After a fist for a second, Jiang Yuan also did not die or died, he put his eyes on the body.

After all, the strength of which is good, for him, is still a little threat.

Being watched by Jiang Yuan, who suddenly felt that the hair of his whole body was about to stand up.

And Yang Peng is a brother for thousands of years, his strength to Yang, naturally is clear, know that Yang Peng is definitely more powerful than himself.

But now, even more powerful than his own two Lang gods have been given a second by Jiang Yuan, where will he be Jiang Yuan's opponent?

For a moment, he felt the pressure of the mountain.

Although there is pressure, there is no idea to back down.

On the contrary, seeing that his second brother, who had been together for thousands of years, was even punched by Jiang Yuan and unknown, and his chest was full of anger.

"Damn, I'll hurt my brother, I'll fight with you."

Looking at the unknown, he cried out a cry.

There was an endless fasting on his face.

Don't look at his cute appearance, in fact, since the birth, he is a real little killer star.

In the thousands of years in heaven, he cultivates his self-cultivation, and the temper of it is hard to press down, and now he has finally completely erupted.

Under the rush of killing, he did not care about the gap between himself and Jiang Yuan, and desperately urged the power to kill Jiang Yuan.

Seeing how hard to work with himself, Jiang Yuan did not choose to change his injuries as he had just done.

Fear of madness, fear of madness.

Like a powerful existence like Nezhu, Jiang Yuan also chose to retreat.

Of course, he is not really afraid of who, but does not want to do indifferent consumption.

A drumbeat, then decay, three and exhausted, as long as he avoids the sharp edge of the desperate, he is not enough to worry about.

Thinking so, Jiang Yuan's figure, surrounded by the constant flashing of which, near and far, tempts to attack.

It must be said that although the strength of which is a little worse than that of Yang Ying, in the face of Jiang Yuan, it is more dominant than Yang.

Because his three heads and six arms are divine, there is no dead end at all, no matter which direction Jiang Yuan appears in, he can see Jiang Yuan in the first time and react.

This makes Jiang Yuan's surprising speed advantage, not so big for ordinary people.

Unfortunately, although Nezhu has the advantage of three heads and six arms, it does not have much effect in front of the extreme speed of Jiang Yuan.

In that sentence, no more powerful attack, can not hit people, is always futile.

The situation on the field explains this well.

Under the desperate, each attack is fierce, enough to kill a second-generation zombie.

However, the speed of Jiang Yuan, every time can easily avoid the attack.

No matter how he attacked him, he could not hurt him.

So many rounds of attacks, the attack can not be more and more weak, the momentum is not so strong before.

I can feel the change in my body, Jiang Yuan laughs.

“Oh, it’s already my turn.”

Just when the long-term attack on Jiang Yuan can not, and when there is a moment of rest, Jiang Yuan, who has been dodging, finally no longer hides, and suddenly rushed to the past.

“Fall me down!”

The ginger that appeared in front of the hustle, as before, smashed the past.

When he noticed the attack of Jiang Yuan, his face changed.

Then his little face showed a sharp look.

"If I hurt my brother, even if I die, I will bite a piece of meat from you."

Seeing Jiang Yuan began to attack, who was fighting a hundred battles, coupled with the experience of fighting with Jiang Yuan, knew that in the face of the terrible speed of Jiang Yuan, the more he diddged, the worse the situation would be, and he would fall directly into passivity.

Realizing the generation of who, suddenly launched a fierce.

Like Jiang Yuan before, in the face of the attack, he did not retreat.

"It's not just you who's the zombies can play."

The heart roared, and the weapons on the six arms fell on the line with Jiang Yuan.

The thump...

There was a loud noise, and then I saw the body and flew straight out.

"If you want to change your wounds with me, at least you can attack faster than me, and the attack can fall on me."

Looking at the figure that flew out, Jiang Yuan blew his fist and said faintly.

Just now, when he wanted to learn Jiang Yuan to change his wounds, Jiang Yuan's fist suddenly accelerated.

When the attack did not fall on him, his fist had already hit.

Under the terrible power of Jiang Yuan, he flew out on the spot.

As for the latter attack, of course, it was half-way.

The one who flew out didn’t look as bad as Yang.

After all, unlike Yang Ping is the real flesh and blood, which is the lotus incarnation, naturally there is no blood to vomit.

But in fact, the situation is worse than Yang.

You know, Yang Zhen is in the full state of ginger Yuan's punch, his body, more than you, and made a little defense at the last moment.

In contrast, the same punch, who is worse, naturally at a glance.

Just when Jiang Yuan punched him to fly, he only saw Yang Peng, who had been bombarded by Jiang Yuan before, and struggled to stand up.

“Brothers.”

Looking at the falling leaves that seemed to fall with the wind, Yang Ying 睚呚呲 呲呚呼呚呚��ing and roared.

Then he saw that he ignored his own injuries, broke out with a powerful force, rushed to which he, and took the body to hold it in his arms.

“Brother, what are you doing, don’t scare your brother.”

Looking at the little white face in his arms, Yang rong panicked, his eyes were almost red.

"Brother, you're fine."

Seeing Yang Ying, Nezha was not sad because of his own injury, but showed a smiley face.

He thought that Yang Ying had been less fierce, so he would have a desperate idea.

But now it seems that Yang's situation is not as bad as he thought.

Naturally, he was pleased.

However, he smiled so much that his face suddenly showed a painful expression.

Jiang Yuan's full-thing punch, for him, is not so good.

A little bit of movement, it feels like the whole body is scattered.

Nezhu could feel that under Jiang Yuan's fist, his lotus body, if not because of the function of breaking the silk joint, I am afraid it has been fragmented.

Seeing his own injuries, he had a anxious look on his face.

He was in a hurry, not for himself.

"Brother, go away, I'll help you stop him, this garlic is no longer you I can stop, stay here, will be dead."

He tried his best to push Yang Qian, wanted to stand up again, and then fight Jiang Yuan.

At this time, he was even more worried about Yang Peng's safety and wanted to bet on his life and create an opportunity for Yang Zhen to escape.

"No, I will never leave you, our brothers, live and die together, and die together!"

Yang hugged him tightly and interrupted his action.

On the side of Jiang Yuan, looking at the deep picture of their brothers, although his heart was touched, he still said coldly: "I will not let you go, which of you have gone again?"