Chapter 41 Assistant (Three Explosion!)

"The wind and thunder are endless!"

He shouted, and his whole body suddenly contracted, as if he had been absorbed by a huge container, and all gathered in his palms in a flash!

A click, the lightning powerful wind and thunder ball has suddenly formed from between the palms and above the sword body.

With just a pinch of your hands, this sword will definitely turn into powder!

"Your Excellency is really awesome!"

Luo Xiaofan praised secretly, and the sword spirit suddenly extended!

Since you hold me and don't move, you can't move!

In this case, the black boss hidden in the sword body is silent. It seems that this sword will never be destroyed in his hands so easily. In this case, why not try hard?

Yan Yueming couldn't scream well, and she couldn't dodge on the side of her face. She had already cut her cheek and had an extra sword wound!

"Break!"

Yanyue rose furiously, and her hands were fierce. Unexpectedly, she could not hear the expected sound of choking and cracking!

Looking down, he couldn't help but be stunned!

The hard sword twisted in his wind and thunder ball. Although the sword body rotated several times, there was no sign of breaking!

This is by no means a soft sword.

But after any hard sword is twisted into a spiral, even if it is not broken, it is a waste wood.

"Hahahaha!"

Yan Yueming laughed all over, scattered the wind and thunder on the sword, and shook her hands in the air, and the wind and thunder rose again!

Unexpectedly, the sword is like a huge spring that has been suppressed for a long time. The more force it takes to twist it, the greater the rebound will be!

In the sound, although the wind and thunder staggered to resist, Yan Yueming still flew backwards. When his body fell, the skirt on his chest had been completely broken into powder, revealing a blur of flesh and blood!

"Bad boy!"

Yan Yueming glanced at the wound coldly, and the anger in her chest could no longer be suppressed. She screamed like crazy and rushed again!

"Hmm! Where are you going today?

A blood rainbow slowly poked out a pair of blood-red dry strange hands from the green sleeves. A pair of gray poisonous hands of dead grass have also made moves, and six of the world's top meat palms have sealed all his retreats!

"Ha!"

The two-horned demon god's eyes are horizontal. Do these people think they are joking or coming to watch?

Wave the golden sword!

Luo Xiaofan is in the virtual shadow, and the great demon god is outside the entity!

"Bahuang asked!"

With a shout, two figures, one large and one small, made moves at the same time, and the body rotated in the air. Ten thousand sword-shaped true qi peeled away from the two invisible rotating bodies, forming a sword array that enveloped the whole audience.

"Drink!"

The sword move has been completed!

Wanjian sweeping, wind and thunder hand? Poisonous hand? Bloody hands? No matter how murderous it is, it can't help getting benefits!

The jingle is endless. Four figures have shaken away!

When the four leaders saw that the five people were openly besieging a descendant disciple, they couldn't stand it and wanted to do it for a long time. Even if it led to a good and evil scuffle, they would not hesitate! The Tiger God suddenly made a stop gesture, signaling them to continue watching the battle.

Sure enough, seeing that the three of them besieged and fought evenly, the four heads couldn't help cheering at the same time. Three of the Fenglei five people joined hands to besiege a junior, but they can't attack it. The longer it takes, won't it make people all over the world laugh?

He was as thin as a disease, and his hands in white finally raised his wrists at the same time, revealing his hands.

broken hand.

The wrist was cut off, and his broken hand - he didn't even have a hand?

Luo Kuang couldn't stand it for a long time and said angrily, "Three against one has exceeded the limit of my patience."

Feng Yu coughed softly and gave him a blank look.

This boy is like crushing an ant. Don't deserve to do it yourself.

Sen Wuzhen saw that his disciple was about to take action, not to mention winning the wind and hatred, hoping that he could draw and see a lot of long faces for the righteous Xuanzhu, so he took the sword at his waist and said, "Apprentice, take the sword!"

Luo Kuang saw that the master of the leader drew his sword to help him, and his heart was suddenly overjoyed. He took it, and the sword flashed. It has stopped the footsteps of Feng Yu's hatred.

"This sword - is the sword of the successive leaders of Xuanzhuguan [Senluo Wanxiang]. Although I don't know which is better or worse than Jiuxiaoyun, it should be enough to kill you, right?

After saying the body method, step method and heart method, swordsmanship magic spells, unfold overwhelmingly!

Feng Yu was stunned and was beaten and retreated!

Feng Yu hates and scolds secretly: This is not good. Although these people are not regrettable to die, if the three people can't besiege the stinky boy, the reputation of the five people will be defeated here today! I just wanted to go over and help the three people. I made a move to end the boy's life, but one suddenly rushed out of the other and blocked him!

Luo Kuang had everything in his hand, and he couldn't use a pair of broken hands in the fierce sword net. For a while, he also had the upper hand, and he had to put his last hope in the woman's hand. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Xuan Han's hand like a cold ice mountain, standing still, and then lost his voice and shouted, "Five sister!"

Binglan's eyes fell on Dugu's virial knife. I don't know how long I have been fascinated. At this moment, he was awakened by shouting and said coldly, "Who are you?"

Dugu said angrily, "I haven't asked who you are yet? Can you secretly learn the stunts of Hancheng?

Under the veil, Binglan couldn't help flashing a trace of hesitation and said, "Are you a disciple of Hancheng?"

"Exact!"

Binglan couldn't help burning with anger. If this boy is really a disciple of the cold city, why is this knife in his hand? Could it be that the man... has died in the cold city?

"Come on!"

Bing Lan suddenly took action, which was the skill of the cold city!

"Crane Dance!"

The phantom is like a crane, and the air is like ice.

The coldness of the pavement can't help but remind Dugu of the ancestral master of Yunfeng who fought against the evil Buddha on that day. The strength shown by this bitch will never let the ancestor of that day be half!

There was a bang in Dugu Youwei's mind, and the 1003 Hancheng suddenly poured into his mind. Which move should he take?

It seems that Yang Gucheng's teacher's instruction suddenly came to my ear: "There are too many moves. It's better to be omnipotent with just one move."

"Cut your head!"

Dugu's body was stunned, and his bloodless body flew into the air. The next moment, the knife had crossed the wind and snow, crossed the barrier, and cut into Binglan's neck!

Shouing? How dare you cut your head with one move?

"Sum--

Bing Lan trembled all over in a trance and almost died under this move. There is a gorgeous red color on the neck.

Blood slipped down the narrow blade and dripped to the ground. The knife body is spotless again - bloodless.

The blood was not stained with blood, and it made a shocking dragon. It seemed that finally saw the blood enlightened.

Dugu Youwei sighed secretly: Unfortunately, my baby, I saw blood for the first time, but I couldn't cut my head.

"Who the hell are you?"

Bing Lan stared at Dugu Yuwei fiercely and scolded.

"Who am I?" Dugu Youwei put the tip of the knife to the ground, patted his chest and looked up to the sky and said, "I'm the son of the hero Dugu!"