I have a passive skill.

But in mid-air, Ah Jie, who was imprisoned by the dragon head, could not escape the confinement no matter how hard he struggled.

……

"damn it……"

Xu Xiaoshou sacrificed a high-strength, compressed "Song of Fire and Fire" before it even had time to take shape. Seeing this scene, my heart was about to break.

"Mama!"

"Mama!"

A Jie is clearly not calling for help, but struggling loudly.

But at this moment, in Xu Xiaoshou's ears, it was a sign that his child was being bullied.

"Death to Laozi!"

Couldn't help but step up to the sky, Xu Xiaoshou, who held high the ice and fire energy to compress the light spot, tried his best to control the energy balance of the light spot to keep it from blowing up.

On the other side, four swords pierced fiercely between the dark dragon heads.

"Ow!"

The dragon's head shook violently.

The storyteller's eyes moved.

What did he see?

The invincible blue-light Nether Dragon Head was directly dyed black by the black lines?

He couldn't see Xu Xiaoshou in the disappearing state.

But from the current scene, it is not difficult to see that Xu Xiaoshou has already made a move!

Still use four swords to shoot!

"Confinement!"

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, there is no second word.

The storyteller directly narrowed the range of spatial confinement, locking the distance of tens of feet in a radius to a distance of tens of feet near the head of the Nether Dragon.

"One step to the sky!"

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to get away after finishing his vote, but found that it was useless.

The "disappearance technique" certainly has a penetrating property.

But the confinement of the storyteller is not entirely the control within the scope of space.

He used another way of exile, directly abandoning a certain space from the way of heaven.

This caused Xu Xiaoshou to be exiled in the space, as if he had been manipulated by a storyteller before... The sky is big, the earth is big, there is nowhere to go!

"Dozens of feet..."

"To tens of feet..."

"Further to a few feet, a few feet..."

Turning his mind, Xu Xiaoshou instantly understood what the storyteller was thinking.

Every time I move, the opponent can compress a wave of range.

And the number of movements is too high, when the exiled space shrinks to only a few feet or a few feet...

"The vanishing technique will be ineffective indirectly!"

Xu Xiaoshou, who understood everything, felt a storm in his heart.

Absolutely!

The combat awareness of this perverted man in the red dress is simply amazing!

Can't see.

So I used the technique of space compression, and when I was imprisoned so that I could only move in a small space...

Is it important to see it or not?

The turtle is in the urn.

When to close the net, just a thought!

"Damn, I encountered a stubble..."

Xu Xiaoshou's heart felt cold.

He felt that the god of death was waving to him.

When did the storyteller lose the desire to play and play, does it mean that he is already on the verge of death?

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Chapter 572 Ah Jie, Take the Sword!

"Mama..."

"Be grateful, passive value, +1."

Although Ah Jie couldn't see where Ma Ma was, he felt that Ma Ma was saving him.

And this moment.

The head of the Nether Dragon, titled Ah Jie, was also demonized by the four swords, and gradually lost control.

After a few roars, the confinement was released.

Ah Jie was freed.

But the black fierce energy had already passed to Ah Jie's body when the two bodies were connected.

"Harmful!"

Xu Xiaoshou woke up suddenly when he saw Ah Jie who was covered in magic patterns.

The emotion of fear has not had time to rise.

"This is……"

I saw that A Jie seemed to absorb the breath of being demonized by the sacrificed sculpture at that time, and directly absorbed the power of the fierce demon with four swords into his body.

"Swallow?"

Xu Xiaoshou was really shocked.

This seems to be the first non-ancient sword cultivator, but can not be affected by the existence of the four swords?

"scoff~"

As if he had had enough food and drink, Ah Jie's chest was slightly swollen.

In the next second, a khaki-yellow breath emerged from the soles of his feet.

"Void power?"

The storyteller was frightened on the spot.

At this moment, he even directly dismissed Wen Ming's existence.

A Vigil who was at the peak of Dao Slashing and survived nine deaths from thunder and one calamity would be fine if he mastered the power of Taixu.

How come such a puppet of heaven, who doesn't even have the consciousness of fighting in the second realm, has the power of emptiness?

"As far as I am concerned, I am not worthy of the book?"

……

"it is good!"

When Xu Xiaoshou saw the khaki aura, he almost jumped three feet high in surprise.

It was so!

It turns out that Ah Jie's Taixu power can only be squeezed out like milking when he is full and has strength?

Well, at the time of the City Lord's Mansion.

It relied on following itself all the way before, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth continuously, and absorbing the energy generated after it exploded into a berserk giant.

The vain power that was only exerted by accumulating continuously?

"This is easy to do!"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart was instantly settled.

Isn't it easy to maintain this power of emptiness?

"Ma Ma?"

In the dark, Ah Jie felt the disappearing Ma Ma calling him.

It turned its head.

Out of nowhere in the void, a black light burst out.

"A Jie, take the sword!"

The voice in the disappearing state obviously couldn't be transmitted, but Ah Jie raised his hand subconsciously.

"despair."

There are four swords, which fall firmly into his grasp.

With a snort, the fierce power burst out instantly.

But in the next second, he was completely absorbed into the body by Ah Jie.

The khaki-yellow Taixu power protruding from the feet is growing and growing at a speed that is appreciable to the naked eye!

"This……"

The storyteller not far away was stunned.

A secret puppet, plus four swords?

"Suspected, passive value, +1."

"Mama..."

Ah Jie only felt that when he grasped the fierce sword, a steady stream of power emerged from his body.

It waved back subconsciously.

"boom!"

The space several miles away behind the storyteller collapsed immediately.

Following that, a black aura slowly seeped out of the void along the way.

"This speed..."

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

With just such a wave, he couldn't even catch the disappearance of the sword energy.

A few miles away, it has already exploded?

"wrong!"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that this space should be exiled by the storyteller.

That is to say, the power of the four swords under Ah Jie's control is enough to break through this restraint?

"Good job!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help applauding in his heart.

But in the next second, his expression froze.

The storyteller, who was also a little dazed, suddenly burst into a blood stream on his left shoulder, and then his entire arm broke, and the blood dripped down.

"Hurt?"

At this moment, even the storyteller himself showed disbelief, and slowly lowered his eyebrows to look.