Roulette World

"Little Wawa, how old are you?"

Ye Pingsu was above the sky, his body was shaking constantly, but he asked with a grin.

Looking at Mi Zhao, the front teeth of the famous and powerful Sioux were missing. Not only would it not make people feel cordial and kind, but it was nauseating.

But I feel nauseous in my heart. First, this old man's status is here. He seeks not to be afraid or not to be afraid, but at least he respects it. The second is that he doesn't feel that his mouth can play a role when fighting, especially when he is very likely to be born and die.

With the strength and time to speak, it is better to think about how to deal with the next battle.

Seeing Mi Zhao not talking, Ye Pingsu raised his hands, the colorful mist rising around him, and shook his head: "You little dolls are really true. Even if you fight, you need to communicate. Otherwise, how can you make the winner? Feeling hearty?"

People who talk a lot win their enjoyment, and those who don't talk win a sentence and die because of the talk, and they are also very enjoyable.

"The elderly are all preparing, so don't talk about these nonsense." After Mi Zhao finished speaking, the colored mist suddenly boiled, and the red one flew out of it all at once, and Mi Zhao's body was also there. At this moment, I entered the red mist. The next moment, a blood-red beast rushed towards Ye Pingsu with its fangs on.

The individual of the beast is very large. If the warrior below looks up, most of its field of vision will be occupied by its burning body. When it swoops down, its roar will shake the sky.

"What's the name of ten-color claws~~" Ye Pingsu muttered in a low voice. The body that was swaying suddenly stopped, and in the surrounding airspace, mysterious symbols lit up one after another.

When the number of illuminated symbols reached ten, an array appeared in the void, hovering around Ye Pingsu.

The red behemoth rushed towards his face, the formation was also radiant, and countless large and small ice thorns of varying thickness rushed out of the formation to greet him.

The red mist burst out like blood from the body of a giant beast, reflecting half of the sky in red.

Those ice thorns were also scattered and shattered, turning into icy debris in the sky, which also reflected scarlet light spots.

Mi Zhao's figure reappeared, returning to the mists of various colors, as if nothing happened, but if you look closely, there is no more red in these mists.

On Ye Pingsu's side, the halo formation just now was very weak, and the old man was fanning with his hands at this time, as if he didn't want ice chips or something to touch him.

This is not the end. After Mi Zhao reappeared, the cyan mist floated out. As soon as he raised his head, his body disappeared again. When he appeared, he appeared in the cyan mist, and the mist turned into a giant with four pairs of wings almost at the same time. The cyan raptor bumped towards Ye Pingsu.

Ye Pingsu continued to smile. The traces of his hand just now also lit up and became some symbols. These symbols combined with the previous faint formation, and a brand new formation appeared.

Facing the attacking birds of prey, the entire formation was bright, and three bright circles flew out like smoke-spitting circles, facing the opponent one by one.

The first smoke ring flew and grew, and it happened to be set on the bird of prey, and it was tightened immediately afterwards, with the intention of controlling the bird of prey, but it was only scattered in an instant.

Then came the second one, which also tightened, but the persistence time became three seconds, and the behemoth Raptor was also set in the air for three seconds.

At the end of the three seconds, the last bright circle was also placed on the bird of prey. This beast, which should be the combination of Mi Summon's body and colored smoke, screamed and exploded.

Mi recalled back to her original position, her face a little ugly.

Obviously, manipulating a fierce god-level weapon like the ten-color claw is also a test for him.

There was nothing on Ye Pingsu's side, and the array rod quickly lit in the surrounding airspace, no longer concealing the surge of energy.

"You want to exert the greatest power of the ten-color claws, but have you considered what your body can withstand?" Ye Pingsu kept moving and said at the same time.

"The power of ten-color claws in close combat is also very powerful. Ten negative states are hard to defend against. I am facing the old man of the Sioux. You have a great chance of winning, but you chose to be more direct but also It has been many years since you have been at the peak to consume greater manifestation power, but you still want to use ten times of manifestation power completely, right? Is it because the old man's reputation is frightened?"

Mi Zhao said with a cold face, and replied, "Didn't you also succeed in setting up the formation through the skill of speaking? I am going to rush over stupidly, waiting to be tortured to death by your most famous sky-bound formation. ?"

"Although I use the Appearance Saint to be a bit laborious, I can use it up anyway, but I don't know if you can follow it."

"Old man, you are indeed the one who is least afraid of close combat by the Sioux, but it does not mean that you are the best at fighting among the entire universe. Your name is very big, but the number of times you have been known and presumed to be an imaginary enemy At most, it just so happens that when the Ten Color Claws are facing Wuwang in battle, the simulation results are one of the best Martyr Grade!"

Following the voice, the third giant golden sculpture appeared, and a giant palm fell from the sky.

The formations around Ye Pingsu were floating, and metal doors with delicate patterns flew out of the formations, and they kept hitting the giant palms. One broken was the second, followed by the third and the fourth. Fan, a few seconds later, dozens of fans collided with the giant palm at the same time, which directly caused the giant palm to fail to fall, and the two sides stood in a stalemate in the air.

After a few seconds again, the giant palm and the sculpture behind it broke apart, and the formation returned to calm.

"Three times, continue." Ye Pingsu waved the battle of the fierce **** level in his hand, and large tracts of formation runes were scattered around, making the base of the formation more compact and enlarged.

"Continue." Mi Zhao was also fierce, regardless of the increasingly ugly face and the pain of crushing internal organs, and started the fourth manifestation of the saint.

This time, what appeared in people's eyes was a huge blue blade that pierced the dome. When it cut down, it merged with the sky.

However, Ye Pingsu's response was somewhat different from the previous tit-for-tat. He used the formation method to conjure a huge clamp to clamp the huge blade.

Both sides disappeared after a stalemate again.

The fifth time came one after another, a mountain was pressed down, and a lotus sitting platform below responded. Then it was the sixth time, a dragon shadow appeared, and a huge cloth bag underneath responded.

After all the energy dissipated, the two sides fell into a short pause. There were blood beads flowing out of Mizhao's ears, and Ye Pingsu, the pinnacle of the Su nationality, had a little finger twisted.

Mi Zhao let out a sigh of relief slowly. He knew that since he hadn't dealt with the opponent of the Su Clan before, he could only watch the last four Manifestations.

He raised his ten-colored claws and pulled the remaining four-colored mist to front of him.

The time has come to desperately.