Chapter 78 Prey and Hunters Next

Within a radius of nearly 100 meters, it was charred and black, and there were deep pits of broken wood everywhere.

"The big black flame burns the sky, and the fire dragon is addicted to the sky."

The old three are like black flames like waves. The whole person rises in the air, and the twisted ink flame like a snake is entangled into a huge fire dragon. Especially the pupil of the fire dragon is scarlet red. In the night, it is like two eye-catching lights, but the light is fierce.

With one punch, the black dragon rolled, the empty air wave floated, and the ground cracked.

The trained fireworks black dragon hit quickly in the air in a tortuous shape at an unimaginable and tricky angle. The fire waves all over the ground, like heavy pear arable land, dust flying, and the gullies are extremely deep.

This flame dragon is as dexterous and agile as a living creature.

Wu Pengwei stood on the ground with his feet. The speed of the flame dragon was beyond his imagination. It was strange and changeable. He didn't think about it at the moment. He suddenly cut it up with a knife, and Qing Zhan's knife rushed up like a glow, tearing the air.

At the end of the knife gas, the huge head of the fireworks dragon happened to appear. The ferocious teeth bit at the end of the knife gas, and the two hit each other and exploded with one touch.

Wu Pengwei, who held the arc knife in his hand, immediately snorted, and his chest felt like being struck by lightning.

He pulled back and retreated. When he retreated, the arc knife in his hand was like a wave, and he cut three knives straight forward.

One knife weighs more than one knife.

A knife is as fast as a knife.

One knife is more than one knife.

The angle of these three knives is completely different, and the knife spirit is strong, like a touch of light and splitting the airflow straight, extremely fierce.

At the same time, these three knives will also completely block the angle in front of him. If the other party wants to kill himself, he must first defeat these three knives.

"Boom"

Three dull sounds were short, and the flames burst. The black fireworks easily digested the knife light. The grinding disc-sized fist tore the knife curtain and bombarded Wu Pengwei's foothold. Unfortunately, the figure dissipated like debris, and the ground bombarded a large pit with a depth of ten meters.

"Daily, little beast, there is a kind of work with Laozi. He always runs around like a turtle. Do you have eggs?" The old third man's mountain-like physique appeared in the black flame. He clenched his hands, and the black flame on his fist was enchanting and extremely angry.

This is the ninth fierce fight with Wu Pengwei. Each fierce fight time is only fifty breaths. After fifty breaths, the latter will escape like the most cunning fox, leaving only a faint tail to decorate itself.

The fight time is not long, but the tracking time is extremely long. After each fierce fight, there will always be a tracking process of nearly four hours, which is long and annoying. For Lao San, he really doesn't understand what the boy is running around like a monkey. What's the point?

He is not his opponent at all.

In the process of every fierce fight, the other party will always show a trace of magical flame. It is a kind of strange fireworks that the third brother has never seen, but it can easily melt the "black heart flame" he has, which makes him itchy. The desire of irritability makes the third man extremely irritable and deep. Patience to think.

Therefore, the manic manic took the initiative to ignore the quiet change that took place during the nine fierce fights.

Wu Pengwei's attack is becoming more and more skillful. Both the knife intention and the knife spirit have reached a skillful state.

Originally, Lao San punched him, and the other party needed a few knives to crack it, and he often couldn't figure out the direction and angle. He fled awkwardly and was really hit several times. However, the boy was really strange. After a punch, he staggered up as if nothing had happened. At most, his face was red, but there was no trace of blood overflowing.

Lao San thinks that this boy must have a heavy treasure, which deepens his desire to kill the other party for the treasure.

In the six realms of mind, plunder is not a shameful thing, but a symbol of strength.

This desire made Lao San lose his mind, and he did not realize that the strength of the other party was constantly increasing. When the ninth fierce fight began, Wu Pengwei's knife had been able to barely resist Lao San's full blow.

