Chapter 347 Silver Bullet
"Hmm! Heaven's demons!" Suddenly, the aura around the body of the light demon old man suddenly changed, and the original black fog slowly changed a little, from black to invisible, from invisible to light red, and finally from light red to crimson!
Even the black tiger surrounded by the body completely turned red, and a strong smell of blood spread throughout the battlefield. This is the real demon breath, but the dark red, obviously the light demon is not the blood of the demon royal family.
The pungent smell, inhaled a trace, and only felt that his head was a little dizzy. The giant tiger's eyes became red at this moment, red and a little terrible, containing all kinds of killing and poking evil, and these changes were only for a moment.
"Roar!"
The giant tiger roared up to the sky, and its limbs full of sharp claws jumped up in mid-air and suddenly rushed to Zhao Tian.
At this time, Zhao Tian's attack had also arrived. The golden sword light swept a large area of space and fiercely bombarded the position of the light demon old man.
"Boom!" A earth-shaking sound and huge energy fluctuations left a terrible gully on the ground, stretching for dozens of feet. Under this sword, many demon soldiers were taken away by death again.
The tiger that rushed to him also bit Zhao Tian's left arm tightly. His fangs were like a golden lock, which made Zhao Tian unable to move. His huge head shook violently, as if he would not tear off Zhao Tian's left arm and vowed not to stop.
Zhao Tian took a deep breath, and a pure aura poured into his whole body. For a moment, the golden light lit up most of the space.
Duan Zhixian killed the dark sky and the earth, and did not use aura to stop the scattered blood. His whole body was full of blood, like a killing god. 100 meters away, there was no demon soldier.
Looking at the consterion on that face, it is no worse than Zhao Tian's record.
I regained some sanity slightly. Seeing that Zhao Tian's body was being entangled by a red tiger, the aura in his body turned. Just as he wanted to rescue, he suddenly felt a tight body and a strong sense of oppression squeezed into the air.
A red light flashed in the distance, and in the blink of an eye in the army of tens of thousands of people, he arrived in front of Duan Zhixian.
As a middle-aged man, about 30 years old, his face is angular, as if it were carved by a knife. It is cold. There is a strong murderous atmosphere in his eyes, which has formed a substance. With a fierce look, Duan Zhixian's whole body is cold. Although his strength is only a seven-level martial artist, even if it is himself The realm of the eighth-level martial artist is cold in my heart.
"Kill!"
The man didn't have any extra words. He just appeared, and the first sentence was to kill.
Cold! Very cold!
Duan Zhixian's eyes contracted sharply. In the face of the man who rushed up, Duan Zhixian did not dare to neglect at all. A wave-like cyan aura rolled outside the body and finally condensed, forming a blue fist all over the sky, blocking the man's entrance.
The man took out a long knife somewhere, his body was lowered, and his speed suddenly increased. He rushed forward, and the blood-colored knife quickly cut off.
Poo!
This knife just caught the weakest part of countless fists and broke the face, and the blood-red knife easily killed Duan Zhixian, which was incredibly fast.
Duan Zhixian, as an elite disciple of the Demon College, is in danger in the face of danger. There is also a flash of blue light in his hands. His arms quickly danced in the air, and the long pen has stabbed dozens of times in the air, each time it is extremely fast.
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Both of them fought in mid-air at a very fast speed. For a moment, Mars splashed everywhere, and powerful energy exploded like fireworks in the air. The last blow of Duan Zhixian was still able to shock the man back with his own level eight martial arts.
"It's good to catch my first knife!" When the man saw that he was forced back, he became interested for a moment. The blood-red knife was crisscrossed, like a huge must-kill net that enveloped Duan Zhixian.
Duan Zhixian held the middle of the long fence in his hand, and his hands kept rotating in the air, driving the long fence and dancing out a circular shield in the air, surrounding his whole body.
Desp> Despite this, the horrible blade still shook his whole body and his blood boiled.
Duan Zhixian's face changed, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit: "I have been defending, so that I will lose sooner or later. I can't do this!"
Suddenly, Duan Zhixian's breath became extremely unstable. His feet stepped on the ground fiercely, bringing dust all over the sky, and his whole body rose to the sky. At this time, a long lan in his hand quickly danced out of blue flowers.
Ninety-eight dances in a row can't stop: "Hundreds of flowers dance!"
The cyan flowers in the air suddenly rotated the next moment, with a sharp breath, and rushed to the man.
"Cut it!" A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, but he recovered in an instant. The blood-colored knife suddenly split, but unlike before, the knife seemed to be slow and fast, twisting the air around him, from top to bottom, from left to right, full of blood-red knives.
Like a dream demon, it makes people unable to tell which is illusory and which is real. A feeling of powerlessness rises from the bottom of Duan Zhixian's heart. It looks like an ordinary knife, but it contains more than ten years of hard work of others.
Every time the red knife flashes in the air, a blue flower will wither.
In a blink of an eye, more than 80 blues and whites were easily broken by the man.
The man who has had eighty-one knives looks a little pale, which is obviously too much for the consumption of aura.
How could Duan Zhixian let go of this good opportunity? He jumped at the man at a speed like an agile leopard.
The man's murderous spirit outside the body became stronger. The long knife waved again. Every move pointed to Duan Zhixian's fatal part, and Duan Zhixian was not easy to provoke. Every time he narrowly avoided the man's attack, and the two instantly fought together.
Boom!
Another violent collision sound, which is so amazing in this shocking battlefield.
The giant tiger wrapped around Zhao Tian's left arm has become depressed. It lay on the ground like a docile kitten, with a pair of ruby-like eyes looking at Zhao Tian with some prayers.
The clothes on the light demon beside him are also damaged. Although he did not suffer much damage, this alone is enough to clean his face.
However, Zhao Tian's clothes are not good, but it's just that the clothes are torn, and there is no trace of trauma on the body. The bite force of the giant tiger is only about 40,000. For ordinary third- and fourth-level martial artists, it is more than enough to rub, but for Zhao Tian, itching Itching is not enough.
However, before, Zhao Tian deliberately let the giant tiger bite his left arm in order to let the light demon relax his vigilance and attack himself.
Although the strength of the light demon has declined a lot, Zhao Tian can't make up for the decades of combat experience. It is impossible to kill in a short time, only to use some tips.
But beyond Zhao Tian's expectation, the sword spirit in his hand hit the light demon. When he was about to chase him, the light demon threw a silver ball in his hand and made a violent sound when he fell to the ground.
And the sound just now was the silver ball, which blew back Zhao Tian's body more than ten steps. Fortunately, Zhao Tian had a body protector and was not hurt, but his clothes were gone.
Seeing that Zhao Tian was intact before he came out of the explosion, the viciousness in the eyes of the light demon became stronger. The silver light bomb, but the Tianmo clan found a race that was good at building things in Wu Yunguo - the Moonlight clan.
The silver bullet created can blow up a fourth-level martial artist into a serious injury. If a third-level martial artist can directly kill him, even a fifth-level martial artist will suffer a lot of damage, but he never thought that Zhao Tian would suffer this blow and be like nothing.
"Is he a retoucher? Or the strength is beyond my imagination!" The light demon said secretly in his heart.
But it quickly denied the second idea. In the past few months, it has continuously improved so much that I can't believe it. There is only one explanation that it is physical cultivation.