Chapter 602

In Tang Chuan's mind, Qin Yun's mind was interlinked. Her delicate hands stretched her bow and arrows at one go. Her familiar appearance made the heads of the remaining two black men numb.

The bow doesn't have much decoration. It's blood red. It's weird or weird.

The feather arrow broke through the air and flew to the direction where the earth dragon was hiding. The huge impact force and the air current nailed the Earth Dragon to the ground. The huge dragon tail kept struggling and swinging up and down, but it was no use.

"Whew, whew"

one after another of the feather arrows fell on several key points of the earthworm, completely blocking the action of the earthworm.

Unexpectedly, the earth dragon looks like a living creature. Yellow liquid is unearthed from the place where the arrow is hit, and flows down the huge body of the Earth Dragon.

Turning around, Qin Yun coldly looks at the two "black men", and does not directly hand.

At last, the long sword and the Tomahawk intersect, and the "black man" quickly defeated Ling Yun. He was not a man of great strength. He used to use skills more than he did now.

"You are not my match!" He was very determined, grinning, showing a yellow tooth, not strong smell as he closed his mouth to dissipate.

"Kill!"

A low drink, Lingyun dare not continue to work harder than gas, he likes as well as the long attack the enemy short.

The long Dao takes up the vigorous Qi of several meters, and it has suppressed the Tomahawk which is no more than 60 centimeters long.

As the old saying goes, an inch is long, an inch is strong, an inch is short, and an inch is dangerous.

In the master's fight, especially after being suppressed, every knife of Ling Yun becomes fierce. The black man who lives and kills has no power to fight back, but just supports with hardship.

"Ha

A violent drink, two battle axes cross grid to block a fierce knife, his backhand is an axe, the fire is everywhere.

Two steps back, Lingyun has lost his eagerness just now. Xiaoxiao's fallen leaf blade technique has more charm. The long Dao often cuts through the night like cutting off time.

"Come back! You're not his opponent... "The sighing voice remembered from behind him. It was the old guy who said it.

After Qin Yun cleaned up the dragon, he felt his shriveled chin and knew that the small mound soil could not defeat the young man in front of him.

Although he is not proficient in sword technique, his control of power is not as good as that of mound soil. Can be higher than a realm of strength in this era is not ordinary people can be comparable.

Sigh, he wants to be excused, sudden changes suddenly.

The little man's black face was already red, and he flew up. One of his axes flew out of his hand, and the other was recklessly trying to exchange his life for his life.

After a little hesitation, Ling Yun didn't choose to fight hard, not only because he exchanged his life for his life, but also because of the moving trace of the flying axe, which made it difficult for him to lock it.

When it falls on the ground, the mound soil raises its head and looks at the Lingyun not far away. If you want to take advantage of the situation and pursue it, only by narrowing the distance can the power of the Tomahawk be maximized.

Tang Chuan got out of the car, turned over and sat on the front of the car. He magically made a cup of steaming tea. With a faint smile, he was waiting for the winner.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Yun turns to face the swift and violent attack of the mound soil, and puts most of his energy back on the mound soil. As for the track of the Tomahawk, he can only believe that he can block it.

"Confidence is a good thing, but don't be too confident." Tang Chuan reminded.

These "black people" only had the strength in the early days of xuanming, but they were able to gain certain advantages against Lingyun, not only because of their own strength, but also because of their uncanny tomahawks.

They are the most physically active race among the practitioners. It is said that in ancient times, there was a powerful race called witches. Their physique was extremely powerful, and the power of all kinds of war skills in their hands became more and more powerful.

It is said that they gave up their souls for this reason, and there were no monks in the family who could practice other ways. As a result, even if the extremely powerful wizard disappeared in the long river of history, leaving only some body refiners who were similar but not like.

This is the record of Tang Chuan's learning. It's really not true. He doesn't know. He only knows that most of the body cultivation in the realm of cultivation is scattered cultivation. It's good to be able to reach the xuanming realm. It hasn't appeared in the Xuankong realm for nearly a thousand years.

Looking into the distance, the battle field is extremely fierce. Compared with the fierce two people, the whole battlefield is quiet and silent.

Tang Chuan has been looking at the "black man" fighting with Ling Yun. The guy is in good health and powerful. At the same time, his control of power is amazing.

As the medicine King's Dharma decision said: there are 3000 roads, each of which can prove the truth.

These physical training rely on less and less herbs, and it is difficult to improve the physical state, so that even Ling Yun can't take it down.

Compared with the anger of the "black" old man, Tang Chuan was more helpless. Ling Yun was originally a martial arts expert. He had a good talent. He relied on Tang Chuan's free pills and his own efforts to reach the middle of the xuanming realm.

When his strength is strong, his state of mind and skills have not reached the level of familiarity with Tao and Dharma. Otherwise, the so-called strong person who is lower than a level can be suppressed by raising his hand.Fortunately, Ling Yun's talent is really good, and he has successfully fought back several times. The "black man" was struggling hard, but he didn't want to stop.

