Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

these two people who live and die are the same, to the little devil, they are the same, because he can’t stop them.

I don’t want to stop it either. Divine Immortal can’t control the fight and is not qualified to control it.

Who can stop, no one can stop.

Who can stop the young warrior from going to death?

No one!

An He said, not at all, it is impossible to prevent it.

Fujun curled his eyebrows, with ice and snow between his eyebrows, “Suddenly it was like this.”

An He: “It’s not a sudden.”

Prolonged confrontation and conflict will break out completely, everyone wants to kill the other party, irreconcilable, too annoying.

Ning Shu has completely turned into a bloody man, bloody, blood is drained from every pore, and his clothes are rendered into scarlet, with blood on his face.

Blood drops rolled down from the cheeks like sweat.

The meridian in the body is torn apart, and the conflicting power in the body is continuously impacting, causing some damage. The surging power needs a breakthrough mouth, just vent it out.

My uncle’s face was covered with black stripes, blood-red eyes, and there was no human appearance, only indifference and killing intent. The fights made both sides injured, but they would not stop.

Ning Shu is the target that the uncle must punish, especially since he seems to have lost consciousness now, then it must be a sword to kill.

Ning Shu not only wants to keep himself alive, but also to kill his uncle. In this case, whoever stops will die.

More and more races gathered, standing in a safe position to watch the battle, no one rushed in or dared to rush in.

The sky of whip shadow and sword shadow collide with a huge formidable power, raging and annihilating everything, the fool will rush up.

An He looked towards a direction, and over there, there was a strong blood-reeking qi floating over, seeing the broad banner, the solemnity and murderousness of the army from a distance.

This feeling is too familiar. The army is here.

In addition to their organization, there are other armies in the void.

Such a neat and tidy team?

An He squinted his eyes and looked at the approaching team. Too many races gathered, no matter what the purpose of these races gathering, it would be very detrimental to them now.

The organization is too far away.

An He has already issued orders to the army officers below to gather more teams to avoid anything happening.

At least you must successfully bring the uncle back.

At this time, An He deeply knows how important it is to have a main system. When encountering this kind of thing, Sang Liang will deploy personnel, and the powerful people in the organization will come to the battle.

Now that Sang Liang doesn’t know his life or death, he can only mobilize people from the military side. As for the task force, there are some faction leaders who cannot mobilize at all.

Can’t figure out what is in Sang Liang’s mind?

Is the situation of the uncle so bad? Do you need him to use his death to open a way for the uncle?

As the number of gatherings increases, their number is very small, helpless and pitiful.

Maybe he may also be folded here and can’t go back.

If Uncle Tai wins and grabs what he needs, then it is good to say that if he loses, the price is really too great.

Is he looking forward to Taishu’s victory or is he looking forward to Ning Shu’s victory, he is kind to them and let them go?

An He feels ashamed and despicable for his inner thoughts, despicable for the weak.

With a huge team next to it, it seems that their team is weak and helpless and pitiful.

The races in these teams are all different, but they coexist peacefully under the rule of one person.

An He looked at the man in the ancient robe. Wan Jun stood tall from it, standing on the highest point, and he could be seen as soon as he looked up.

The majestic and majestic is full of domineering aura, looks like a great Yazi, the strength is not weak.

Otherwise, how could so many different races belong to him?

Where did this come from?

An He is really helpless, this girl seems to have played with his uncle.

So what does it mean to appear now?

Want to take advantage of the clam and the fisherman’s fight, the fisherman catches both?

Too difficult, really too difficult…

An He feels very stressed, but can’t do anything. He can only watch the situation become more and more serious. The more complicated.

What’s so special, isn’t it okay to live well?

Li Wen stood on top of the war chariot, flicked his sleeves, looked up at the battle, couldn’t help laughing, “What about Interesting?”

An He rolled his eyes, hehe in his heart.

At the end, Ning Shu dared not care at all, had no chance to observe the surrounding situation, and didn’t know that there are many people watching.

Peerless martial arts provided her with continuously power, but it didn’t seem to cause any harm to her uncle.

Ning Shu suppresses inner irritability. The more you are at this time, the less irritable you will be. The more you must calm down, you must not make mistakes. Any mistake is the price of life.

Even if it is procrastinating, the uncle can’t delay her. Now, how much energy can Law Hai provide for the uncle, certainly not much.

Just keep dragging on like this, she will be able to drag the uncle to death. If the uncle is anxious to end the battle, there will be mistakes, and then he will be killed.

Now the uncle is not only covered with black lines on his face, but also lines on the back of his hands. These lines are full of uncertainty, like a curse engraved all over his body.

As long as it drags on, the external force plus the internal destructive power can turn the tide of the battle.

Ning Shu stabilized her mood, her situation was very bad, and the enemy’s situation was the same.

Black’s sword has a one after another swimming pattern. The black glow on the sword peels off every inch, revealing the sharp sword body, which is sharp and dazzling, as if the seal has been lifted.

The sword is amazing. The killing intent and coercion are like Mount Tai. Ning Shu’s heart is choked. Under the stimulation of this pressure, the forces in the meridian have become more and more surging and surging.

Fighting intent proudly, heartbeat thunderous!

Despite everything, pay all to kill the enemy on the opposite side.

The law of calmness, the sea does not have a ripple, sticky, quiet, like stagnant water.

There are busy taskers around, and ants are generally busy building their nests.

A ray of wind blows across the sea of ​​law, and there are ripples. The ripples are not noticeable, but the ripples become bigger and bigger, setting off one after another waves.

When there is no wind, the waves are getting bigger and bigger, and the calm sea raises the monstrous black waves, bringing out a strong smell of decay.

“Run.” The taskers were stunned at the sudden eruption of the sea of ​​law, and the thick black waves could smash the soul.

People who were as weak as ants immediately fled all around, and they might be swallowed by the sea of ​​law if they ran slowly.

The Sea of ​​Law roared and neighed, like a The old man shouted and struggled with his last strength.

The power of surging roar is not something these taskers can resist.