Chapter 687

The tyrant bimon is unrivalled. He attacks fiercely and constantly. His absolute power has a time limit. It has been used for nearly ten minutes before, and now it's reopened. The rest of the time is about twenty minutes. We have to win or lose in these twenty minutes.

Ansheng didn't attack the monk's skeleton with the tyrant bimon. He was watching all the time, looking for opportunities.

In the battle between Zhou Wen and the golden winged bird, the dragon's wings vibrated behind him, the two halberds of the God of war besieged him from left to right, and the golden sword in his hand cut out the golden sword.

But the speed of the golden winged bird was so fast that Zhou Wen's vision couldn't keep up with its movements. Before he could see what was happening, he heard a click. A golden warrior halberd had been caught by its claws. Under the force of the claws, the golden warrior halberd immediately broke several sections.

Zhou Wen didn't have time to grieve for the death of the golden halberd. He gave full play to the speed of flying immortals outside the sky and quickly fled to the distance.

If the tyrant bimon is the absolute power, then this golden winged bird is the absolute speed. It has caught up with Zhou Wen before long.

Zhou Wen didn't even think about it. The pupil mirror in his eye condensed a strange luster, which made one of his eyes look like a mirror to the golden winged bird.

The golden winged bird seemed to be aware of the danger. The mysterious ancient secret text on its wings flickered and disappeared in Zhou Wen's sight.

Bang!

Zhou Wen felt as if he had been hit hard in the back, and his body hit the ground like a meteor, which made a big hole in a palace made of gold.

The golden winged bird is more fierce and powerful. With a flash of body shape, it catches another golden halberd flying in the air and cuts it into several sections in an instant.

When Zhou Wen got up from the ground, he only felt the pain on his body, but he didn't suffer too much injury. However, the avatar that was placed close to his body had already broken into ashes.

"Fortunately, I brought a double talisman to protect my life. I knew that. I should have painted more." Zhou Wen is secretly frightened. If there is no substitute Fu to protect his life, even if he doesn't die, the six wings guardian dragon is dead.

Unfortunately, it's too difficult to draw Double charms. The success or failure depends on fate. Zhou Wen painted so many, which is a blessing to his soul.

Later, he did a lot of paintings, but they didn't succeed, so Zhou Wen was impatient to paint again.

After grabbing the halberd of the golden warlord, the golden winged bird looks into the hole of the palace with a pair of bloody eyes. Its wings vibrate again and its body disappears instantly.

"Go to your sister." Zhou Wen's heart palpitations, goose bumps are up, know the danger is approaching, now dare not have half a minute hesitation, called out the young son of the candle dragon.

The huge body of the young son of the candle dragon appeared, which directly exploded the palace and glared at the sky.

Zhou Wen stood on its head and looked around with the ability of listening to the earrings. He found that the golden winged bird had already fled to the sky, apparently because of the appearance of the candlelight dragon.

But just for a moment, the golden winged bird was fierce again, its wings vibrated, turned into light flow and disappeared, so fast that it couldn't see its moving track at all.

"Candle dragon!" Zhou Wen called.

In fact, without Zhou Wen's command, the candle dragon had already moved. The scales on its body were as astringent as its eyelids. Rows of eyes of the candle dragon appeared all over its body, which was its king change.

Countless eyes of the candle dragon use the horizon of the hole candle at the same time, just like countless mirrors open at the same time.

All of a sudden, Zhou Wen felt something strange. In the twinkling of an eye, he saw that behind the candle dragon, the golden winged bird showed its body shape. The golden light of its whole body flashed like a thunderbolt, its wings vibrated wildly, and its face was full of horror. It seemed to be fighting against some invisible terrorist force.

But it was just two struggles, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Wen saw the golden winged bird in some eyes behind the candle dragon. It was a long time before it disappeared.

The vision of the candle hole converges and quits from the state of the king of the world. The young son of the candle dragon collapses all over, his strength is greatly damaged, and his combat effectiveness drops in a straight line. He is only at the level of six wings guarding the giant dragon, and he can't even use the vision of the candle hole.

Zhou Wen quickly took back the young son of the candle dragon. He must not let him take risks. This is Zhou Wen's most powerful mace at present.

"What a loss." Zhou Wen is a little distressed.

Originally wanted to try, can find a chance to kill the golden winged bird, but lost a double charm and two golden halberds.

Although the horizon of Dongzhu is powerful, after killing the opponent, nothing will be left. This is too fatal. Zhou Wen is not willing to use this skill until he has to.

On the other hand, the tyrant bimon constantly bombarded the monks' skeletons, and their bones were cracked by the fierce force.

However, the golden light on his body burns like a flame, but his body seems to be immortal. He will recover immediately after being injured. Although bimon, the tyrant, has the upper hand, he has never been able to kill him.

"Is the time limit for absolute power approaching?" Zhou Wen calculated the time, and there were about ten minutes left. But looking at the current situation, in ten minutes, the tyrant bimong was afraid that he would not be able to kill the monks' skeletons.

All of a sudden, Ansheng, who had been observing, pressed his palm on the ground and disappeared like a ghost.

At this time, the tyrant bimon beat the monk's skeleton with a fist, retreated a few steps, and staggered.

Ansheng got out of the ground behind the monk's skull and jumped up. His fingers were like the tail needle of a scorpion, pointing to the back of the monk's skull.

A mysterious character was printed on the back of the monk's skull. Zhou Wen recognized that it was a shock character, which seemed to be one of the abilities of love letters.

Bang!

The crystal in the eye socket of the monk's skeleton was shocked by Ansheng's finger, flew out and landed on the ground.

The golden flame on the monk's skeleton disappeared immediately, and the tyrant bimon's attack had followed. The monk's skeleton raised his fist to fight in panic.

Click!

Without the blessing of crystal, the hand bone of the monk's skeleton was directly cracked by the tyrant bimon, and his body also staggered back.

The violent tyrant bimon hit the monks' skeletons one after another. After a few punches, he smashed the skeletons into pieces.

The monk's skull was knocked to the ground. The tyrant bimon pressed one paw on its sternum and one paw on its skull. After a few punches, the skull of the monk's skull was smashed.

The tyrant bimon lifted up the broken body of the monk's skull with one hand, put it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and swallowed it.

"Big brother... You go to see if there are any accompanying eggs left..." Zhou Wen is speechless. It's all pets. If you kill them, you swallow them, and you don't leave anything.

But when he swallowed it, he couldn't spit it out. Zhou Wen could only run quickly to pick up the crystal that Ansheng had shaken out of the eyes of the monk's skeleton.