Ding!
The jet-black whip hit the knife light under almost impossible circumstances, and the tail end of the whip touched the blade, and they separated in an instant, just like a dragonfly touching the water. The knife light exploded, shattered into thousands of pieces, and shot in all directions at a speed that was hard to see.
Puff puff…
The black-faced god looked in disbelief at the blood hole that emerged from his body, like a sieve, his body still rushed forward for more than ten steps before he fell limply to the ground, his eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace. He really couldn't accept this result. With his current strength, even if he was injured, he could fight a fourth-level monster with more than a dozen moves, but he was not reconciled to killing him with one move for a mere Taoist boy.
Hundreds of Pingan soldiers who rushed up also died together. The blood holes in their bodies were caused by fragments of knives.
Dao Tong didn't even look at the black-faced god, the whip suddenly straightened, turned into a spear, and hit the hammer.
Peng!
The voice was extremely dull, and the air waves spread, and everyone felt oppressed and extremely uncomfortable. Tong Xiaoxiao, who was directly facing him, was struck by lightning, and the Hunyuan Hammer flew out of his hand, his tiger's mouth was dripping with blood, his upper body was numb, and he had no consciousness at all. His rich combat experience made him retreat immediately, but just as the thought arose, his heart sank. He lowered his head and saw a black whip like a snake coming out of his body with lightning. The flow of blood disappeared like a tide.
In the blink of an eye, the two mainstays of the Ping An team died, but Dao Tong seemed to have done a trivial thing, opened his mouth and blew, the breath turned into a small sword, and knocked the arrow into the air.
Daotong jumped off the carriage suddenly and stepped forward. There are so many whips and ever-changing whips that people can't tell which one is real and which one is fake. The first unlucky one is the mushroom. He took the risk to attack and hit an empty one. Dao Tong passed by him, and the whip turned into a peerless sword, cutting off his head like cutting fruit. Then came Shi Niu and Huang Niu. It wasn't that they rushed too fast, but Dao Tong just rushed in their direction.
Nie Pohu shot arrows continuously, but none of them could stop Daotong from killing people. One had his head cut off, and the other had his heart pierced. Nie Pohu's tiger eyes almost burst into flames, he was rarely so angry.
"People below the gold level retreat!" Tang Dingdong's face was full of anger. She was more angry than anyone else. She almost brought out the Ping An soldiers by herself. Hundreds of them were hung up at once, and her heart was bleeding. But she knows that the enemy is powerful, and she is not acting on her own will at this moment
time, you must remain calm.
Tang Dingdong's order was frightened in time, but Daotong's speed was too fast. The three of them joined forces, including Faceless, Luotuo Xiangzi and Xu Banxian, but he dodged all of them with wonderful steps, killing more than a dozen silver peaks in a row The master was surrounded again.
"Get out of the way!" The heavy footsteps sounded like a drum, and the fat dragon who had arrived late was still running. With two slaps, a blast of air turned into a column of shock and shot out.
In an instant, the earth collapsed, the void twisted, and a storm appeared out of thin air.
Faceless, Luotuo Xiangzi, Xu Banxian, Tang Dingdong and others had already avoided the fat dragon when they saw it. They all knew that the fat dragon's power was enormous and boundless. The point was that they couldn't control it well. Beware of accidental injury. But Daotong didn't know. With Daotong's speed, if he wanted to avoid it, it was still unknown whether Feilong could hit him.
However, when Daotong saw Feilong make a move, he was not afraid. But in the next second, his expression changed. What was he facing? Level 6 Warcraft? Or a seventh-level monster
He never thought that a person's strength could be so great that he could not resist at all, just like a mayfly shaking a tree, the straight whip bends in an instant, and the power that cannot be vented is transmitted. The whip is a soft object. Not conducive to the transmission of power. When the insignificant power was transmitted to Dao Tong, he didn't know how much was left, even so, it was not something he could resist.
Both arms were broken, and people flew out.
The cold light suddenly appeared, like a flying fairy from the sky, and like lightning piercing through the sky, it was so fast, when the light from the corner of the eye caught the light of the knife, the dagger had already touched the skin and wiped towards the throat. Lu Yan, who had been waiting for a long time, finally made a move and was killed with one blow.
When everyone thought that Dao Tong was doomed, a sudden change occurred.
boom—
The carriage exploded, and the broken Duanmu, cloth, and bead curtains shot in all directions, with terrifying energy. Xu Banxian, Faceless, and Luotuo Xiangzi who rushed up saw this, their expressions changed drastically, and they retreated like an electric shock.
A slightly old and skinny hand appeared, grabbing the dagger abruptly, clamping it between the index finger and middle finger, without any warning. With just these two fingers, there is no fear of the sharpness of the platinum weapon.
Lu Yan has never left behind in her moves, she goes forward relentlessly, and the outcome is determined by her moves. It was strong enough to pierce a silver-level shield, but such power was easily blocked by two fingers, and she exhausted all her strength
Even the volume can't shake a bit.
The two fingers are like steel hoops, welding the dagger tightly.
A chill rose from Lu Yan's heart. She, who had always believed that a dagger was life, had the idea of giving up the dagger for the first time, but before she could take action, she saw a face, a terrifying and unforgettable face. .
The left side is bright red like blood, full and plump, while the right side is dry and black, like a dropped eggplant, or cracked bark, evenly distributed with the bridge of the nose as the middle line. Seeing such a face in vain reminds people of heaven and hell instantly. This face smiled at Lu Yan.
The face on the left smiles like a neighbor's grandfather, friendly and kind, while the face on the right is gloomy and cold. The two completely different auras are opposed and merged, and Lu Yan's mind is thumped, and she is at a loss.
After that, Lu Yan didn't know what happened. When she woke up again, she was kicked out of "World of Warcraft". She was weak and uncomfortable. She felt like this and died.
"Go to hell!" Seeing Lu Yan being punched through the chest, Fei Long was furious, punched the air, and blasted at the Blood Clothes Sect's Venerable Kurong. When normal people see this face, they are either afraid or lost. Unlike Lu Yan and Fat Dragon, he is born simple and has no such concepts in his mind. The Kurong Dafa that Venerable Kurong practiced penance had no effect on Feilong.
Xu Banxian, Faceless, Luotuo Xiangzi and even Nie Pohu, who was farthest away, were all affected and couldn't make a move immediately. Only Fat Dragon knew nothing about it and punched lightning.
Venerable Kurong knew the meaning of the punch when he received the punch, but he changed his moves very quickly, from blocking to defusing, it took only an instant, and he retreated with the trend, from back to back, and the transition was extremely smooth.
Venerable Ku Rong retreated by himself, but he forgot the Dao boy who was driving the car. The fist wind blew past the Dao boy, and the Dao boy's body exploded, before he could even make a scream, most of the broken meat fell into the huge pit that exploded.
The Blood Clothes Sect has always been selfish. Whether Venerable Kurong forgot about Dao Tong or just wanted to prevent himself from being in danger, only he knows. However, Dao Tong was killed, and he didn't look good.
"You all should go to hell!" Venerable Kurong's voice was without any emotion, and spread throughout the wilderness, making everyone feel cold all over. The masters who were several kilometers away could not help but feel tense when they heard the voice, their hairs stood on end, secretly shocked by the horror of Venerable Ku Rong, the sound alone could win people's minds, I really don't know how terrible his attack would be.