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Wang Zhande raised his hand and threw it straight at the ten colors, and shouted:

"Wind Breaking Palm – Wind Dance Dragon Form!"

Chi chi chi chi chi!

The golden light of the Ten Colors Left Hand double goose spreading rod swept past the formless wind, unexpectedly producing a burst of ear-piercing sounds!

The double goose spreading rod on her right hand secretly swept forward, but halfway through, it was actually blocked by the Flood Dragon that Wang Zhande sent out afterwards. The golden light constantly danced, but it seemed to dance chaotically in the wind, with no effect at all.

"Retreat!"

Wang Zhande retreated half a step and steadied his horse. With his palms intersecting with each other, he pushed forward fiercely and coldly shouted!

As his voice faded, his right hand fiercely pushed out toward the flood dragon's shape.

A thick and powerful fighting strength gushed out, forming a wind wall. It roared as it forced the ten colors to retreat, and it gave off the feeling of a level five thousand battle force condensing into a defensive form!

From this, it could be seen how solid Wang Zhande's basic techniques were.

"F * ck!"

Ten Colors was forced to retreat about twenty feet before he landed heavily on the ground to stabilize himself. There was a spittle on his mouth as he cursed.

Wang Zhande casually flipped again, using the energy in his hands to completely disperse the dragon's form, and the dried up branches and ruined leaves once again shot towards the Ten Colors Sparrow Hawk.

"F * ck your grandpa!"

The ten colors became even angrier! The double goose spreading rod in his hand quickly danced in a ball of golden light, and his body revealed a faintly discernible golden light!

Even so, the wind still blew away the leaves, drowning her in it!

The leaves were glittering with gold and overflowing with light. It was truly a beautiful scene to behold. With a flash of golden light, the leaves and branches were all torn apart and fell to the ground in a dejected manner.

"Shua shua shua shua shua!"

After a long time, the leaves could no longer be seen around him. The ten-colored hands were still waving frantically, and the double goose spreading rod had turned into two golden fans!

The Ten Colors were all leaves and dust. Although she was not damaged in the slightest, her image was no longer ruined …

"Powerful weapon."

Wang Zhande retracted his aura, and quietly stared at the other party, shaking his head, he spat out some words.

However, his words had an impulse to go up against a wall. The other party's weapon could not beat him, and the two of them were fighting for a hundred star matches. What did that mean?

However, what he said was the truth.

But if the other party did not have a good weapon, then she would have suffered greatly if he had taken her by surprise. Wang Zhande was very confident in his combat ability.

In front of her, the ten people stood there in a sorry state. Their eyes were filled with hatred, but they did not dare to come up and fight again.

Although she was sturdy, she did not have a brain. Otherwise, she would have been eaten by beasts in Magic Beast Forest.

Seeing that the situation was reversed, the pervert carrying the crescent boring took a few steps forward, waved the crescent boring around, and then heavily stood on the ground. A hole half a foot deep was poked out from the middle of the tree roots that were intertwined on the ground!

Glaring coldly at Wang Zhande, Wu Shuang said coldly.

"A very strong battle skills, let me fight with you!"

"Taking turns?"

Behind Wang Zhande, a man who was a little younger than him, raised an iron trident in his hands, and pointed at the food as he shouted.

"Why, can't you wait? Brothers, it's been a long time since we've met such an unsightly tough bone. "

The man-eating crescent boring came out from the ground and took two steps forward. The crescent boring was covered with a layer of yellow color, and it looked extremely thick!

Hearing his words, ten more people appeared from the forest and surrounded Wang Zhande's group of five.

The mercenaries were all at least twenty-three years old, and adding the people from before, they had a very imposing manner, as if they had completely suppressed Wang Zhande's group.

Wang Zhande cautiously stepped forward to block the man behind him, and at the same time reprimanded:

"Zhan Xiang, don't be reckless.

It's just a mere Color-Killing Mercenaries. No matter what kind of battle you use, just use it. "You dare to take my daughter away, you are waiting for me to flatten you!"

Seeing that the other party was about to get into position, Wang Zhande slightly squatted with both of his hands, then fiercely clapped.

Wang Zhande shouted in a low voice:

"Wind Splitting Palm — Sweep the World!"

"Hualala!"

