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When they arrived nearby, Zuo Hanfeng asked Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong to hide respectively, waiting for the opportunity to attack from the side, while he flew up into the air, his eyes were full of green light, and he suddenly grabbed down with his right hand.
He is known as the Blue-Eyed Flying Dragon, and he naturally has the blood of a divine dragon. When he makes a move, the scales on the back of his hand protrude, shimmering blue, and the five strands of energy are like extensions of his claws, piercing the sky and clawing towards the merchant's yard.
The severe cold is coming, snowflakes are flying, and the trees are withered one by one, and the emerald green turns to yellow, chasing the flowing water. Even the evergreen pines and cypresses have condensed a layer of ice, as if they were made of ice, showing every detail, dreamy and charming.
The entire Renxingshang Yard seemed to have been moved to the far north, with the walls and bricks glowing with a faint blue light, like a palace of ice and snow.
The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and countless people were shivering from the cold. Those with the weakest bodies had already fallen to the ground. If Zuo Hanfeng hadn't concentrated its power, the surrounding area would have become a silent and lifeless world of ice and snow.
Seeing that the five energies were about to seize the house, golden energy suddenly bloomed inside, and a fist the size of a sand bowl shattered the roof, solidifying the surrounding area and hitting the cold light.
The sun rises in the east, the ice and snow melt, turn into rain, and pour down.
When Zuo Hanfeng saw that it was Du Huai who was injured, he felt happy and tried his best to stop guarding against him from sneaking up on him.
At this moment, a majestic voice came through the sky, as if it resounded in his soul.
Sounds like this have long been engraved in his blood, and they are the objects of his devout worship and yearning.
This is the sound of the dragon's roar, the dragon's roar is vast
The majesty from the true dragon was full of absolute suppression of the lower ones, making Zuo Hanfeng tremble all over. For a moment, he was unable to control the power of his bloodline. He almost had the urge to prostrate himself on the ground, but he could only stabilize his body with great reluctance. He didn't fall, but even if his soul is not as good as those who practice the Ancestral Aperture Breakthrough between the Eyebrows, he still has the strength of an outdoor scene. He would not be as sluggish as Jiang Hengchuan back then, and it would be difficult to even react.
But the enemy he faces now is an existence of the same level. He is the ninth-grade earth-level king of the world.
Du Huaishang was like a god descending from the sky, wrapped in golden light, shaking off the cold air, leaping up and punching from afar.
This punch seemed to unite some kind of legal principle in the world, and the nearby light condensed on it, making it like a day, dazzling and hot. Melting away the severe cold, it goes straight into the heart of Zuo Hanfeng.
Buzzing, a weapon like a dragon's claw protruded in front of Zuo Hanfeng. It was blue in color and shone with a strange light. With a slight wave, layers of ice condensed on it.
Baobing automatically protects the Lord
The big sun penetrated the ice walls and melted a big hole in the middle of them, but Zuo Hanfeng was not without the power of action. He pushed out with his left palm, overwhelming the mountains and seas. The wind and snow swirled, blocking the way of the bright sun.
The wind dispersed and the snow disappeared, but the cold wind on the left showed a slightly bad condition. Du Huai was so injured that he was not merciful. He uttered a soothing sound and punched out his fists alternately, like a day of rain, with sparks flying and golden melt.
However, with the help of precious soldiers, Zuo Hanfeng was not at all disturbed and defended tightly. At the same time. He circulates the blood and replenishes the soul. Excluding the influence of Langhuan's Twelve Divine Voices.
When Zuo Hanfeng took action, Yin Lenghui and Zhou Yong took action.
Yin Lenghui was like a ghost. He jumped into the courtyard as if his feet were not touching the ground, but as soon as he passed the courtyard wall, he saw a long sword coming towards him. With the obvious power of being blessed by heaven, his witchcraft skills suddenly felt suppressed, as if the heaven and earth were coming. Rejecting oneself, making it difficult to borrow strength
He waved out his left hand, and his sleeve came off, revealing his inner arm, an extremely terrifying arm.
