Chapter 8 Don't Move the Dragon Stick
Just as Pei Jingxuan's hand was about to touch the rock, a cold sword came. Pei Jingxuan had no choice but to stop. At the same time, he suddenly stepped in the air and dodged. The flying sword circled in the air and then flew back to Ma Linghan's hand. At this time, Ma Linghan had stopped Pei Jingying's body and blocked Pei Jingying's way.
Pei Jingxuan's face was not annoyed, but showed a trace of joking: "Hey, I've heard that you are a woman who is a piece of ice for others, but in Lin Zhongxin's arms, you are like teasing iron. I heard that you used to have a fiance, but later, because you were looked down by Lin Zhongxin and asked you to withdraw from marriage, you were allowed to worship the Xuanxin sect. Tut, it's really worthy of being a woman in the Han Empire. They are all so shameless and cheap.
"Well said!" Without waiting for any reaction from Lin Zhongxin and Ma Linghan, Luo He's voice suddenly sounded. At this time, everyone found that Luohe had changed, and the momentum on his body became extremely fierce. His eyes were like thousands of swords and knives, as if they could cut people thousands of knives in a moment.
"Humble thing, that's what you can say!" Lin Zhongxin shouted angrily. He angrily broke away from the imprisonment of the four women, and the sword in his hand turned into a beam of light and shot at the Luo River.
"Brother, hide!" Although he only knew Luo He for a few minutes, Pei Jingxuan felt that Luohe was worth making friends and immediately said something to help him.
However, everyone is not optimistic about Luohe. After all, Luohe is just a small martial artist, and Lin Zhongxin's face even showed a cruel smile. However, the next second, everyone was terrified to find that the streamlight penetrated just a shadow.
"There he is!" When someone pointed out where Luohe was, Luohe was already standing under the rock, and his hand had been placed on the trembling rock. However, to everyone's surprise, the trembling rock slowly stopped at this time, and then the rock dissipated like powder mustard.
When others didn't know why, only Pei Jingying patted his forehead and said annoyedly, "Srianders compete with each other to make profits!" Good boy, you actually calculated it!"
"Hey, humble things, this word is really well used." Luohe ignored Pei Jingxuan. He just lowered his head and no one saw Luohe's expression, but it is not difficult to judge from the high and low fierce momentum on Luohe. At this moment, Luohe's mood is very unstable.
"Do not move the dragon stick, now!" Luohe's right hand suddenly grasped, and the dissipated rock disappeared in an instant, condensing into a stick about 1.7 meters long, five-finger-sized. The dragon on this stick is lifelike. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that the dragon relief is faintly shining with golden streamer. The most interesting thing is that people found that a Panlong pattern slowly appeared in the eyebrows of Luohe at this time, but that pattern was just fleeting, but many people still saw it, among which the strangest expression was Lin Zhongxin.
"Boom!" Luohe just gently put the dragon stick on the ground, and the peaks under his feet trembled slightly.
"This, this is impossible. How can a humble warrior be recognized by this ancient god!" Lin Zhongxin's shouts were full of strong unwillingness.
"Hey, how humble I have, you will know right away." Luohe suddenly looked up, and everyone only felt a flower in their eyes, and the Luohe people had disappeared.
"Bang!" Before the upper eyelids of the eyes touched the lower eyelids, Luohe waved the motionless dragon stick in his hand and directly hit Lin Zhongxin hundreds of meters away. The roaring sound even preached a few miles away, and everyone was shocked to find that there was a strong shock wave where Luohe's stick hit him. Fortunately, Lin Zhongxin had Fairy armor protects the body, otherwise he may have reported to the Lord of Hell now.
Lin Zhongxin's body is still floating in the air, wearing a golden armor on his upper body, which looks majestic. However, the sharp-eyed person still found that there was a slight crack on the golden armor.
"Who the hell are you!?" Lin Zhongxin was obviously shocked by Luohe's strength. On the surface, Luohe's strength is just a realm of "martial realm", and for immortals, it is just an ant-like existence. However, at present, this extremely humble warrior almost threatened his life, and the combat effectiveness he showed has far exceeded the "martial realm". As for what level it is, he can't explain.
Luo He took a look at Lin Zhongxin, and then pouted to Ma Linghan not far away. The teasing soon bloomed: "Ask her, she knows who I am."
When Luo He said this, everyone turned their eyes to Ma Linghan. However, Ma Linghan herself was also very puzzled. She frowned tightly and had never seen such a strange person in her memory.
"Why, can't you think of it?" Luo He shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said with a smile, "In this case, the young master will tell you that I am the second brother of the Luo family in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty. Huh, hehe."
With Luohe's laughter, everyone found that the unmoving dragon stick in Luohe's hand emitted a stronger earthy yellow light. Then, Luohe roared at Ma Linghan: "That's--" Speaking of this, Luohe's voice suddenly broke off. In the blink of an eye, Luohe people suddenly appeared behind Lin Zhongxin. Lin Zhongxin didn't dodge, and he heard a shout throughout his ear - "Luohe!"
"Bang!"
Like playing baseball, Luohe directly smashed Lin Zhongxin into the soil with a stick, and even the surrounding land collapsed a few meters, while Luohe fell lightly on a stone less than 100 meters away from Lin Zhongxin.
"What a sharp weapon!" Pei Jingxuan looked at the motionless dragon stick in Luohe's hand and his eyes lit up, but the ancient magic soldier had recognized the Lord, so he could only sigh with saliva.
"Is this sharp?" Luo He looked at Pei Jingxuan with a demonic smile on his face, "Do you know why it can't be called a dragon stick?"
Pei Jingxuan shook his head and then asked, "Why?"
"Long (zhǎngcháng)!" At the order of Luo He, the motionless dragon stick became longer in an instant, and the root directly hit Lin Zhongxin's face, who had spit out a liter of blood on the ground.
"Brother Lin!" Ma Linghan and other sectmen hurriedly surrounded Luohe. One of the young men fell beside Lin Zhongxin and wanted to remove the non-moving dragon stick, but with his cultivation, even if he tried his best, he could not move the dragon stick at all.
Luohe seemed to exist as if the surrounding Xuanxin Sect did not exist. He just explained to Pei Jingxuan: "If you don't move the dragon stick, there are two hidden points, that is, 1016 catties. It is one of the four pillars of Nuwa's killing the Xuangui to the sky. If you don't move, you will reach the sky. If you move, the wind will wind will roll up. , earthquake and tsunami. There is a dragon attached to this stick, so it doesn't move the dragon stick.
"It's really an ancient god!" Pei Jing's face was full of regret, but he had no choice. He knew that since Luohe stood here so fearlessly to explain to him, Luohe must have a backhand and was absolutely not afraid of others robbing his weapons.
"Luo, Luohe, are you really Luohe?" Ma Linghan, who had been silent, seemed to finally remember the appearance of Luohe at the beginning. At the same time, she was close to distinguish the voice of Luohe, which finally made her a little sure that the person in front of her was the waste of the Luo family.
"Hmm." Luo He sneered at Ma Linghan. The next second, his body suddenly leaned back and directly avoided a streamer suddenly stabbed. The streamer rushed out, turned half a circle in the air and came back, shooting at the door of the Luo River again.
"Look for death!" Luo He shouted angrily, and the dragon stick in his hand suddenly waved and hit it directly on the streamer. The middle man only heard a crisp sound of fragmentation, and then the streamer differentiated into countless fragments and shot at Lin Zhongxin, who had just stood up.