Zhang Xuan slowed down for a few seconds and replied to Bai Chi: "If you remove the word "feeling" and it's just that your mind is not normal."

Zhao Ji, wearing sexy pink beach pants, appeared above the battlefield, which seemed particularly strange. The moment the heroic spirit appeared behind him was even more strange! No! What Zhao Ji had should not be called a heroic spirit! After all, Rolls-Royce had no spirits! The one formed behind Zhao Ji was a huge Rolls-Royce, thirty meters long and gold-plated wheels!

Chu Lan, who was on the fortress wall, looked here narrowly and murmured with surprise: "It's not simple, it's not simple! He awakened the spirit with his bloodline and influenced the spirit with his own thoughts, causing it to lose its body. This kind of person has not appeared in many years. He usually controls the spirit slowly cater to the heroic spirit and reaches a higher level of tacit understanding, but he erased the consciousness of the heroic spirit and possessed everything about the heroic spirit."

Chu Lan's heart was full of appreciation.

On the battlefield, King Wu was also a little confused because of the huge Rolls-Royce that appeared behind Zhao Ji. The most important thing is that King Wu, as a person in the heart of the earth, had never seen such a vehicle.

"Fantasy, die!"

King Wu roared, and he bullied himself, and the heroic spirit behind him was the same.

Facing King Wu's orthodox attack method, Zhao Ji held the cigarette and then walked towards the huge spiritual Rolls-Royce behind him. He gracefully opened the car door and jumped into the cab. Then, Rolls-Royce made a motor roar, and was driven by Zhao Ji and hit King Wu.

One is a human figure and the other is driving. The battle has become such a strange style, as if there is where Zhao Ji is, everything becomes wrong.

"This is the eldest brother, I'll kneel first!"

Bai Chi looked serious.

Quan Dingding looked at her eyes lit up, she didn't know what she was thinking, and water was already flowing out of her mouth.

Zhang Xuan could see at a glance that Quan Dingding was thinking about something, and slapped Quan Dingding on the back of the head, "Fatty, the chicken legs condensed with spiritual energy cannot be eaten!"

Quan Dingding wiped the corner of his mouth with regret.

During the process of Zhang Xuan's speech, the two people on the battlefield had already passed several moves with each other.

King Wu brought the heroic spirit, opened and closed the door, and used various attack moves.

Zhao Ji had only one move and drove around.

When King Wu's attack methods touched the vehicle driven by Zhao Ji, they were immediately bounced away. A few of them could not bounce away, and Zhao Ji himself felt like he was going to kill King Wu directly.

"Damn, I'll have a bottle of wine, I'm even more powerful!"

Zhao Ji shouted.

When did King Wu see someone fighting like this? He felt incapable of dealing with it for a moment.

"Come on, let me show you my ejection start [new     ]. The power of w12 makes you tremble!"

Zhao Ji looked excited, with a scattered spirit on his body. The wheels of the Rolls-Royce kept rotating, causing waves of air to fluctuate in the air. Seeing the Rolls-Royce body shaking violently, it rushed out suddenly. At this moment, the speed of the Rolls-Royce driven by Zhao Ji was infinitely close to the speed of sound.

King Wu couldn't even see the phantom, and only felt an extremely powerful impact coming from his body, and he was knocked away.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhao Ji's arrogant laughter rang out, "Come on, little brother, jump for a while?"

King Wu only felt extremely frustrated. Even if he met someone stronger than him, King Wu would have a way to fight. But now, when encountering such a product, King Wu felt powerful and had nowhere to use it.

Zhao Ji stepped on the accelerator again, but this attack changed. The little golden man at the front of Zhao Ji's car appeared slowly. Then, the little golden man actually left the car body.

With a huge body of thirty meters, the little golden man was almost the size of an ordinary human. He held a short golden blade in his hand. When the car started, the little golden man also picked up the short blade and rushed towards King Wu.

All the spiritual attacks of King Wu were easily avoided by the Little Golden Man. The Little Golden Man was very fast, and the short blade in his hand was extremely sharp. Even the air was cut open by the short blade in the Little Golden Man's hand.

On the fortress wall, Chu Lan's eyes were narrowing, suddenly widening: "This is his heroic spirit! This person! He is following the Yuan Ling method! How is it possible! How can such a person exist? That family should have disappeared long ago, and the whole family was slaughtered, without descendants! How is this possible!"

Chu Lan began to become a little out of control.

Zhang Xuan's attention also fell on the little golden man. With his strength, he could clearly feel that the oppressive force transmitted from the little golden man was no less than his seventy-meter battle spirit! "Pretending to be a ghost!"

King Wu roared, and the golden flames on his body ignited again, and the surging aura was overwhelming towards Zhao Ji. Even if there was only a little bit of this surging aura, it would be impossible to be good if the powerful god-making powerhouse was touched.

Faced with this vast aura, the little golden man just waved his hand and slashed it lightly. It seemed to be ordinary, but directly separated the aura, and the power of the slash did not disappear at all, and he headed straight for King Wu.

King Wu condensed spiritual energy in front of him, but the spiritual energy was completely dispersed as soon as it condensed.

King Wu's eyes widened, and a muffled groan, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He was injured, and was injured under the invisible attack of the Jin man.

At the same time, Zhao Ji drove in.

"Yo Roar!"

After Zhao Ji screamed strangely, he knocked King Wu away with a loud noise.

This is crushing. Zhao Ji's strength completely crushed King Wu! King Wu flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, and blood spurted in the air.

"Tsk, what's the only one in Wu Wang Mansion? I dare not offend me?

What if you offend you?

Weak chicken.”

Zhao Ji walked out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth, looking proud, "Hey, I'm really distressed. You can make the world surrender with your face, but you have to rely on your strength. Who makes this club such a pragmatic person?"

Zhang Xuan and Quan Dingding have long been tired of hearing Zhao Ji's shameless remarks.

On the wall of the main city fortress, Old King Wu flew up. He flew over the King Wu who flew backwards. He just glanced at it, but didn't even care. He even bit two words out of his mouth, "Waste!"

The word "waste" was clearly introduced into King Wu's ears. The one on King Wu's face was just ashamed.

Old King Wu looked at Zhao Ji in the air, "You seem to look down on my King Wu's Mansion?"

"No, no, no."

Zhao Ji stretched out a finger and shook it, "You have turned it into two words, and the question must be turned into a positive sentence. I just look down on you!"

"Very good, I like a arrogant person like you."

Lao Wu King seemed to be smiling, "I prefer to see people like you, who look desperate when they die!"
Chapter completed!