This is a terrible change, but the surprise is reduced to a minimum in the process of boiling frogs in warm water, so that the third brother did not notice it at all.

Twenty meters away from Lao San, Wu Pengwei fell from the sky like a feather and fell on a thick branch. Next to the branch was a long gun wrapped in black cloth, shooting a little golden light.

"I'm sorry, fifty breaths have passed. If you want to kill me, don't lose me if you have the ability."

Wu Pengwei smiled faintly and pulled out his gun. He retreated like a fierce arrow, and opened a distance of 100 meters in an instant.

"Bunchild, you're here again. I'm so angry."

Lao San stamped his foot angrily and chased him again, and the fireworks all over his body converged. In the process of tracking the other party, he also understood that he wanted to restore the power of qi and blood consumed in the battle.

After the two went away, about a stick of incense, a thin man with a copper stick fell from the sky. He had a black face, and the common cigarette poles at the corners of his mouth disappeared. Looking at the mess of the ground, he squatted down and twisted a pile of dust on the ground. A cold burning sensation immediately spread at his fingertips. This is The unique feeling caused by Lao San's unique "black heart fire" burning objects.

"Mom, I just left again!"

The second brother cursed in a low voice. For a day and night in a row, he followed the traces of the two people. Every time, he could not find the battlefield soon after the end of the battle, which made him extremely irritable, but in addition to his irritability, a trace of doubt came to his mind.

What does such a short and frequent battle represent?

The second brother felt that there was a problem behind the battle, but he couldn't figure out the hidden meaning behind it. The quiet forest was hundreds of miles away and was very vast. The boss "threate the silver flute" to track Wu Pengwei in the opposite direction. Therefore, he had no chance to discuss with the boss at all.

He can only hope that he will rush to Lao San's side as soon as possible. The two work together. No matter how treacherous this boy is, he can clean it up, at least, there will be no accident.

But every time it is always empty. The other party's calculation is very exquisite. He is always found by himself less than a ray of incense after the end of the battle. On the one hand, this will make the second brother feel that he is getting closer and closer to the two and has the desire to track down. On the other hand, it seems to show a mockery.

I know you're tracking, but you just can't catch up.

This made the second brother's heart burn with anger. He was a calm person, but after being teased nine times, his mentality also had a new abnormality. He dropped the dust in his hand to the ground and suddenly swung the huge three-meter-long purple copper stick in his hand. One stick was lifted off, and the cyan bare gas rolled. Huge trees 100 meters away were broken at the same time.

"The big snake turned upside down."

The blue veins on the forehead of the second brother jumped up, twisting like an earthworm. That was a sign that his qi and blood power had been exerted to the extreme. The void above his head cracked, and the power of 42 real dragons rolled and stirred, and he violently hit the ground with the heavy stick in his hand.

"Boom............"

A strong and extreme airflow spread like a half arc. A hundred meters away, countless giant trees that were slowly falling suddenly rose to the sky.

At this time, the second brother shouted in a low voice, and his body rushed up like an arrow.

The copper stick in his hand was twisted like a snake, and a thick airflow spewed out at the top, wrapping these huge trees like a rope, and then superimposed on a towering giant tree beside him.

The dull sound came alternately.

Giant trees stand up like a stack of arhats. A moment later, a giant tree nearly 300 meters tall stands out in the gloomy silent forest.

At the top of the giant wood, where the wind is roaring, there is a slender second squatting.

The second brother held a purple copper stick and gasped for a moment to calm down the turbulent power of qi and blood in his body. There were still 42 real dragon lights and shadows roaring on the top of his head. These real dragons rotated and coiled around, forming a vacuum realm within five meters of the old two, and a trace of atmosphere could not penetrate.

The second brother narrowed his eyes, first took out the cigarette bag from his arms, lit the fire, and then slowly threw a look down at the silent forest under him.

At this moment, it is the daytime, and the hot golden sun fire boils the air like a stove, but in the same way, the luster will also expel all the darkness.

