bump!
With a loud noise, Zhuo Fan’s long sword collided with the spirit soldiers of the four elders. The four spirit soldiers were all shattered and flew, but Zhuo Fan couldn’t help but puff because of the powerful impact from above. He spit out a big mouthful of red blood, even with fine internal organs in the blood.
Elder Baihe looked into the distance and felt overjoyed: "Hahaha... Is this kid unable to move in an instant? Of the three roads, he chose the fastest path to death. Is he planning to give up resistance?"
"But that's okay, this guy guesses that all his internal organs have been shattered, and he won't be able to use that sword anymore. Next, only the old man will break your dragon soul with a punch!"
The heart was ecstatic, and the eyes of the elder Baihe were filled with excitement, and the fist that had been raised high, smashed down fiercely with the strength that Nai couldn't give out.
The gurgling purple thunder kept hitting his body, but still couldn't stop his unmatched punch!
boom!
A majestic loud noise immediately resounded through Qiong Xiao, and the elder Baihe was full of evil, with a grinning smile in his eyes, looking at the trembling dragon body below, and muttered: "Now, you should be broken. Right, Heavenly Dragon Soul!"
Huh!
The black thick ink dyed the dragon's body again, the purple dragon was only a moment's effort, and it was completely black, with a wailing, and a long roar!
"Ha ha ha... So that's it, the Demon Dragon King who turned into a resistance at the critical moment dissipated most of the strength of the old man?" The brow raised involuntarily, and the elder Baihe immediately sneered: "But what about this? Even if the old man is left. The strength of is enough to shock you. The shape of your dragon soul is constantly changing, and the only remarkable thing you have done is to give you a little more chance to survive and survive for a while, but as a result It won't change. After the old man gives a few more punches, you will undoubtedly die!"
With that said, the elder Baihe just wanted to raise his fist again, but he was suddenly stagnant, and found that his punch was the same as the previous beheaded elder, completely surrounded by black air, and was sucked. Up.
He curled his mouth in disdain, and the elder Baihe grinned. He immediately shook his body. The powerful aura shook all the black energy around him, and the iron fist was constantly pulling out: "Huh, dying to struggle! Zhuo Fan, yours. The physical body is no longer usable, and the magical power that I want to move in a moment is also useless. The suction of your dragon body can only hold us for a second or two. Cooperating with your physical body may be able to pose a threat to us, but You, who only have the soul alone, are absolutely impossible to come back again, give up your heart..."
"Elder Baihe!"
However, before his voice fell, a scream came suddenly from a distance. When Baihe heard this, he knew that it was the four elders. He couldn't help but look up and wondered: "What's the matter?"
"I... Our spirit soldier... is not broken!" An elder raised his spirit soldier in disbelief and yelled.
The pupils couldn't help but shrink, Bai He was shocked, and looked at it again, but only to see that the four elders in the distance were all holding their own psychic soldiers inexplicably, but in front of them, Zhuo Fan kept vomiting blood. The body was indeed falling down swayingly, and the magic sword in his hand exuded an evil light, which was indeed correct.
This... What's going on
If the spirit soldiers of the four elders were not damaged, it means that their weapons did not collide with the magic sword, but since they did not hit, why Zhuo Fan was shocked to death by the impact, leaving only a dragon soul Survival
Elder Baihe couldn't figure it out, and he was confused for a while!
However, at this moment, a hum of spatial fluctuations sounded, and a strong killing intent suddenly struck behind him.
My heart was shocked, Baihe was horrified, and wanted to dodge quickly, but he just seemed to have just discovered it. One of his fists was still firmly sucked on the Demon Dragon King, although this suction can only hold him for a second or two. .
But in this second, he already felt the approach of death!
puff!
There was a muffled sound, and with the dripping blood pouring, the body of the elder Baihe was amputated by the lazy waist, but his eyes were full of surprise and doubt.
"In... In the calculation..."
His lips trembled slightly. While he was still alive, the elder Baihe turned his head with difficulty, but was facing Zhuo Fan’s indifferent eyes and the corners of his constantly bleeding mouth, and asked the last question in his life: “What? What's going on?"
Cough cough cough!
After coughing a few times, Zhuo Fan's mouth was full of blood, but his expression was very indifferent, and he said coldly: "You are cautious enough, but people who are more cautious, at the moment of victory, they will still show their flaws arrogantly. I just made you think you won!"
Eyelids trembled slightly, and the elder Baihe glanced at the shadow of Zhuo Fan floating in the air in the distance, and then at Zhuo Fan beside him at this time, his eyes were still confused.
Here... How come there are two Zhuo Fans
"Hahaha... Ignorance is a sin. You haven't fully figured out what I'm capable of!"
A contemptuous arc was drawn across the corner of his mouth, and the three golden halos in Zhuo Fan's right pupil shone brightly: "The third stage of the Kongming God pupil, the phantom sky, the mirage!"
Huh!
As soon as the voice fell, the distant Zhuo Fan, who was holding the magic sword in his hand and constantly vomiting blood, disappeared in an instant. Only this Zhuo Fan standing next to Baihe, with a tragic smile on his mouth, looked at the four in the distance. Elders.
phantom!
