354 Reborn opponents

At this moment, the eyes of all the people of the Sirius Dome gathered on the body of the fog.

The sound of the broadcast stopped.

The cheers of the audience stopped.

The sound of the night between Thursili and the sand palace stopped.

Even the tremor of the energy of the sword of the evil spirit and the black stove sword stopped.

Only the stars on the fog are oscillating the air, making the air sound like a strong wind.

In this case, the strong star power actually caused a surplus reaction of all-in-one, so that the Wanxuang disordered and set off a strong wind.

There was no hesitation in the square to step on the ground, flashing out, avoiding the incoming wind, and pulling away.

The star power that rose up in the sky began to slowly retract, retracting the body of the fog.

The wind began to dissipate.

The pressure began to spread.

So the fog gradually stood up, raised his hands, looked at his palm, as if it felt very incredible, slightly clenched up.

What seemed to confirm, the fog was silent for half-sounding, then raised its eyes, looked toward the square, and asked softly, “Why?”

What this question is directed at, there is no need to explain at all.

What is the question of anything other than that of the Fang Li that unblocks the seal on his body?

Although I don't know how Fangli did it, he can be sure that Fang Li lifted the seal on his body.

Therefore, the fog fight naturally has this doubt.

After all, Fangli and the fog fight is not good, before this, even did not meet.

If so, why did you help yourself lift the seal?

That’s what the fog wants to know.

More important than how to unblock the seal.

In this regard, Fang Li only smiled and was full of unconcerned openings.

"You have nothing to do while I'm idle."

“Is it... is it?”The fog couldn't help but laugh bitterly, and said, "Even so, I have to thank you, it really helped me a lot."

"No thanks."Fang Li pointed his uncle far away from the fog and replied: "When I win the championship from your hand, you will not want to thank me."

"Even if that were true, I would thank you."The fog said seriously: "You helped me, this is the truth, no matter what, I will be grateful to you."

"But with surrender and surrender as a thank you, I think you don't want to see it?"The fog said, "So I'll do my best to meet you."

With that said, the fog began to slowly step out.

In his hand, the black-furnace magic sword was held in a very natural position, which actually has a light weight.

"Hangdou ..." sand palace yarn night seems to understand what has changed in the body of the fog, can not help but feel some relief.

"Brother, be careful."Thursili was even more heavy, and it was clear that she felt the threat from the foggy fighting at this moment.

Even in the middle of it, it can be clearly noticed.

Although there is no change on the surface, the star power that is often uncontrollable as the erupting volcano has become as mild as flowing water in the body of the fog, and it is flowing smoothly.

Fang Li knew that the fog was really reborn.

If we say that the ordinary state of the sky fog glue is only the level in the star-guided museum school ranking, untying the first phase of sealing the sky fog bucket is the first level of the sequence, and Fangli, Cesili and Zhao Hufeng and the like exist in Bo Zhong, then, now the foggy fight, only afraid that there are few opponents in the whole city of learning war.

That is change.

Only fear that the current foggy fighting, even for Sylveya and Wu Xiaohui, it can be quite the same?

“Very good...” Fang laughed.

“It doesn’t make sense to say that...”

The strong star power suddenly surged out of its own body, allowing the blue spark-like debris to begin to wander.

“The—”

In the hands of the square, the pure white star-like armed suddenly flashed white light, and the body gradually became smaller, and eventually became a dagger.

The next moment, the foot in the square suddenly stamped on the ground, and the whole body was surging out.

In the face of the full open fog, the square can no longer leave his hand.

The evil of turning into a dagger was quietly moved, tearing the air directly apart, and the sharp sound of the broken wind caused the atmosphere to be disturbed.

“The Shine-SkŻta!”

The dagger was tightly held in the square, and the whole person turned into a flash, like a falcon bird snatching from the low altitude, and surging forward.

The speed is incomparable.

A cold light was in the eye.

The fog raised his head, and the footsteps were steeply stepped forward, and the strange side of the body flashed to the side.

“Hear—”

In the sound of the sharp wind, the sharp dagger with the cold, pressed the chest of the fog and flew by.

Obviously, the speed is much slower than the square, but the fog is still easy to avoid the flashing hit.

In his hand, the black sword was lifted up.

"The first wave of the fog-sting sword art--unscrupulous bees!"

The dark sword suddenly, like a bright moon, first drew a rounded trajectory, and then it was like the tail needle of a venom bee, suddenly bursting and protruding to the front.

That spike is almost to an extreme, absolutely not under the occult of square.

“The chord—”

The crisp choke sounded.

The black-robed sword that stabbed eventually fell heavily on the pure white dagger, stabbed the tiny sword body, and rubbed out the spark.

However, the hand in the square is a slight hemp, by a powerful force to shock the feet on the ground, back to a dozen steps.

Not only the speed, but the power has gone up.

No, not up, but the action of the fog is completely restored.

As Cesili and Zhao Hufeng said before, the action of the sealed fog fight has a strange and difficult feeling.

Now, the seal is fully open, just like the heavy chain that is tortured on the body has finally been untied, and the gears that have not been able to find fit have been smoothly biting, and the power and action of the fog embroidery have become smooth, which is naturally the result.

Therefore, when the square is still retreating, the fog is moving, and the electric stone rushes out and rushes in the direction of the square.

"The mist and mingli sword art - a thousand mouths away!"

Fang Li only felt that there was a flower in front of him, the sky fog and affixed, and the black-furnace sword in his hand was suddenly cut, like a bright light, cutting in the direction of the direction.

The attack was faster than before.

He raised his dagger and stood in front of him.

“The thomy—”

In the ringing of the bell, in the cracked spark, the square was hit and flew out.