The gloomy silent forest can overlook a small half at the height of the second.

Only the cunning boy and the third brother stop to fight, and he will be seen by the second brother at the first time. At that time, he is no longer the fool who is led by the nose. The prey and the hunter will change their roles at the first time.

As soon as he thought of this, the second brother smiled, and the smoke from the corners of his mouth became more and more intense, but a pair of slightly narrow eyes after the fireworks also became more and more sharp.

........................

Wu Pengwei sat cross-legged at the top of a tree, breathing as deep as running water.

This time, he arrived at the next scheduled battlefield early, leaving Lao San away about half an hour away.

The third brother will find him. That guy is not stupid, but he is a little grumpy and doesn't like to think. I believe that the traces left along the way will be found by him.

Nine consecutive fierce fights have benefited Wu Pengwei a lot, which can be said to be a huge gain.

He suddenly feels proficient in the sword spirit and the meaning of the cutting method, but this is not the final goal of Wu Pengwei. For him, the cutting knife method is just a skill that has been copied by the "refinement of God". Although the power is strong, it is not a skill in the five hundred heavenly ways, but also a remnant, which is not worth in-depth study.

It is enough to master the knife meaning and skillfully control the knife spirit.

What he really pursues is his own way of fighting, combining the battle mode of refining the gods and the copying of skills.

"Refining God" is a wonderful method.

He can break the operation path of the other party's qi and blood in an instant, and when observing the opponent's attack, he can also see the strength of the distribution of qi and blood. If it is only the weakest weakness of the opponent's attack, there is no doubt that Wu Pengwei's refining is enough to make him proud of the heroes.

At least, that third brother is not enough.

Unfortunately, it takes time to launch the refining of Shenjue, and the smart martial artists will constantly change their moves and angles in the attack. The so-called trick is to use both virtual and real. In the cruel six realms of divine thoughts, all warriors who are experienced in fighting are well t-in-in-a-a-a-life way.

The refining spirit can break the weakness in the move, but it can't judge whether the other party is a false move, not to mention that it takes a certain amount of time to launch.

The two come together, which makes the alchemy almost become a chicken rib in the life-and-death battle.

Integrating the refining spirit into the fight has become a deadly means of attack, which is the ultimate goal of Wu Pengwei.

He was very lucky. The continuous day and night of fierce fighting, digestion and meditation made Wu Pengwei find a trick to integrate the alchemy into the battle, which made him happy inexplicably. When the ninth fierce battle, he found that he could indeed perform the alchemy in the battle. Of course, he was not skilled and very astringent.

But at least, it can be connected with your own attacks.

To be truly proficient, it takes a long time and a lot of fighting experience.

calm the qi and blood, take out four wonderful elixirs from the arms, swallow them into the abdomen, digest them, and recover all the injuries caused by the previous fierce fight with Lao San.

A moment later, there was a harsh sound of tree cracking in front of me.

Wu Pengwei opened his eyes and saw that the third man's burly body was pressed like a hill. At his head, forty real dragon lights and shadows were ferociously twisted.

"Kid, I didn't expect that I caught you so soon this time." Lao San smiled ferociously, and his eyes were burning with crazy light. At this moment, he was like a cold stove, with his body as the center, and the temperature within half a meter was low to an unimaginable state. Anyone who entered it, even a small dust would be burned into ashes by the fireworks.

Wu Pengwei glanced at him, stood up, tossed the ground with the "sea-burning gun" in his hand, and said faintly, "Ten."

Lao San was slightly stunned and immediately became furious: "The seedless bastard, seeing that I was really angry, he actually fixed the time at ten breaths, bastard..."

Wu Pengwei interrupted his words coldly.

"I only prepared ten breaths, but this time I will kill you, and I will definitely kill you in ten breaths."

(It's even later today, sweat, and there is another chapter to be sent at noon tomorrow. Please forgive me.)