Chapter 173： Is not alive?

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That was Wu Zong's mighty spirit, similar to Jianhong, it was a supernatural power beyond the limit of physical strength.

He is mighty and mighty, and every time a seemingly ordinary fist strikes, it is like a mountain torrent and avalanche. Zhu Minglang, who is greeted with his sword, feels like he is fighting a majestic and terrible natural disaster, rather than a monk.

His fist, which can collide with a sharp sword, is as hard as iron.

His arm can easily bounce the blade, making the blade blunt.

He kicked it, more like a brown ancient beast.

Zhu Minglang took a few steps back, not really afraid of this monk, but on the other side, a few underworld fire amulets flew over. If you don’t avoid it, this flame that directly burns the soul will cause great suffering. .

Just avoiding the underworld fire talisman, a large group of banyan bees lined up into a blue-black wall and slammed down.

Zhu Minglang tore through the wall of the banyan bee with a sword. He whirled in place and slashed the blade on the ground. He saw a large flame burning hot on the sword.

This flame was green and red, attached to the sword, and it would not disappear.

And Zhu Minglang accumulated the power of his whole body, gorgeously waved the sword of green blood in his hand, and saw a long shadow of blue-red flame, soaring from his sword! !

"Canglong Sword!"

Zhu Minglang's sword was dancing, and what was danced was a blazing blue dragon. I saw the blazing blue dragon flying above his head with Zhu Minglang's sword dance. The dragon's body was huge and long, and the flames were hot and dazzling...

The bee horde turned into a terrible and weird cloud vortex, black smoke and miasma, and when Zhu Minglang's sword swept, the blazing blue dragon was waving its tail in the air, when Zhu Minglang raised, the blazing blue dragon leaped and bit, and Zhu Minglang turned his sword. When he was, the blazing blue dragon was even more hovering and strangling!

The green-red blazing blue dragon, I don't know how many banyan bees had been wiped out, and dispersed the cloud group, and finally Zhu Minglang pointed the hot sword in his hand at the mighty Wuzong Yanghua.

The blazing blue dragon flew away, and hit the monk Yanghua with the body of flame at the moment it was about to disappear.

Yang Hua leaned his horse and pushed his palms outwards. The brown aura turned into a huge ancient bell, which was covered by this monk. The body of the blazing blue dragon turned into a wave of blazing flames, and even burned out. In a sea of ​​flames, this monk didn't seem to be afraid of flames at all, and his clothes showed no signs of burning.

However, Zhu Minglang stepped on the flames, and the sword of azure blood in his hand was still in a hot state, and the inscription was imprinted on his skin, making his whole person seem to have a flame golden body!

"Monk, you are still a long way away, and you will use less of these flowers in the future and use them for spiritual practice!" Zhu Minglang appeared in front of the monk Yanghua.

"I see how you can break my majestic golden bell!" Yang Hua, a monk, raised one foot and straddled it even larger. That foot stomped to the ground, feeling the earth sinking a bit.

At the same time, his aura is more vigorous, and you can see that the ancient clock around him becomes more real!

"Then be optimistic." Zhu Minglang said.

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang took out his sword, and the sword was about to take a photo, causing the monk Yang Hua to shrink back subconsciously. When he found that Zhu Minglang's sword had not broken his grand golden bell, Yang Hua couldn't help but float up. Smile.

"Huh!!!"

It was another sword, and the shadow left by the sword was deeper. Right in front of the monk Yang Hua, for a moment Yang Hua thought that the shadow of the sword had penetrated his curious golden bell, making Yang Hua's back chill.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Zhu Minglang's speed suddenly became extremely fast, so fast that it seemed to others that there were seven or eight swordsmen attacking the monk Yanghua at the same time.

And Zhu Minglang’s sword is even more ill, the sword shadow of the previous sword is still in the air, and his next few swords have been pierced out. Gradually, the remaining sword shadows around Yanghua Jinzhong are more and more, as if it were his own. The Admiralty is densely packed with black swords! ! !

In the end, Zhu Minglang's posture and Jianying turned into a thread that passed through Yanghua, and the afterimage and Jianying behind Zhu Minglang also slowly disappeared...

"Puff puff puff puff puff~~~~~~~~!"

Haoqi Jinzhong disintegrated directly, and the monk Yanghua inside was more like being stabbed in the body by hundreds of swords and pulled out at the same time!

Bloodshot, from the head, from the chest, from the limbs, from the back...

The mighty and mighty Wu Zong expert is like a punctured blood bag, slowly falling down, falling on this **** flower painted by his own blood!

He Qingqian was on the side, the poison float in his hand was about to be thrown. After seeing this scene, his little hand trembled involuntarily.

Zhu Minglang turned around and revealed a grin that made He Qingqian's creeps, and said: "Do you want to experience my stinging skills too? Make sure to avoid all the key points."

"You monster, I give up!" He Qingqian's face was pale, and he hurriedly collected the poison.

She is just a quasi-monarch-level talisman, unable to contend directly with the monk Yang Hua, let alone face Zhu Minglang's terrifying swordsmanship.

The master has fallen, and she is a little talisman who keeps her distance to harass, it is better not to insult herself.

"Hand over the brocade box, you can go." Zhu Minglang said.

"I used a beacon to hand it to the referee before I came here... Oh, be careful!" He Qingqian suddenly reminded Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang also noticed a hidden evil spirit coming from behind. When he turned around, he saw a ghost dragon in front of him for some time. The ghost dragon and ghost claws were terrifying, directly towards his heart. Catch it!

It was too late for Zhu Minglang to dodge, but fortunately he swung his sword directly.

The ghost claws heart, this is a fatal blow, the man who controls the ghost dragon wants to wish a bright life!

But just when its claws were about to pierce Zhu Minglang’s chest Zhu Minglang’s body suddenly sparked with molten radiance, these lights intertwined into a molten flame armor shadow, protecting Zhu Minglang’s chest .

The ghost dragon’s claw failed and he immediately wanted to escape, but Zhu Minglang’s heart was already filled with killing intent. He glanced at the direction of the ghost dragon, saw the same eerie ghostly imperial family Zhao Chen, and saw his Those vicious eyes!

This guy had always pretended to be weak before and only let the bone dragon take action.

But when he was not paying attention, he called out a more terrifying ghost dragon, and wanted to take his own life!

To treat such a person, Zhu Minglang will not be merciful, even if he is a son of the royal family!

"Is it bad to be alive?"

Zhu Minglang said coldly.

He slowly raised the sword of blue blood and pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky behind him.

With a breath, Zhu Minglang closed his eyes for a short time, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes showed a terrifying light!