It is made up of baby heads connected in series, and the mouth of each head is filled with black air, malice, coldness, and ice.
Yin Lenghui actually forged his left arm into a strange whip, swung it out, stirred up the airflow, and brought out the cry of resentment that went straight into his soul.
Dark fires were burning nearby. They did not burn inanimate objects. The walls were intact and the weeds were withered.
A bright golden spot stood out between Zhao Heng's eyebrows, and a dark yellow light hung down, revealing a feeling of sincerity, guarding the soul and resisting the baby's cry.
The long sword struck the bone whip, which was destined to be carried by heaven to destroy the evil spirits. It wiped out all the black energy in one stroke. However, Yin Lenghui showed the trick of the whip technique, and the whip wrapped around it, as if he wanted to seize the sword directly.
At this moment, a purple galaxy surged in from the side, with stars dotted and bright and clear, shrouding Yin Lenghui in the center.
The galaxy rotates rapidly, and Yin Lenghui's position turns into a whirlpool. No matter how tyrannical he is, it seems that he will be minced into meat paste.
Suddenly, Zhao Heng clenched his fist with his left hand and punched it to the side. The air flow behind him condensed and turned into a real dragon, with bright yellow flowing around his body, revealing his nobility.
With one punch, the air dragon flew forward, the earth shook, and the walls collapsed.
Poof, his left fist was defeated, and a black shadow appeared.
This black figure has two sleeves without a trace. The left arm is made of baby skulls, and the right hand is completely devoid of flesh and blood, with only a layer of shriveled skin. It looks like Yin Lenghui is Yin Lenghui trapped in the purple galaxy.
The purple galaxy dissipated, and something fell to the ground, and it turned out to be a wooden stake
The art of witchcraft is truly magical.
Zhao Heng was about to attack again when his expression suddenly changed. Without thinking, he swung the long sword in his right hand and cut off his left arm at shoulder level, causing blood to spurt out.
His left arm had just landed on the ground, and the skin was strangely bulging, and there was a sizzling sound inside that made people's teeth grind. Then out came insects that shook their heads and swayed their tails, like centipedes and long snakes, but as small as fingers, shining with colorful colors. .
Zhao Heng retreated hastily, tapping his acupuncture points to seal the blood. With a stroke of his long sword, his energy broke through and the fire ignited, burning the insects into ashes.
However, Yin Lenghui did not take the opportunity to attack him and was entangled by Qi Zhengyan holding a sword.
Zi Xinghe was strong and soft at the same time, turning around as he wished. The blue ice and snow froze his bones, and the cold air struck him from afar, and he was unable to break through for a while.
Pah-pah-pah-pah, similar sounds kept coming from the purple galaxy that Qi Zhengyan was protecting. It was the sound of the Gu insects being crushed and broken. They could not pass through this layer of defense.
Zhao Heng restrained his carelessness, used the emperor's sword skills, and cooperated with Qi Zhengyan, acting as each other's horns, to firmly restrain Yin Lenghui.
Zhou Yong, a man with closed eyes, glanced at Du Huaishang in mid-air, took out an object from his left finger ring, hid it in his palm in case of emergency, and then attacked from the other direction.
With the interference of the battle outside, he could no longer clearly sense the situation in the small courtyard. He could only vaguely judge the approximate location, so he went straight towards the girl in green who was trying to surround Yin Lenghui and the man whose body was burning with flames.
As soon as his figure emerged, Meng Qi turned around. An object was thrown directly from his hand, shining with golden light. Like a long snake.
He never thought that the other party could easily turn the rope when he ran towards Yin Lenghui at high speed. He seemed to have been prepared for it, which made his judgment wrong.
This rope is divided into an unknown number of sections, and each section seems to have a talisman on it.
Just when Zhou Yong reacted, he was firmly held by it. The talisman stood out, flowing and changing, locking his soul and energy. He can't even bite his tongue and commit suicide
Secret Treasure Dealing with the Secret Treasure in the Exterior Scene Zhou Yong's closed eyes were opened, but the inside was no longer as deep as the void, or as bloody as the sea of blood, but was filled with inexplicable emotions of disbelief and shock.