A wild wind swept out from his body after his cry sounded. It became increasingly fierce. The wind carried a faint flame aura that was somewhat hot.

In the blink of an eye, as Wang Zhande continued to unleash his battle prowess, Feng Shen Huo borrowed the power of fire and wind to instantly sweep a 30 meter radius around the five of them!

Wherever the strong gale passed, the ground was clean, revealing the fertile rotting soil. Broken tree roots intertwined with each other like snakes! Those who had gathered outside retreated as well, the encirclement growing to a size of twenty to thirty Zhang in an instant. Everyone below the level of warriors was terrified!

"Humph!" If more people come, I'll give you a palm each! "

Wang Zhande stood up straight, the pressure on his body was completely released. All the warriors within thirty meters of him felt suffocated, their blood rushing to their heads, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.

"Hmph, it's nothing. Just us people are enough.

Third and fourth, one at a time! "Once you're done here, hurry up and do something."

A cold voice suddenly came from behind the crowd. Before the shout could fall, a sturdy man carrying a wolf tooth lance walked over and heavily stepped on the ground. Every step he took seemed to cause the ground to tremble.

He walked out from the crowd. He was limping and there were a few scars on his face, but he could still recognize that it was Color-Killing Mercenaries's Vice Captain.

Lust.

"You caught my nephew and daughter in a hurry to do something; if you're dead, that's it."

Seeing the mercenaries surrounding them, Yang Linghui held his [Copper Rank dragon-grain mace], and steadily stood beside Wang Zhande.

His voice was like a bell, the words he spoke were like a judgement, causing the hearts of those who heard it to tremble.

"Humph, just a mere Three Star Wars and your tone is not small at all."

Another person walked out from behind the perverted man. He was tall and sturdy, with a golden gourd in his hand, and his cold and arrogant voice was like the sound of drums.

When he appeared, the people of Color-Killing Mercenaries immediately felt a sense of reverence. The hand holding the weapon couldn't help but tighten, as if it was going to tremble.

He looked like a ferocious tiger, full of killing intent …

"If you don't hand over my uncles and daughters, are you talking big or are you talking small? Then let's see who's really under them!"

Yang Linghui's pupils shrank, and a heroic spirit rushed up his chest. He turned his head to look at Wang Zhande and the others, and said with a deep voice.

"Brother-in-law, Sheng Ze, you two be careful, find a chance to retreat first."

The wind blew from Wang Zhande's body, his head full of black hair was raised, and he was in high spirits as he laughed heartily, and said:

"No need, I, Wang Zhande have never been afraid of anyone!

Ten years old and fighting a tiger at the age of fifteen. Traveling in the Magic Beast Mountain Range for so many years, he was lucky to be safe.

He had been the clan leader for more than ten years, and it had been a long time since he had a chance to show off his skills.

Today, I'll give it a try. Am I getting old, making you stronger than me? Today, you have to protect me instead.

Why don't we give it a try and see who wins first? "

Yang Shengze, the young man who had always been silent, suddenly said in a muffled voice: "Your uncle counts to me as well. Leave the one who has one hand to me."

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like rolling thunder. It was so loud that it deafened everyone. One could tell how strong his aura was!

Wang Zhande's face changed. Just as he was about to say something, Yang Linghui laughed heartily:

"Good, you are ambitious!"

How could I, the niece of the Yang Family, allow others to bully me as they please!

Let's not talk about Color-Killing Mercenaries today, even I will kill you! "

As he spoke, his body began to emit a chilling aura, which became increasingly cold and murderous! He looked at the other party coldly, but there was a hidden meaning in his words. He was not afraid in the slightest!

The aura of the man in front of him was much stronger than his, but it was clearly not a pressure of a stage; then at most, he would be a Five Stars and Hundred Fights, then he would have the strength to fight!

To challenge someone beyond his level, that was all!

The dragon-grain mace in Yang Linghui's hands pointed a finger, and his aura was actually a head higher than the other party's.

Wang Zhande's face froze for a moment, he looked at Yang Shengze and his own brothers, nodded and commanded:

"Good!" If you dare to bully my daughter, I don't care who you are!

You guys can come with me. Maybe you can live a little longer.

Zhan Rui, Zhan Xiang, be careful. "