Chapter 779

Touch!

With a loud noise, Zhuo fan's long sword collided with the spirit soldiers of the four elders. The four spirit soldiers were all broken and flying. However, Zhuo fan couldn't help spitting out a big mouthful of red blood because of the strong impact from above, and even there were fine internal organs in the blood.

Elder Baihe looked away and was overjoyed: "hahaha... Does this boy have the strength to transfer in an instant? Of the three roads, I chose the fastest way to die. I'm going to give up resistance. "

"But that's good. This guy estimates that all his internal organs have been shattered and he can't use the sword anymore. Next, I'll only break your dragon soul with a fist! "

His heart was ecstatic. Elder Baihe was excited in his eyes. His fist, which had been raised high, could no longer press Nai's power, and hit it down hard.

Gurgling purple thunder kept hitting his body, but he still couldn't stop his unparalleled punch!

Boom!

A loud and powerful noise immediately rang through Qiong night. The white crane elder's mouth was evil, and his eyes showed a ferocious smile. Looking at the trembling dragon body below, he murmured: "now, you should collapse, Tianlong spirit!"

Shua!

The black thick ink once again infected the dragon body. The purple dragon was completely black in a moment, wailing and roaring up to the sky!

"Ha ha... I see. The critical moment turned into an anti beating Magic Dragon King. Did he dissipate most of my strength?" When he raised his eyebrows, the white crane elder immediately sneered: "but what about this? Even my remaining strength is enough to hurt you. The form of your dragon soul is constantly changing. The only thing you can do is to give you a little more chance to live for a while, but the result will not change. If I punch you again, you will die! "

With these words, elder Baihe just wanted to raise his fist again, but he suddenly stagnated and found that his fist was completely surrounded by black gas like the elder who was killed earlier.

The elder Bai he grinned with disdain, and suddenly his body was shocked. The powerful momentum scattered all the black air around him, and the iron fist was constantly pulled out: "hum, dying! Zhuo fan, your body can't be used now. I think the magic power of moving at that moment has been abolished. The attraction of your dragon body can only hold us for a second or two. Cooperating with your flesh body may pose a threat to us, but you alone have only the spirit, you can't turn over again. Give up... "

"White crane elder!"

However, before his voice fell, a scream suddenly came from a distance. As soon as the white crane heard it, he knew it was the four elders. He couldn't help looking up and doubting, "what's the matter?"

"I... our spirit soldiers... Are not broken!" An elder, unbelievably, raised his spirit soldier and roared loudly.

The pupil of his eye could not help shrinking. The white crane was surprised and looked at it again. However, he saw that the four elders in the distance were holding their spiritual soldiers inexplicably. But in front of them, Zhuo fan's body that kept spitting blood was indeed falling down. The magic sword in his hand was emitting evil light, which was 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 collide, why was Zhuo fan shocked to death by the impact, leaving only a dragon soul?

Elder Baihe didn't understand. He was confused!

However, at this time, a buzzing sound of spatial fluctuation sounded, and a strong killing intention suddenly attacked him behind.

The white crane was shocked. He wanted to dodge quickly, but it seemed as if he had just found out. One of his fists was still firmly sucked on the Magic Dragon King, although the suction could only hold him for a second or two.

But it was this second that he already felt the approaching of death!

Poof!

There was a dull noise. With the dripping blood, the white crane elder's body was cut off by laziness, but his eyes were full of surprise and doubt.

"Yes... Yes..."

His lips trembled slightly. On his deathbed, the white crane elder turned his head hard, but he was facing Zhuo fan's indifferent eyes and the corner of his mouth, and asked the last question of his life: "what... What's going on?"

Cough! Cough!

He kept coughing for a few times. Zhuo fan gushed blood in his mouth, but his face was very indifferent. He said coldly, "you are cautious enough, but no matter how cautious you are, you will still show flaws in the moment of victory. And I just make you think you've won! "

His eyelids trembled slightly. The white crane elder took another look at the shadow of Zhuo fan floating in the air in the distance, and then looked at Zhuo fan around him at this time. His eyes were still confused.

Here... How can there be two Zhuo fans?

"Ha ha... Ignorance is a sin. You haven't found out all my skills yet!"

A contemptuous arc crossed the corner of his mouth, and three golden halos in Zhuo fan's right pupil glittered: "empty bright god pupil, the third weight, illusory space, mirage!"

Shua!

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo fan, who was holding a magic sword and spitting blood in the distance, disappeared in an instant. Only Zhuo fan standing next to the white crane, with a playful smile on his mouth, looked at the four elders in the distance.

vision!