"Come back!" This is the second time that "black" old man sighs, compared with this time, he is more helpless.

"That human being has been growing up and going on like this..." the "black" old man was speechless and speechless.

Herdsman immediately, Tang Chuan sneered: "if you can defeat him and kill him, everything will be easy. If you fail, you can only die here. "

He didn't intend to give these guys a way to live. After careful observation, Tang Chuan vaguely found that they had protuberances on their heads, which were really not human beings.

At least, they don't think they're human. Besides, there are too many kinds of human beings. There are countless kinds of human beings on this planet, let alone in the past.

He didn't know where these guys came from, and subconsciously he thought they were not human beings. Because he had some scruples when dealing with his kin. If it was not for the enemy of life and death, he would not have died.

If the alien, non-human, it depends on whether they can eat. These guys obviously can't eat.

With a sigh, Tang Chuan continued to observe their fighting skills. And in the middle of the battle, there was a dispute.

After the two "black men" who had not yet joined the battle field took back their tomahawks, who would soon disappear from the mound soil, there was humanity: "let me do it!"

The reply, which was not so confident, was more like a provocation to qiutu. His face turned red again. He didn't answer, but tried his best.

The Tomahawk almost crossed Ling Yun's cheek. He didn't have the joy of escaping a robbery, but only anger.

The blade is like a rainbow. The axe on the hill is stiff and fierce. The black leather armor that is not heavy on the body completely blocks Lingyun's knife awn.

Slightly a Leng, Lingyun's ready to attack for one of the slow Tomahawk fierce empty, he has not come to rush to ridicule, Qiu Tu's Tomahawk with air flow, rush to Lingyun.

The strength of the Tomahawk squeezing the air is very similar to the rumor of fighting cattle across the mountain. Even though it is tens of centimeters away, Ling Yun feels something pressed on her body. The feeling of powerlessness is heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

Tang Chuan side head, mouth slightly open. Even the cold face of Qin Yun has changed, some praise.

Not so complicated skills, just the right time, that's why the mound has been able to stick to it. This is his hard power, fighting to survive.

Lingyun suddenly drinks, he is fed up with being pressed to beat the day, or by the strength of his fellow.

The long sword cuts horizontally, and the silk sword Yin is blocked by the collision of the Tomahawk, leaving only a white mark on his leather armor.

"His leather armor is very special. Your knife is too common to break." Tang Chuan reminded that the "black" old people glared.

It was just because he reminded Qiu Tu that he was forbidden to speak, but now he reminds his younger brother openly. This is...

Tang Chuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him with his eyes like a knife.

Even though the long sword is not long and the Tomahawk is not long enough, the fierce Sabre Qi can not be solved.

The night was as dark as ink, and the road was so strange that no vehicle appeared for a few minutes.

These things are obviously not taken seriously, including Tang Chuan just took a look, did not speak.

After the outbreak, Lingyun was obviously more indifferent than before. He was familiar with the use of the long knife. Each knife pointed to the key of the mound soil, and the golden lotus under his feet unconsciously formed.

The flame rises, the knife with the flame impact, scattered like tarsal maggots, once contaminated, it will not burn, asphalt paved road began to burn.

"I want to cremate you with a flame knife." Ling Yun grinned, not necessarily. He didn't know that the fire could ignite the asphalt road. Maybe it would be famous tomorrow.

"No matter!" A low drink, Lingyun no longer think, accidentally with the flame knife ignited his black leather armor.

Two steps back, he watched the hill turned into a fireman and screamed to be mended by his companion with an axe...

the bloody scene Qin Yun was somewhat uncomfortable. She was a police officer, but she was also a woman. She was very tough in front of outsiders. But once she was with Tang Chuan, she would not wear a mask and pretend to be strong.

Pretending is not strong enough, at least for Tang Chuan.

He gently hugged Qin Yun. In the corner of his eyes, Ling Yun gently crossed the flame. He watched the remaining two "black men" take off their leather armor and screamed and rushed over.

"They're nuts!" Qin Yun sighed.

Tang Chuan shook his head: "as soon as they appear, there is no third choice."

He didn't explain too much, just told the end.

Qin Yun doesn't ask. This is her cleverness. People who know too much will never come to a good end.

Compared with the mound soil, the remaining two moves are not special, and the skills are roughly the same, without leather armor protection. In a dozen moves, one "black man" was rifled and his intestines came out."Keng!"

Long knife into the scabbard, Lingyun eyes covetously at the rest of the old man. Compared with the three who have died, his strength is slightly stronger, and he is the strong one in the middle of xuanming.

"Well, I'll give you a minute to choose between life and death." Tang Chuan didn't like nonsense and gave an ultimatum directly. Lingyun with the general draw out the long knife, eager to try the appearance let his heart some cool. ＜/p

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