v7 Chapter 11： Shouldn't

There are a group of people standing on the west of Luzhou City, Laoshui Henan, and Laoshan Mountain. The black robe hood is fluttering in the wind, all watching the battle on the river bank intently.

Seeing Li Wenwen and Liu Xiaohei standing in the crowd, killing people like slaughtering dogs, blossoming scarlet infected the snow, everyone looked cold.

"Master, can Dabu Zhuoga deal with these Tang people? I see that his men were killed without any power to fight back, which is even worse than cattle and sheep." A thin man with short but sharp eyes was black The robe man respected the old man holding a luxurious gemstone staff in front of him.

"Just a few dolls, how big a storm can we stir up? We have sent more than 20 servants to help, plus the dozen or so servants in Luzhou City. If Dabu Zhuoga can't deal with his own killing enemies, Does it mean that we can't do it ourselves? "The old man's voice sounded low, as harsh as a night owl.

The short man in black robes had a lot of doubts in his heart, but nodded with ease when he heard the words of the old man, apparently he had unconditional trust and obedience to the old man.

A middle-aged man with a dark expression next to him said, "These Tang people can be killed in Luzhou all the way. They are also rare masters. But they are too arrogant, knowing that our army who has conquered Tang has already been a teacher. , All masters have vacated their hands, and do not know how to retreat, it is really seeking their own way! "

This made everyone nodded.

The old man chuckled: "This time the harvest of Tang Dynasty is quite rich, enough for the temple's great sacrifice. The **** son has been blessed by the moon god, and now he has the strength to chase the great master. When the great sacrifice is completed, the moon **** must be There will be more Furuis, and you and I will benefit from it. When the spring sun is brilliant next year, the Son of God will lead us to kill Chang'an in Tang Dynasty, as the ancestors did, and occupy it there. This time, we will definitely Establish the kingdom of Luna in Chang'an! "

These remarks are like aphrodisiacs, making everyone face red ears, eyes full of fanaticism.

The luna temple, the great master, the son of the god, the kingdom of the moon god, every word in it is enough to drive the devotees of the moon **** into madness.

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Raid Zhuoluo is now flushed, not just because of fanaticism, but because of anger.

Five priests he brought from Luzhou City killed Li Wenwen at his command, with the intention of killing the arrogant Tang Dynasty girl by killing chickens with a dagger.

——As for the previous order to catch this person alive, it was long overturned by Li Zhuolu himself.

The five priests, although they are only at the beginning level, are all genuine masters wherever they are placed.

If the city owner of Luzhou was not Dabo Zhuoga, one of the six leaders of the Rokuya Department, there would not be more than a dozen servants in the city. However, when the servants of the gods drank the moon **** monk next to Li Wenwen, preparing to give each other a decent way of life that deserves the status of warrior, the sudden change of life.

The **** ponytail girl who had already been killed, suddenly stopped, bent her legs and chest, flexed her arms, and shouted hysterically.

Only a buzz of aura was heard, and a powerful whirlwind emerged from her feet, rolling all the snow on the ground into the air. At the same time, there was a blazing aura flame visible to her naked eyes, and the waterfall went up to twenty feet!

Five monks of the servant world saw the situation was not good, and immediately shot.

As the high-end combat power of Lunaism in the world, when each Lunaism monk crosses that heaven and becomes a servant of God, the consciousness will communicate with Luna, get a response from Luna, and be given a kind of Furui. This Fury represents their priesthood and is their strongest means of attack.

According to legend, due to the different qualifications of the monks, the types of Fury given by the moon **** are also different. Most of the low-ranking monks in the priesthood will receive a spell that will determine their fighting style in the three realms of the priest.

The five **** servants who are now shooting at Li Wenwen are arranged in an inverted shape. The first two people grabbed in the void, each holding a meniscus-shaped black sword, and chopped at Li Wenwen without thinking.

The two in the middle grabbed a thick buckler in front of each other, and a long bow appeared in one's hand. When the bowstrings were fully drawn, a black feather arrow on the long bow appeared.

The last **** servant had a wand in his hand, shook his head and murmured, his expression was extremely devout and solemn. Along with his mysterious singing, four beams of sunlight were sprayed in midair towards the four people in front of him.

The monk who cut the machete flew in front of two arc-shaped blades with a radius of more than ten feet, rotating and flying forward;

The monk loosening his bowstring, the black feather arrow whistled out of the air, constantly growing on the road, and the speed was almost invisible;

The monk holding a heavy shield stepped forward and blocked in front of everyone. At this time, the big shield light in front of him was no different from the gate of the city!

These five masters of the servant of the gods shoot at the same time, cooperate with each other, complement each other, have both offense and defense, and can absolutely produce magical effects against the enemy. The five joined hands, and Mo said that when dealing with a monk in the same situation, he was facing the middle level of the servant world—the monk with the real strength of the Yin God was not afraid of the slightest!

Unfortunately, they did not expect that Li Wenwen, whose breath had risen to the first stage of the servant world, faced their attack after the **** battle. Instead of failing, they took the initiative to attack!

With her roar, the blue and blue aura flames from her body burst into the breath of the real peak of Lingchi!

Frightened by the five priests, now he hastily shot, and the power of the magic has not yet been fully formed. As if Li Wenwen, who was burned by the aura into a huge fireman, leaped forward, and the large machete in his hand waved heavily!

The sword is light blue and dazzling, and it looks like Haoyue falls.