They actually wasted the secret treasure like this
Shouldn't it be used to deal with Zuo Hanfeng
He felt that with a strong man like Zuo Hanfeng standing in front of him, the enemy would give priority to him no matter what. Who would have known that there would be secret treasures coming towards him, and there seemed to be so many of them that he could waste them at will.
He struggled hard, but there was nothing he could do under the immortal rope and the ordinary exterior scene. In his eagerness, the more he moved, the tighter he was tied.
At this time, a sword light reflected in his pupils. Pure and condensed, with a strong sense of death, it makes people shudder.
Finished
I am unwilling
He was full of aggrievedness. He hadn't used any of his methods yet, so he was about to use the sword like this.
If I had known, I would have thrown away my secret treasure from the beginning
The sword light hit the center of his eyebrows, crushing his soul. Zhou Yong, who was bound by the immortal rope, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered under Jiang Zhiwei's sword, without any resistance.
At this moment, an evil and bloody aura rose from the depths of Zhou Yong Yuanshen. It crossed the void and attracted a majestic force
The light is so far away. Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei both smelled the pungent smell of blood, and their souls seemed to be soaked in the blood. Paralysis, coldness, shivering
We can't let him come. Only this thought emerged in Meng Qi's mind. He didn't care about exposing his identity. He took out the Heaven's Injury with his right hand, slashing and beating Zhou Yong.
We must destroy Zhou Yong and cut off the contact before the other party comes.
Dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and roaring sounds cleared away the evil spirits on the ground.
The long knife fell high, like thunder falling from the sky, showing the five sensations of speed, slowness, weakness, weight, and intensity.
boom
The thunderbolts merged and turned into green thunder as thick as a bucket.
Boom, boom, boom
Five green thunders came down one after another, guided the long sword, and struck Zhou Yong hard.
Because of the effect of the Immortal Binding Rope, neither Zhou Yong's true energy nor Yuan Shen could cooperate to descend. At this time, the majestic force could not tear open the void here.
boom
The long knife directly split Zhou Yong into two pieces, and the lightning surged and engulfed him.
Qing Lei is as strong as Yang, and is the nemesis of evil in the world. The evil and bloody aura struggled for a while and was defeated sadly.
The majestic force lost contact and was suddenly lost in the void, slowly dissipating.
A cold snort echoed into nothingness.
Meng Qi gasped for air, stretched out his left hand, and took a photo of the items left in the lightning.
This is a cracked mustard seed ring and a simple mirror. It is divided into yin and yang from front to back, which contains the power of life and death.
Meng Qi, a replica of the Yin-Yang Mirror, suddenly had an enlightenment and felt fear in his heart.
If Zhou Yong uses a yin-yang mirror to see each other, at least one of his friends will die, and we don’t know if the yin-yang mirror can save him.
He and Jiang Zhiwei exchanged glances, and both saw the sadness in the other's eyes. Zhou Yong had been practicing hard for many years, but because of an imitation rope for binding immortals, he was unable to kill himself by any means. If it were the two of them, I'm afraid it will end in the same way.
The secret treasure is terrifying and reincarnation is dangerous
Meng Qi suddenly remembered the story of becoming a god. Even if a master of Dharmakaya or above loses his treasure, he will be chased by disciples whose realm is far inferior to his own and run away in embarrassment.
Fortunately, fortunately, my Xuan Gong can resist the existence of treasures. Yang Jian and Yang Erlang are really a role model for our generation.
At this time, Zuo Hanfeng got rid of the influence of Long Yin Cangmang and happened to see Zhou Yong die.
His eyes turned cold, his breath grew slowly but seemingly endlessly, and his clothes burst, revealing his skin covered with strange patterns.
They emitted bursts of light, which seemed to be something extraordinary.
The feeling of coldness was strong, and a layer of ice formed on the surface of Du Huaishang's body, which finally dissipated.
There are still two or three days left before we are done, but it is enough to kill you. Zuo Hanfeng said coldly.