, and an eagle.

The stick also twisted, twitched, and bounced continuously, like a dragon, but the dragon danced in the hands of Master Mi; like a snake, but the snake was controlled in Mi Cangqiong's palm.

Mi Cangkong's dance stick was like a giant, and everyone was disgraced.

He took two steps forward in a row, and the sudden strong wind blew, which shocked everyone's clothes in the entire battle.

In this moment, the heroes, masters and players present all felt a special and unprecedented feeling, which was a "furious" feeling.

The evil is as irresistible as "death", irresistible, irresistible, incomparable, incomparable, as if the heart is firmly clenched by invisible force.

Feng Yifei could see clearly that Mi Cangkong's white eyebrows turned pale at this moment, like the whiskers of corn.

His pupils also turned into bright blue colors, just like fragments of cloisonné flower drawings on porcelain cups that broke into his eyes.

But it is extremely captivating.

Is this a sign before he takes action?

The most strange thing is that all kinds of strange skills and methods make the body change, and they all push them to the peak state. Some strange skills can make people feel rejuvenated.

Mi Cangkong was not the case. He seemed to have become a little older, and wrinkles appeared on his face, which was originally a childish face and a crane's hair.

But how could such a white-haired old man, who had not decided to attack whom he would hit his head with such a long stick in his hand, make the thousands of people in the audience feel that death is approaching?

The whole audience was all robbed of the "evil" aura brought by Mi Cangqiong's stick towards the sky.

But there are exceptions.

Zhang San's father's face became even more solemn. He stopped for a while, and then he made great strides forward with great firmness.

Feng Yifei was in love with the aura of the dead. The murderous intent came to his body, and then disappeared like smoke and clouds, under the surging aura of the dead.

Fang Ying looked on his fair face, two red spots appeared on his fair face, which looked like drunkenness and the patient's face when he had a high fever, but his forehead was dark gold, and even his eyes, eye lines, and smile lines seemed to have a light golden liquid surging in his skin.

He seemed to be obsessed with the sight of the stick towards the sky, and was stunned.

But it was also very excited.

The fiery fingers that he had a petal-like slim stirred slightly.

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

Mi Cangkong jumped up like lightning flashes, and the person was still in the air, and the long sticks held in his hands were already stirring up by the sharp wind.

A whistle.

The root tip is facing the sky, as if he wants to absorb all the spiritual energy and killing power in the sky, so he is willing to smash this stick.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and everyone's movements seemed to slow down, only the extremely powerful and magnificent stick was smashed down.

In order to stop the enemy from fighting for victory, this stick will of course hit the head of the dragons.

This time, many masters and good ones came to the robbery.

But there was only one leader who could catch his eye, the leader of "Tianji", Zhang San's father, even Feng Yifei could not catch his eye.

He Mi Cangqiong is a person who once fought against Yan Kuangtu.

The wind is flying, but it is just a junior.

Zhang San’s father’s momentum has also reached its peak.

He has led the "Tianji" for decades, defending justice everywhere, leading the way for the civilians, and often assassinated corrupt officials, local tyrants and evil gentry, which has shocked the world.

He succeeded and failed.

They are really the kind of people who have experienced strong winds and waves, instead of just saying "I have strong winds and waves, I haven't seen them before." However, they are just so-called winds and so-called waves in a small circle, with a small tea cup and a small amount of tea leaves.

Although he is old, his martial arts are not delayed for a moment.

Facing the attack of the enemy, Zhang San's figure floated out extremely quickly, and it was hard to tell whether it was a residual image or a real one.

It was like being swept away by the whistling strong wind.

At the same time, he used his God's finger to clamp his thumb through the gap between the third finger and the ring finger, and counterattacked with fierce finger force!

The force condensed on the stick that Mi Cangkong smashed, as if it wanted to block the space.

But he didn't expect that all his fingers fell into the empty space, and suddenly it was blown away by the sharp wind, and it was empty.

Not only empty, but also evil.

With a stick in the head, it follows like a shadow.

Just like thunder and thunder, the wind and rain, the surroundings are extremely quiet, like the flowing wind, the sounds everywhere are all pulled away by the sticks.

Can't avoid it, can't avoid it.

Have to stop!

Zhang San's father had to lift his punch and use the "Fengshen Finger" to fight against this extremely sharp stick.

The finger shadow spread across the sky, but the force was no longer released, and it turned into extremely restrained and condensed. The fist suddenly bloomed, and the five fingers bounced like blooming petals, and quickly bounced the stick with their fingertips, pushing and pushing.

The immense power carried on the long stick seemed to be completely offset, disappeared, and transformed.

Mi Cangqiong danced like crazy and slammed the sticks one by one, and the sticks were hitting the sky, from top to bottom, and it smashed hard and fell.

In the blink of an eye, eleven sticks were hit.

If it weren't for the strong wind condensed by the stick heads, everyone present could only see a dark shadow, dancing like a dragon in the clouds and smoke, covering the clouds and the sun.

Zhang San's father was still urging his head to resist, but his body was sinking step by step, and blood was spraying from his mouth, which was no longer reaching his thighs.

The surrounding ground was cracked heavily and suddenly flipped, and countless deep gullies appeared.

Suddenly, Mi Cangqiong roared a long roar, and the sunlight seemed to be cut into many slices by the wind of the stick.

The space seems to be torn apart by the strong wind.

Zhang San's father was already shaking. If he hadn't sank into the ground, he would have fallen long ago.

Not only did the mouth, nose, ears, corners of eyes, pores all over the body, blood mist sprayed out, the whole person was dyed blood red, and the blood in his mouth was surging like a spring, and it could not stop it.

The strong wind is stirring, and no one can take a step forward.

No one can tell that Zhang San's father could not defeat Mi Cangkong at all. He was in danger in just a few breaths and could no longer stop the stick he was hit by.

The panic sounds surged.
Chapter completed!