Chapter 164, Exposure, Sword Light

"As long as this set of "Crazy Ape Fighting and Killing" is cultivated to a small level, you can no longer meditate and practice. Walking, sitting and lying are full of energy and flowing endlessly. As long as you keep fighting with people, you can't help running skills, which can be said to be the most terrible skill of our blood clan.

Speaking of this, Zhu Peng paused for a while and suddenly lurked. After avoiding the reconnaissance of a team of monks, he continued to speak.

"So, if I put other people on the key point of the ambush line like that, I also have to worry about whether that person will abscond halfway or be afraid of fighting. Only this Zhu Xiao doesn't have to worry about it. His cultivation must not be able to reflect the refinement in bloodthirsty killing. Under the influence of the characteristics of skills, he practices the "Crazy Ape Fighting Killing Method". People must be crazy when they fight, and it is difficult for people who are one or two levels higher than him to kill and defeat him. Only such a person can create enough chaos and create opportunities for our thorns and escape.

After the two were talking for a while, the marching tent in the target was gradually approaching. It is strange that the grandeur and scale of the camp in front of him are far beyond Zhu Peng's imagination, which is obviously beyond the extreme treatment that a middle-level general can have, but not to mention the bodyguards and servants in the surrounding camp, there is not even a two-legged creature.

Under Zhu Peng's eyes, in the whole camp, there is no one else except a monk who sits cross-legged and meditates quietly.

"Chang Xiao, be careful, we may encounter a tough point."

Because of the uneasiness in his heart, Zhu Peng instinctively reminded him, but at this point, he can't give up halfway. Chang Xiao nodded gently and then used the magic trick. The whole person hid in the void in an instant, waiting for the right time, roaring with a knife, and suddenly killing.

It's just that this extremely light true element fluctuation still accidentally causes the attention sensing that exists in the account. There was no question about words, but a direct sword roared, and the sword spirit broke through the air like a dragon roaring, "roaring".

The voice has not yet come to my ears, and the whole luxurious camp has been smashed under the fierce sword spirit. A solid and powerful sword light has been smashed in front of Zhu Peng like a residual arc for half a month.

The speed of this sword hegemony is abrupt and fierce, which is completely beyond Zhu Peng's expectations. From the swordsman to the land in front of Zhu Peng, it is almost like being ploughed. The land is turned upside down, the mud is scattered and broken.

It's just that the Shura gourd behind Zhu Peng has its own spirituality as a spiritual treasure. A large amount of iron sand spewed out and wrapped Zhu Peng's whole body. For example, the arc sword light collided with the iron sand, and the magnetic sand spilled and splashed. At the same time, the fierce air light sword was also constantly getting smaller.

Finally, the sword was pulled out of its sheath by Zhu Peng, and a sword was broken. The real and hot sword spirit gradually broke away and turned into nothingness.

It was not until then that the strong figure with swords in both hands and roared appeared in front of Zhu Peng. The gorgeous tent gradually opened from the middle, revealing the tough male body that gasped heavily inside and was maintaining the splitting action.

"Who's there?" The hoarse and rough male voice came, and only one sentence made Zhu Peng understand why there was no bodyguard with upright legs around such a gorgeous tent. I'm afraid it's all being cut by the one in front of you. Why didn't you know that I was an assassin just now? It's just a habitual sword.

wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead. Zhu Peng stretched forward his left hand without holding the sword, pressed the figure of the man, smiled frivolously and said loudly: "The person who wants your life." Since it can be confirmed that there is no guard, it is naturally another way to kill.

After saying a word, the elemental magnet roared, and the infinite iron sand surged out like a surging river. Under the grinding and quenching of the elemental of Zhu Peng's left hand, it quickly condensed and solidified into a huge and heavy iron sand spear. As soon as the spear was made, a fierce and sinister breath had been revealed. The murderous spirit and the evil of the spirit made the strong man with swords in front of Zhu Peng's eyes explode all over his body.

The spear roared and came with momentum. The heavy pressure and strength hit directly. This strong long-haired man like a cow felt quite uncomfortable, but he didn't wait for him to escape. In the void behind him, a cold knife gas had suddenly flashed out.

The knife is angry, pressing down the mountain like a rainstorm, and the cold light is deliberately controlled by Chang Xiao. It limits its body shape and the chaotic escape method, which makes the killing and injury huge. However, the slow iron sand spear is aimed at the long-haired man with two big swords in front of him and is smashing out.

Yin Hong's blood burst out in an instant, and he was overjoyed to see it. Although the iron sand burst and dust flew in front of him, which made people unable to see clearly, he was deeply aware of how powerful Zhu Peng's iron sand spear was. Although there were many restrictions, as long as it was hit head-on, the monks of the seven or eight layers of refining gas would be seriously injured. The price of Fei.

Such an opportunity to take the head and kill the powerful enemy, not to mention Chang Xiao, no one is willing to let go easily and control the light of the knife in his hand, like a rainbow, with a strong momentum.

It's a pity that my skills are shallow. Otherwise, when it comes to the nine levels of gas refining, I can control the magic weapon to kill in the air. The speed is countless times more powerful. While chopping, Chang Xiao is silently in his heart.

"Don't rush. He is not seriously injured. Come back." Zhu Peng opened his true spiritual blood and purple eyes. Although the distance was far away, he could see the changes in the sand and dust earlier than Chang Xiao. Unfortunately, the sound was not as fast as the long sword in the hands of the exquisite swordsman.

"The younger generation is looking for death." Whistling, a thick and heavy sword the size of half a door panel, a direct sweep, the flying to the red-eyed and warm Chang Xiao clap out like a bowling ball.

The blue-shirted teenager is still flying in the air, and a mouthful of red blood has been spit out like a spring. Just looking at the color of the blood, Zhu Peng already knows that it is difficult to count on Chang Xiao in a short time. He was hit by this sword and injured his internal organs, and in a short period of time, he could not stand up.

The sword can change its size, or, at this moment, the sword shows its true form. The strong man with an upper body **, holding a sword in one hand and blood on the corners of his mouth, but walked out with a fierce expression. Although he was not injured, he was still strong and his breath was fierce.

It's just that he is not more eye-catching and domineering than the sword in his hand. It's just now. This sword is just a hegemonic sword with three fingers wider than Zhu Peng's hand.

But at this moment, the long sword has changed and expanded into a thick heavy sword the size of a half a door panel. Just holding it like that, the sword body depicting the tiger beast demon has shown a rugged wildness.