That is Wu Zong's majestic spirit, similar to Jianhong, it is the divine power beyond the limit of physical strength.
He was majestic and majestic, and every time the seemingly ordinary punches and kicks were struck, they were as powerful as a mountain torrent and avalanche. Zhu Minglang, who raised his sword to greet him, felt as if he was fighting against a majestic and terrifying natural disaster, rather than a monk.
His fist, which can collide with a sharp sword, is as hard as iron.
His arm can easily bounce off the blade, making the blade dull.
When he kicked it, it was more like a brown wild beast hitting.
Zhu Minglang took a few steps back, not really afraid of this monk, but from the other side, a few fire talismans flew over, if you don't dodge, this flame will burn people's soul directly, it will bring great pain .
Just after avoiding the underworld fire talisman, a large group of banyan bees formed a blue-black wall and fell down suddenly.
Zhu Minglang tore through the wall of banyan bees with his sword, turned his body on the spot, and slashed the blade fiercely on the ground, and saw a large flame burning hot on the sword.
The flame was blue and red, attached to the sword, but it would not disappear.
And Zhu Minglang accumulated all the strength in his body, swung the green blood sword in his hand magnificently, and saw a long blue-red flaming shadow soaring from his sword! !
"The Canglong Sword!"
Zhu Minglang's sword was dancing, and what came out of the dancing was a blazing blue dragon. I saw the flaming blue dragon soaring and coiling above Zhu Minglang's sword dance. The dragon's body was huge and lengthy, and the flames were hot and dazzling...
The bee monster army formed a terrible and strange cloud swirl, a miasma of smoke, and when Zhu Minglang swept his sword, the flaming blue dragon swung its tail in the air, and when Zhu Minglang lifted it up, the flaming blue dragon leaped and bit, and Zhu Minglang turned the sword When he was about to die, the Raging Flame Blue Dragon whirled and strangled to death!
The blue-red flaming dragon wiped out countless banyan bees and dispersed the cloud. In the end, Zhu Minglang pointed the fiery sword in his hand at Yanghua, the majestic Wuzong.
The Flame Blue Dragon flew away, and at the moment it was about to disappear, it rammed into the monk Yanghua with its flame body.
Yanghua straddled his horse and pushed his palms outwards. The brown arrogance turned into a huge ancient clock and covered the monk's body. There was a sea of flames, but this monk didn't seem to be afraid of flames at all, and the clothes on his body didn't show any signs of burning.
However, Zhu Minglang came walking on the flames, the Jade Blood Sword in his hand was still in a hot state, and the inscriptions were branded on his skin, making him seem to have a golden body of flames!
"Monk, you are still far behind. In the future, you should spend less of these fancy intestines and use them more for cultivation!" Zhu Minglang appeared in front of the monk Yanghua.
"I'll see how you can break my majestic golden bell!" Wu Monk Yanghua raised one foot, stepped wider, and stomped that foot to the ground, feeling that the ground had sunk a bit.
At the same time, the arrogance on his body became stronger, and it could be seen that the ancient clock around him became more solid!
"That's good." Zhu Minglang said.
Suddenly, Zhu Minglang drew out his sword, and the sword quickly took a picture, causing the monk Yanghua to shrink back subconsciously. When he found that Zhu Minglang's sword did not actually break his majestic golden bell, Yanghua couldn't help but float up smile.
"Shua!!!"
Another sword strike, the shadow left by the sword was deeper, right in front of the monk Yanghua, for a moment Yanghua thought that the shadow of the sword mark had pierced through his curious golden bell, sending chills down Yanghua's spine.
"Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!"
Zhu Minglang's speed suddenly became extremely fast, so fast that in the eyes of others, it seemed that seven or eight sword masters were attacking monk Yanghua at the same time.
But Zhu Minglang's sword was even faster, the shadow of the previous sword was still in the air, and his next few swords had already been stabbed out. Gradually, more and more sword shadows remained around Yanghua Jinzhong, as many as his own. The outside of the Admiralty is densely filled with black swords! ! !
In the end, Zhu Minglang's figure and sword shadow formed a penetrating line, passing in front of Yanghua, and the afterimage and sword shadow behind Zhu Minglang slowly disappeared...
"Puchi Puchi Puchi~~~~~~~~!"
The majestic golden bell disintegrated directly, and the monk Yanghua inside was more like being stabbed into the body by hundreds of swords, and pulled out at the same time!
Blood spurted wildly, from the head, from the chest, from the limbs, from the back...
Like a punctured blood bag, the mighty mighty Wuzong expert fell down slowly, and fell on the blood flower painted by his own blood!
He Qingqian was at the side, and was about to throw the poison float in his hand. Seeing this scene, his little hands trembled involuntarily.
Zhu Minglang turned around, showing a smile that made He Qingqian's hair stand on end, and said, "Do you also want to experience my stabbing technique, and make sure to avoid all the vital points."
"You monster, I admit defeat!" He Qingqian's face turned pale, and he hurriedly put away the poison talisman.
She is just a quasi-jun level talisman master, and she can't even compete with monk Yanghua head-on, let alone face Zhu Minglang's terrifying swordsmanship.
The masters are all down. It's better not to humiliate yourself for a little talisman master like her who keeps her distance and harasses her.
"Hand over the brocade box, you can go." Zhu Minglang said.
"Before I came, I handed it over to the referee with beacon smoke... oh, be careful!" He Qingqian reminded Zhu Minglang suddenly.
Zhu Minglang also sensed a hidden evil spirit coming from behind. When he turned around, he saw a ghost dragon in front of him. Catch it!
It was too late for Zhu Minglang to dodge, but fortunately he swung his sword directly.
The ghost claw is heartbroken, this is a fatal blow, the person who controls the ghost dragon just wants to wish Minglang's life!
But just when its claws were about to pierce Zhu Minglang's chest, Zhu Minglang's body suddenly shone with molten light, and these lights intertwined into a molten armor shadow, protecting Zhu Minglang's chest.
The ghost dragon's claw failed, and he wanted to run away immediately, but Zhu Minglang's heart was filled with murderous intent. He glanced in the direction of the ghost dragon, saw the royal family Zhao Chen who was also shrouded in a ghostly aura, and saw his face. Those vicious eyes!
This guy, who had been pretending to be weak before, only let the bone dragon make a move.
But when he was not paying attention, he summoned a more terrifying ghost dragon, and tried to take his life away!
Zhu Minglang will not be kind to this kind of person, even if he is a child of the royal family!
"Isn't it good to live?"
Zhu Minglang said coldly.
He slowly raised the Jade Blood Sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at the sky behind him.
With one exhalation and one inhalation, Zhu Minglang closed his eyes for a short while, and when he opened them, those pupils revealed a frightening light!