In an instant, everyone understood everything. It turned out that Zhuo Fan knew that even if he teleported to Elder Baihe, he might not be able to kill him, so he could use the dragon soul as bait to lure him into taking hold of his body.
But with the lessons learned from the previous elder, how could Bai He be easily fooled
So Zhuo Fan created an illusion that made Bai He think that Zhuo Fan's physical body was defeated and could no longer be used, and he was very relieved to attack his spirit.
Originally, this illusion was easy to dismantle. The four elders realized that their spirit soldiers collided with the magic sword, but there was no force from them, and they already found the strangeness.
But how did the elder Baihe know this? He could only see it with his eyes. Seeing that the big thing was done, naturally I couldn't wait to make a move. It was the eagerness of this instant that Zhuo Fan caught the handle of this elder again and immediately killed him!
Knowing everything in his heart, the elder Baihe also ushered in his death, his eyes were empty, and his life was completely lost. The corpse was split in half and fell straight down, facing the loess, but his eyes were still difficult to close. superior.
Who could have imagined that a master of dignified soul fusion would die in such a wasteful manner? Especially the Elder Baihe, it is even more difficult to accept...
The fourth...
My heart trembled unconsciously, and the four remaining elders looked at Zhuo Fan's gasping figure from afar, and vomited two mouthfuls of blood from time to time, but their legs trembled with fright and couldn't help but back!
A kid who could not transform the Void Realm, surrounded by heavy surroundings, killed a strong soul-melting man, that may be a miracle; killing two, it happened to be an accident; but when he killed three, he could no longer Let any master sit and wait.
But now, he killed four, that can only prove that he really has such strength!
For a while, even the four elders trembled. It was difficult to look directly at the ferocious gaze, and they were crying from the bottom of their hearts.
How sacred is this person!
However, no matter what, the four are also strong men who have practiced for many years. After a brief shock, they soon calmed down and gritted their teeth with hatred.
They are masters of soul-melting, and they were killed by a shrewd boy who killed four people in a row. What's the reason
"Give it to me, give it all to me, there is no division of labor, as long as you kill this kid, it doesn't matter what you pay!"
Finally, after losing four generals in a row, even these elders became crazy. With a roar, they rushed towards Zhuo Fan, and the rest of the imaginary practitioners also waved their flags and shouted to follow closely.
Zhao Dezhu was the first to bear the brunt, with blood red in his eyes. In this battle, he asked the sect to take action. As a result, he lost four elders. If he still couldn't take down the culprit, he would no longer be able to return to the sect to take his orders!
Zhuo Fan coldly watched the waves of people from the mountain rushing towards him, as if to submerge him, realizing that the magic sword in his hand was tightened, he took a deep breath, and calmed himself down. He gritted his teeth, dragged his seriously injured body, and rushed up.
Suddenly, from ancient times to the present, I am afraid that it has never happened before. Hundreds of masters surrounded and beat a low-level cultivator. Moreover, this melee was beaten in darkness and extremely heroic.
Originally, if the Heaven and Earth Justice Sect and his party continued the organized siege, the loss might not have been so great, but now it is different. A melee is destined to suffer heavy casualties!
A group of imaginary cultivators brainlessly released their souls and rushed towards Zhuo Fan. Zhuo Fan's Azure Dragon King took a mouthful of dragon flames, which immediately burned to death a lot, and the Purple Dragon King and the purple thunder sky filled the sky, and a lot of them were killed.
But there were still endless souls rushing through the thunder flame and hitting the dragon soul.
With a scream, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of red blood. When his eyes went dark, he was about to faint, but when he thought of the beautiful woman behind him, he bit his tongue and woke up again.
The Purple Dragon King immediately transformed his figure into a Demon Dragon King, absorbing the force of these divine and soul collisions, and then turned into the Vigorous Crimson Dragon King. With a flick of the dragon's tail, dozens of divine souls were immediately killed.
In this way, Zhuo Fan's dragon soul kept changing, in response to the shock of the soul, the soul of a vote fell like a bird that swept through the storm, screaming and wailing resounded across the sky.
And that dragon soul was also in this wave of collisions, all over his body was wounded and roared constantly!
On the other hand, Zhuo Fan resisted the collision brought by the spirit and rushed into the enemy group. With the magic sword in his hand, he saw the god kill the god and the Buddha killed the Buddha, his eyes were already red. Wherever he could look, he was hacking and slashing.
Suddenly, another cultivator fell, and there was no possibility of surviving!
The four elders, holding spirit soldiers in their hands, rushed forward and formed a group with Zhuo Fan. Zhuo Fan's Demon Sword is fierce, and the four elders are raging, they have fought for more than a hundred rounds, and no one can do anything.
The sharpness of the magic sword forced the elders to retreat step by step, and the evil sword light swept across it, but it caused dozens of virtual powerhouses around to lie down with their guns. Zhuo Fan and the elders battle circle, no one can approach. Wherever the five-man combat power can reach, there is greatness!
This is no longer a capture and annihilation that has already been trapped, but has evolved into a war, a war of more than five hundred people against one person, a melee...