The King of Arshu said indifferently and asked casually: "Who will go first?"

"I don't want to get close to this disgusting thing, go." Bing Jiao glanced at the other party in disgust, and then said: "When it's trying to fight quickly, the smell on its body is so smelly, and even the air is polluted."

"Damn beast, you dare to underestimate the power of the ancestor's 'Blood Soul Demon Armor', and you are destined to die!"

"Bang!" As soon as the words fell, the ancestor of the evil spirit demon armor jumped forward and took the armor king. "Good come, grandpa will play with you first!" The armor king smiled loudly and immediately met him.

"Blood Soul Explosion Fist!"

"Huh Huh Huh!" I saw the Demon Armor Ancestor shoot from left and right, and the fist wind blows hard like a storm. The Armor King intends to try the opponent's weight, and instantly plucks up all his spiritual power to defend, but he actually withstood this round of fierce attacks.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong! Pingpingdongdong!" The fist force fell on the armor-smelling king one after another, causing the fat man to stagnate and he kept retreating suddenly.

"Hey, fat man." Bing Jiao was watching the battle next to him. At this time, he asked leisurely: "Is it okay? If you want to ask me for help, just speak up, I may not agree anyway."

"Bah, this trick won't do anything to my grandfather, so just watch the fun there." Seeing it talking and making fun, the King of Arshu roared in anger: "Aowu!" Then he suddenly came over with a header.

"Bang!" The head hammer happened to hit the two fists of the Demon Armor Ancestor. Both sides immediately shook violently, and they even fought in a hurry.

"Beast, you only have this ability." At this moment, the Fierce Soul Ancestor felt that his strength was almost the same as the other party, so he shouted arrogantly: "Look at how I torture you to death, kill me!"

"Lag!" In an instant, the guy shook his arms, and the minced meat attached to the surface kept squirming, forming a pair of narrow and long sickle blades, and then slashed at the Arsenal King: "Try this!"

"The trick of carving insects doesn't work for me!" The King of Armored Soul relies on his strong body and strong scales and armor. He faced it without hesitation, "Bang bang bang bang! Dang dang dang dang!" The blood-armored sickle blade fell on its body one after another, cutting the stars out of the sky.

But King Jiaxiu didn't even snorted, then said, "Baby, you have only such ability? It disappointed grandpa too much!"

But the Fierce Soul Ancestor sneered: "Silly, don't be proud, you should feel the different fears that will come next!"

"What?!" The King of Arsenal was not concerned at all when he heard this, but when he wanted to rush over and continue to teach the other party, he suddenly felt his body sinking, "Crack!" He said it quickly, and soon, Arsenalal was stopped urgently, with a solemn expression on his face, and was inconsistency.

Seeing this, Bingjiao immediately asked: "Hey, what's wrong?"

"This guy's sickle blade slash... is strange!" The King of Armored Sou suddenly understood a little, and it screamed: "When it slashed me, it must have used some vicious secret force. It has invaded my body and started to cause internal injuries!"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you are quite delicate."

The Demon Armor Ancestor laughed wildly at this moment, "The 'Evil Soul Armor Breaking Power' released by my pair of sickle blades is specifically used to deal with guys like you with thick skin and flesh. They will leave you running around in your body, constantly tormenting your dark power. Until you die, this power will not disappear!"

"Shameless macaque, dare to plot against your grandfather, damn it!"

The King of Armor was furious, his teeth were chewing, and he was about to rush. The old magic armor said with a joke: "I advise you not to move around. There is a problem with this hidden force. The faster you move, the faster the blood flows in your body, and the faster it will attack."

"So that's the case." Hearing this, Bing Jiao shouted: "Hey, fat man, you are too careless and you were actually in a plot. Why would you ask me for help?"

"Fuck, this is my battle, don't even think about meddling in other people's business!" King Axiu shouted arrogantly: "Go away, I want to show you, I don't care about this little injury at all! Uh ah ah--"

As soon as this said, it roared wildly with its eyes shaking, and stood up swaying. Although it looked a little trembling, it still seemed to be fierce.

"Miscellaneous evil souls, your grandfather is fine now. He has the guts to come and die!"

Hearing the roar of the Armor King, the vicious soul ancestor couldn't help but startle a cold war. It thought to himself: "If it were a normal guy who was hit by my secret force, he would have been wailing and unable to get up at this moment, and he would even feel pain alive. But this guy could stand up again, what a ferocious beast!"

"No, you must solve it as soon as possible, and it will change later!" After making up his mind, the Fierce Soul Ancestor smirked and waved his sickle blade and flew over and took action: "Do you die!"

"Finally come!" Suddenly, the King of Arshu, who seemed to be enduring pain and barely stood up, changed into a confident expression: "I performed for a long time just for this moment!"

"Boom!" When he said it, it was almost time for the time. The Armor King King suddenly appeared in a fierce fire, and suddenly swept across the area within a few feet, turning into a huge fire circle to surround the Armor King and the Fierce Soul Ancestor.

"Wait!" The flames soared, burning the surrounding air twisted and deformed, trembling constantly. The ancestor was shocked. At this time, he wanted to escape, but the King of Arsiao smiled and said, "I want to leave? It's over. As long as the fire is not extinguished, you just invisible soul body will not escape!"

"You, are you okay?" Seeing the other party's breathtaking and majestic appearance, the Fierce Soul Ancestor screamed: "Impossible, you have already hit my hidden force and fell to the ground seriously injured. How could it be unscathed?"

"Silly thing, it was just your grandfather pretending to be deliberately. How about it? Does it look like the real one?" Hearing the words of the King of Arshu, Bing Jiao said, "It's not like it at all. Master Jiao saw the flaw in an instant. You are very artificial and your performance is too stiff. Do you know?"

"Don't talk to each other."

The King of Arsenal glanced at the other party with anger, and then sneered at the Fierce Soul Ancestor: "To be honest, the moment your soul-condensed dark energy entered my grandfather's body, I felt that there was a lot of fire spirit energy in our body to protect us. With just one breath, the dark energy could be turned into nothing."

"Damn it, I was fooled from the beginning!" Now, the ancestor of the Fierce Soul finally understood that the other party was just playing with himself, in order to lead it closer and then trap it with a circle of fireworks.

At this moment, this guy knew that he could not escape death, and he was like a hysterical mad dog, barking at the King of Arshu: "Heavenly killed me, it's not so easy for you to kill me. Even if I want to die, I won't let you live a good life. At worst, we will die together!"

"Bang!" Before the other party could continue to say further, the Arshu King slapped the fierce soul ancestor's body with a fierce blow.
Chapter completed!