It has nothing to do with you. The four short words respond to the loneliness and sorrow in Baili Wushuang's heart. They are obviously proud of the heavenly pride, but their realm and difference are so great...

"Ha, that's right, your luck is always so good...org" Baili Wushuang felt a little self-deprecating.

If Leng Zitian and Baili Wushuang are both prides of heaven, the only difference is that Leng Zitian is favored by God, while Baili Wushuang is the one who has been forgotten by God.

"I'm different from you." A faint tone lacked domineering spirit

He didn't see Leng Zitian's efforts, and he wouldn't know Leng Zitian's melancholy. It was not easy for them to grow to this point. The only difference between them is that one faces cold and heart, while the other faces kind and heart cold.

Therefore, Leng Zitian’s harvest today is not caused by luck, but by his cultivation.

"Is that? To me, we are the same kind of people." Baili Wushuang raised his head slightly and took a deep breath, and said calmly, which was less than Xu Wenhe than before.

The conversation between the two seems so harmonious, but it seems that every sentence hides infinite murderous intent...

Situ Mingri and Ye Feng were both worried. No one knew what the next request would be. They all knew each other, but the situation was obvious. Both of them were super strong, and they could not tell the outcome with their eyes.

Baili Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "To be honest, I don't want to be an enemy of you." "However, I can't do it."

Two sentences, it was only one second indirect. For Baili Wushuang at this time, it seemed like a long time had passed. No one knew where his unforgettable emotions came from?

However, what kind of shit theory is this?

"So, let's start." Leng Zitian's tone was cold

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Baili Wushuang retracted his thoughts, and his calm face changed to a face without any emotions, which made him feel a little dark.

He closed his eyes slightly again, and his body slowly floated up and hung in the air. He raised his hand, and his fingers began to bounce again, beating rhythmically

Leng Zitian also used his own strength, and his body slowly stood in the air. A large light appeared in the confidence of his hands. Slowly, it was gradually getting bigger and brighter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The movements around that were suppressed before were once again ready to move with the rhythm of Baili Wushuang's hands. Ye Yimu, Situ Mingri and Ye Feng on the ground could clearly feel a powerful fluctuation surrounding the circle where they were standing...

Not only that, it seems that the power this time is much stronger than before, because not only the strange noises coming from the ground, but also the sounds coming from the "brushing..." and the sounds similar to the growth of biological mutations. The sounds stretched out endlessly, the darkness was deep and sarcastic, extremely strange...

At the same time, the original light in Leng Zitian's palm also became larger, and the light gathered, forming two huge apertures around Leng Zitian's palm. The light emitted by this aperture is indeed extremely dazzling, making people unable to open their eyes to spy. Such light will not make people feel warm, but on the contrary is an extremely dangerous aura and an extremely hot temperature...
Chapter completed!