For a moment, everyone understood everything. It turned out that Zhuo fan knew that even if he moved to the white crane elder, he might not be able to kill him. He used the dragon soul as a bait to lure him to be fixed.

But with the lesson of the previous elder, how can the white crane be easily fooled?

So Zhuo fan created an illusion that made the white crane think that Zhuo fan's body had been defeated and could no longer be used. He was very relieved to attack his spirit.

Originally, this illusion was easy to expose. The four elders found that their spirit soldiers had collided with the magic sword, but they had already found something strange without coming from the power way.

But the white crane elder in the distance didn't know this. He could only see it with his eyes. Seeing that the event has been completed, naturally he can't wait to make a move. It is the instant eagerness for quick success and instant benefit that makes Zhuo fan catch the elder's handle again and kill him immediately!

Knowing everything in his heart, the white crane elder also ushered in his death. His eyes were empty and completely lost his life. The corpse split in two fell straight and faced the loess, but it was always difficult to close his eyes.

Who could have thought that Tangtang soul melting master would die so cowardly? Especially the white crane elder himself, it's more difficult to accept

The fourth one

The four remaining elders looked at Zhuo fan's panting figure from a distance and vomited two mouthfuls of blood from time to time, but their legs trembled and couldn't help retreating!

It may be a miracle that a boy who can't change the virtual environment kills a strong soul melting person under heavy siege; Killed two, it was an accident; But when he killed three, he couldn't let any experts wait to die.

But now, he killed four, that can only prove that he really has such strength!

For a moment, even the four elders trembled, and it was difficult to look directly at the ferocious eyes. They shouted in their hearts.

Who is sacred, this man!

However, anyway, the four were also strong men who had practiced for many years. After a short shock, they soon calmed down and gnashed their teeth.

They are soul melting masters. They were killed by a God according to the boy. 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 boy, it doesn't matter what price you pay!"

Finally, when the four generals were even damaged, even these elders became crazy. With a loud roar, they suddenly rushed to Zhuo fan, and the rest of the virtual practitioners waved flags and shouted and followed closely.

Zhao Dezhu was the first to bear the brunt, with blood red in his eyes. He asked zongmen to fight this battle. As a result, he lost four elders. If he still can't take the culprit, he can't go back to Zong and take orders again!

Zhuo fan looked coldly at the tide of people coming to him, as if to drown him. He didn't feel the magic sword in his hand tight, took a deep breath, calmed himself, gritted his teeth, and rushed up with his seriously injured body.

Suddenly, I'm afraid it has never happened since ancient times. Hundreds of experts beat up a low-level practitioner. Moreover, the scuffle was still dark and heroic.

Originally, if Tiandi Zhengyi sect and its people continued to organize the siege, the loss might not be so great, but now it is different. A scuffle is doomed to heavy casualties!

A group of empty practitioners rushed to Zhuo fan without thinking. Zhuo fan's Green Dragon King took a bite of dragon inflammation and immediately burned many people. Purple Dragon King purple thunder spread all over the sky and killed many people.

But there are still endless spirits rushing away from Lei Yan and bumping into the dragon soul.

With a hiss, Zhuo fan couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of red blood. When he was black, he was about to faint. But when he thought of the beauty behind him, he bit the tip of his tongue and woke up again.

The purple dragon king immediately transformed into a magic dragon king, absorbed the power of the collision of these spirits, and then turned into a powerful red dragon king. The dragon tail shook and killed dozens of spirits.

In this way, Zhuo fan's dragon soul kept changing and should attack the spirit. The spirit of one ticket fell like a bird swept by the storm, screaming and wailing through the sky.

The dragon soul was also black and blue and roared constantly in this wave of impact!

On the other hand, Zhuo fan resisted the collision brought by the spirit and rushed into the enemy group. With his magic sword in his hand, he saw God kill God and Buddha kill Buddha. His eyes were already red. All you can see is the cutting range.

Suddenly, another practitioner fell down, and there was no chance of survival!

The four elders rushed forward with spiritual soldiers in their hands and made a regiment with Zhuo fan. Zhuo fan's magic sword was fierce, and the four elders were fierce. They fought for more than 100 rounds. No one could help anyone.

The sharpness of the magic sword forced the elders to retreat step by step. The evil sword flashed across, but it made dozens of weak and strong people around them lie down and be attacked by the gun. Zhuo fan fought with the elders in the circle. No one can get close to it. The place where the five people can fight is everywhere!

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