First, two flying black blades were slashed vertically. Immediately Daoguang split the black feather arrow that came out of the hole. When the black gas dissipated like a cloud of smoke, Daoguang had already hit the city gate. On the shield!

There was a thunderous thunder, and a circle of aura waves swept away from the shield, even if it was a few feet away from the ground, it also caused the ground area to turn out like snow.

At this time, the four rays of sunlight falling from the sky had just reached the top of the four servants.

Li Wenwen flew up again, unable to tell whether it was aura of light or snowflakes. This time, her face was white, her teeth clenched, and she couldn't stop the blood from leaking out of her mouth.

Under her feet, the shield-bearing priest no longer saw the big shield, except that a straight bloodline overflowed from his forehead, and the corners of his mouth moved twice, and the body broke away from it, and the dirty maggots suddenly spilled.

The other four priests, with the exception of the last one, had blushing faces, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and black and turbulent strings all over their bodies, apparently the breath was unstable. The last priesthood, although not much attacked, was the most ugly face.

The blessing he prayed for was to increase the offensive ability of his companions, not for defense. I thought that at most two shots, the opponent would inevitably die. Who ever thought that the opponent would break the defense of the heavy shield priest, so that his companion was not badly hurt!

One person faced five people, slamming one's head against each other and killing one enemy. He still had fighting power, which was unexpected for the servants! Isn't this little girl already strangling? Isn't she tired? Aura is not bad?

Li Wenwen wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his hand, and raised the machete over the top, and then he would kill again and fight for the life of the other.

"Let me come." Su Emei pressed Li Wenwen's arm and fluttered past her, her voice warming with a bit of pampering, "It's just a few miscellaneous fish, it's not worth your hard work."

Li Wenwen gritted his teeth, didn't insist, but didn't plan to stop there. The fire was still burning in her eyes. Knowing that he could no longer single out the servants of the gods, he turned and leapt to the lunar coach monks on the ground.

In the eyes of the young girl, the only role of these Tubo barbarians is to carry out repairs.

Slightly tilted his head and saw that Liu Xiaohei had already collided with Wei Xiaozhuang as a bull. Li Wenwen calmed down and began to focus on the opponent in front of him.

Seeing Su Emei's eyebrows coming to Li Zhuoluo, she felt that something was bad.

As a high-level monk, he only looked at the relaxed and comfortable posture of the other party ’s flight, full of flowing clouds and freehandedness, and knew that this humane behavior was extremely high, and it was definitely not easy to get along. of.

He immediately yelled and flew out, trying to stop.

In fact, he had been staring at Chu Nanhuai before-through the positions of Chu Nanhuai, Su Emei, and Wei Xiaozhuang, he judged that Chu Nanhuai had the highest status, and the corresponding cultivation would be the strongest. Therefore, he always believed that it was only when the opponent shot that he needed to show his power.

However, he did not expect that Chu Nanhuai had to move before he had moved.

Even if he is forced to take a shot, the key is not yet certain.

"Crazy! These Tang Dynasty people have become terrible lunatics!" Zili Zhuoruo's eyes were red and his eyes fell behind his companions, full of pity and supplication, "Stop her! Time, I can save you! "

one move.

One trick passed.

Li Zhuoluo's eyes were cracked, and the corners of his eyes were bleeding!

In one move, the four priests fell like dead leaves in front of him.

He didn't even see how Su Emei shot! The last moment, he saw the Tang Guo woman with elegant and elegant temperament, but she just pulled out the white and simple sword in her hand, and the next moment, the four sword lights had disappeared without a trace!

No blood spilled from the four servants, and even the wounds could not be seen, but the vitality was cut off instantly, and they could only fall into the snow from the air with their eyes open.

"Miscellaneous! Zili Zhuoluo is going to shatter your body!" Zili Zhuoluo roared and waved the tomahawk in his hand.

Su Emei didn't answer. Facing Li Zhuolu's raging attack, she was just like a butterfly, wandering lightly in the shadow of the axe. She looks like a trace of flying flesh. No matter how many auras of aura in front of her, she can be swept away by the breeze of air before the opponent chops herself.

In a blink of an eye, Li Zhuolu shot hundreds of times.

Faster than fast, harder than hard. By one hundred times, he had even exerted his energy to feed.

At first he wanted to chop Su Emei with an axe. Later, he just wanted to hit the opponent, not even thinking about whether it could cause injuries. As long as he can hit the opponent, that is his victory!

He has intuition and certainty, and if he hits once, he wins.

But he didn't.

Suddenly, Lei Zhuoluo murmured in his heart, and his hair was full.

A sense of danger and fear that had never before penetrated his heart like a cold needle, making him tremble and howl!

Su Emei's ghostly fluttering eyebrows seemed random and purposeless, but before she knew it, she had already pulled into half the distance!

At this time, she pulled out the sword again.

Saw it. Zili Zhuolu saw the Jianguang. This time, he saw it very clearly. Because in his vision, between heaven and earth, there is only this sword light. No bright, no dazzling, no even bright, no color.

As vast as light, slightly as silk, he weighs more than Kunlun, light as catkins.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the flash.

Zili Zhuolu felt that his heart stopped beating, and also realized that his strength was gone for an instant, his body was heavier than ever, and his sleepiness drowned him like a tide.

"Shouldn't have let her out of the sword." He fell into the snow, covered with snow and attacked Zhuo Luo, and finally thought, "Should escape before she sends out the sword ..."