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Chapter 1155 of 1891

Chapter 1155: Yiqidao League Beishan Demon Race

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In the human area and the border of Beishan, the Yiqidao League confronted the

powerful demon kings of Beishan.

It lasted for two days. At present, both sides are not dead. Both of them are

big guys. They are all measured and ruthless.

"Fatty Fei, don't you make a move? Beishan 72nd hole second Xi Kang Jinlong is

about to make a move." Heijian Zhang Family Patriarch whispered.

Fatty Fei refers to Fei steward of the royal family.

Steward Fei seems to be full of greasy stomach, like a pregnancy in October,

with greasy head and big ears and squinting eyes. The royal family of this

generation can be called the Yiqi Dao League, and he has most of the credit.

"Ho ho, don't worry, Beishan Demon King wants to capture us alive."

The Patriarch of the Xiao family sneered: "It seems that this negotiation

cannot be successful. We were sniped as soon as we came to Beishan. Obviously,

Beishan has been prepared for a long time. There are big problems in this."

"Hoho, that's not clear." Butler Fei seemed to smile, his double chin and

plump face trembled.

"It's a pity that the Eastern Patriarch does not care about the Yiqi Dao

League and falls into the semi-hidden world. Otherwise, we will be relaxed. I

will extinguish the demon and the fire, and we will not be afraid when facing

the Beishan Demon Emperor." Patriarch Xiao frowned.

"Kang Jinlong made a move!"

Kang Jinlong, as the second place in the 72nd hole, is comparable to the

three-legged Jinjijiye, the master of Maori Cave. In addition, he has the

blood of the dragon family and is powerful in combat.

Kang Jinlong wore reckless gold-scaled armor and held a dragon spear made of

800 years of cold iron. When he appeared on the stage, he came with the color

of a king. The black cloud struck, and his own light was golden and soaring,

making many monsters bow their heads and awe. , The wind raged around like a

dragon python, and the sand was rolling.

"Yiqidao League! You are wild in the hinterland of Beishan! Today we must have

a result!"

The top leaders of the Yiqidao League frowned. When did they pass in the

hinterland of Beishan?

"Kang Jinlong, what are you talking about! I was stopped by you when I came to

Beishan!" Heijian Zhang Family Master said sharply.

"No need to say more! You humans' cunning, I have taught you! Fight!" Kang

Jinlong said, the golden afterimage was heavy, and he immediately rushed to

the black sword Zhang family lord, and the dragon spear carried the mighty

power and rushed to the thunder. The sound of the masterpiece, the sonic boom

again and again.

Roar!

"Then fight!" The Zhang Family Master looked like a sharp sword, and the black

sword in his hand was like a dragon's teeth and claws. It was cut horizontally

and twisted like a void, colliding with the power of the dragon spear.

The sound of the guide bow single detonating exploded, deafening! The

surrounding ground is baptized!

Steward Fei squinted, checking the situation in the audience, and couldn't

help but think of the genius in the clan.

"Young Master and Dongfang's Heavenly Dao Palace Xiao Tian still have several

family children to experience, is it possible to come to Beishan?"

Roar!

At this time, the head of the Thirty-Six Mountains in Beishan began to

retreat.

The appearance of the Star Retreat is like a human woman, noble and beautiful,

and the blue jade rod in his hand is tempered and polished by the 900-year

deep sea mysterious jade, which contains extraordinary power.

In the boundless earth, Xiao Xiao's intention was suddenly cleared, only to

hear the sound of the immortal fault in the sky, echoing in the hearts of

countless people and demons.

"Momentum, deprivation!"

All of a sudden, the complexion of many monks in the Yiqi Dao League changed

drastically, their accumulated aura completely dissipated, and the demon

against the enemy suddenly became stalwart, bringing a terrible impact to the

soul.

"Yiqidao League monk, retreat!" Steward Fei shouted, holding a three-foot

silver sword. Although he was fat, he was as fast as thunder and rushed to the

front in the blink of an eye.

"Although the old man is old, he can still slash a few swords."

"Protect the star owner!"