Chapter 879

With the release of Zhao Wuji's real body of Wu Hun and the body of immovable Ming king, the blue silver emperor, originally entangled in Zhao Wuji's body, was directly shattered under the joint action of the real body of Wu Hun and the body of immovable Ming king!

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, where will I put my face of" not moving the king of Ming " Zhao Wuji roars, the fifth Soul Ring behind him suddenly lights up, and the majestic gravity is pressing towards Tang San from all directions.

As for the little dance, it was not affected at all.

Zhao Wuji in a rage, but also remember the promise before Tang San, try to avoid injury to the little dance.

"Hum! Zhao Wuji, the more you live, the more you go back! " Seeing the majestic gravity is about to fall on Tang San, a sudden burst of thunder like cold hum in the air.

With the sound of the cold hum, Zhao Wuji's fifth soul skill was interrupted directly, and the whole person was flying backwards. In mid air, he had already changed his appearance before.

That cold hum actually broke Zhao Wuji's real martial spirit while interrupting Zhao Wuji's fifth soul skill!

Zhao Wuji bumped into a tree and immediately spewed out a mouthful of blood. He stood up with his pale face on the trunk and said in astonishment, "master who, can you come out and have a look?"

No wonder Zhao Wuji will be like this. Zhao Wuji knows very well how terrible it is to be able to break the existence of his own martial spirit with a cold hum.

That is at least the result of the top level of soul doula, or even the title of Douro level!

No matter it is the top soul Douluo or the title Douluo, he is not a small 75 level war soul saint can match!

Zhao Wuji's voice did not fall, but the expression of the little dance became a little strange. With a little surprise on his face, he looked at the direction of the voice and said, "Sir, are you here?"

Hearing the word "Shigong", Zhao Wuji was shocked and his eyelids leaped wildly.

Previously, Li Yusong specially indicated the identity of Tang Sanhe Xiaowu on the application form, so Zhao Wuji knew exactly who the teacher of Tang Sanhe was.

"How did you get this elder out?" Zhao Wuji smiles bitterly in his heart.

At first, he only saw the amazing talent of Tang San Xiao dance, and he was a little pleased with the hunt. He wanted to try the strength of Tang San and Xiaowu. Who would have thought that such a great God would come out!

"Dare you ask, is it master Xiao Tian?" Zhao Wuji quickly adjusted his mind, looked at the direction of the voice, and said respectfully, "I dare to ask Master Xiao Tian to come out and see you."

Suddenly, there was a clear footstep in the distance, and then a young man in white, who was rich in spirit and jade, came slowly from the distance. Behind the young man, a young man in his twenties, with some formality and shock on his face, followed him respectfully.

"Shigong!" See the man in white, dance cheers, a few jump to the man in white, and then like koala hung on the white man's neck.

"Shigong, what about the gift of the little dance?" The little dance is hanging around Xiao Tian's neck and looks up at Xiao Tian with blinking eyes.

"You come down first," Xiao Tian was speechless for a while, and he didn't have a good way: "you're not too young. How can you still be so hot?"

Small dance smell speech from Xiao Tian jumped down, carrying hands in front of Xiao Tian, a pair of cut water autumn eyes blink ah blink, see Xiao Tian a burst of helpless.

With a flash of light, a pink brocade bag appears in Xiao Tian's hand, and is handed to Xiaowu by Xiao Tian.