Chapter 300, join hands to attack, seven prison evil dragon method

Because of these two wound scars, one directly cut the front sternum of the middle-aged Taoist into two. Now the reconnected front sternum has a very obvious asymmetry, and the other one is directly wiped on the waist of the middle-aged man. Looking at the length and width of the scar like a centipede, you can imagine a red and white stomach. The horror of the intestines flowing out of the monk's waist and abdomen.

Looking at these two wounds and the other party's "ma zi", others may only feel tragic and bloody, but Zhu Peng quickly reacted, because he is too familiar with this kind of injury. It is the two iconic traumas caused by Shura gourd and intercept swordsmanship.

"I haven't fought to kill the enemy in person for a long time, and from your tone, you have not only fought with me but also escaped once. Are you the remnants of the escape of the imperial ghost Cui family who refused to submit? Today, when I am single, I want to 'be' me. Is it a relief?"

He smiled and spoke softly, but Zhu Peng's hand had slowly put it on the handle of the sword weapon at his waist, and there was no reason not to cut it to his heart's content.

"It's not revenge. Even my family has surrendered. As a fugitive, I naturally have no reason and position to revenge on you again. I came here this time, but let the underground brothers close their eyes, but I just want to die happily." At this point, the true vitality of the cold middle-aged man is getting stronger and stronger, and even stronger and stronger with the passage of time. At the same time, he roared loudly and even howled: "You and I will work together to kill him. As long as I can kill him, I will fight for myself. As long as I can kill him, you can not only get all kinds of treasures he carries with him, but also the remaining magic weapons and treasures after my death. Please, please."

With the abnormal rise of Zhenyuan around his body, the body of this cold middle-aged man was even burned by the fierce fire. Almost everyone was shocked by his tragic and decisive posture. Only Zhu Peng said indifferently, "Your mouth grows on your face, whatever you say. Wear the sword on my waist, whatever I can do. In his words, Zhenyuan's whole body surged violently. "Cking, roaring" pulled the sword out of its sheath, and the inexplicable sword roared and roared the whole audience. At the same time, Zhu Peng swept away the cold middle-aged man who almost ignited his body with a sword.

The sword in Zhu Peng's hand is four feet and seven inches long, and its net weight is nine catties and thirteen taels. It is a four-finger combined hegemony sword. In addition to the hilt, the front and back of the two fronts are murderous and dangerous. There is a black dragon climbing on it, and there is a sound when waving. It is the head of the red shadow seven spirit swords that destroy the Red Shadow Immortal Sect of the Qinling School - the Domineering Sword Youlong.

After the destruction of the Tianhu Qingqiu, this rare spiritual-level hegemony sword in the world fell into Zhu Peng's hands. Compared with the extremely strong and angry spirit, this flexible and sharp dragon sword is undoubtedly more suitable for Zhu Peng's swordmanship style. Therefore, at this time, it is just a sharp sweep and flash. The sword light turned into a line of sword light flashed out.

In the night, it can be clearly seen that the sword light tore the air and the strong aura in the ancient spirit realm form a blazing sword arc.

Zhu Peng's sword drawing also attracted the four monks who used the air machine to lock him to take action at the same time. The short and strong man not only had eight relatively small flame hammers on his waist, but also had a rather large eight-edged purple gold hammer in his hand. The material is unknown. Just looking at the huge scale is enough to show its amazing destructive power.

And the tall woman behind him held a bow and an arrow, but the jade hand trembled gently, and the clear and dazzling sun flying arrows had been shot out, and the split was burning in the air, which was fierce.

And the other two were not idle. The woman in gray, who had been silent, stood beside the cold middle-aged man. It was not until after the fight that she took out a light gold bell from her sleeve and made a slight sound. As for the cold middle-aged man, he is obviously more ruthless. At this time, although he is urging the secret method, it does not seem to affect the use of ordinary attacks, and even because he is in the state of stimulating the secret method, his mana at this time is close to the infinite throughput within the range.

The black and fierce ghost flag in his hand became bigger, and then directly killed Zhu Peng's shield. Four magic weapons, hammers, arrows, bells, flags, four attack methods, rigid, fierce and accurate, weird, yin, four monks who at least seven layers of gas refining, the highest level of gas and nine layers of abroad to stimulate the secret method, besieged in all directions.

The long-term attack pushed the battle to the most intense state. In it, Zhu Peng, one by one, became extremely dangerous.

"Good cooperation, good kill, so awesome, so interesting..." Looking at the fierce rainbow around him, Zhu Peng muttered.

In his eyes, he inexplicably fell into a kind of confusion. The dragon sword in his hand was used as a chest. The method in the "Seven Prisons Evil Dragon View Ideas" suddenly emerged. The fierce demon dragon, roared, a seven evil idea and domineering came through the air, turning into a gorgeous dark red demon dragon. In Zhu Peng's heart, on the sword, people Inside, it roars ferociously.

And the four monks who besieged Zhu Peng lost their mind in a moment, and the breath of soul locking disappeared!? No, it's not disappearing. It's just that the locked target suddenly expands and becomes bigger, transforming its own form and directly breaking the soul lock of the four people. Without a target, no matter how powerful the attack is, if it can't hit people, it can only be a waste of strength.

But they try their best to urge the magic weapon, but they can't stop by stopping. Although the four people know each other, they are not familiar with each other, and they don't have much experience in working together. The combination of the four people just now is already the limit of what they can do. In the face of unexpected sudden changes beyond their common sense, the four monks made different choices.

The nun who used the gold-painted dragon bow naturally avoided the bow behind her brother. The so-called opening the bow did not return the arrow. Her response in this way was by no means a mistake. The short and strong man who used the octagonal purple gold sledgehammer took the road without regret. As soon as the sledgehammer took action, the wind and thunder were turbulent. In the fierce thunder, the gold hammer in his hand could not be recovered. He could only take the opportunity to attack or even burst into Zhenyuan. He advanced more bravely and retreated with flaws, so he retreated to death.

The dementor bell located on Zhu Peng's right hand appears from time to time, and even the faint sound in the void. It is very mysterious. The crisp bell locks Zhu Peng's Zhou's body, and even the seven prison evil dragon king magic phase summoned by Zhu Peng. In this faint sound, they feel a sense of laziness and bondage, sleep and sinking. Taste.