Chapter 21 Chrysanthemum Disabled, Injury on the Ground

"Silver Dragon!" There was a man's angry shout in the pit, and then there was only a loud dragon roar in the pit. Suddenly, a huge silver dragon broke out of the earth and rushed directly into the Luo River. The silver dragon was so fast that Luohe had no time to dodge at all. His body was directly hit by the silver dragon. Then the silver dragon suddenly opened and swallowed Luohe.

"Silver Dragon Nine Turns, Explosion!" The silver dragon rushed into the air and suddenly emitted a strong energy fluctuation, and then a violent explosion occurred in the air. The energy shock wave generated by the explosion blew away all the tents of the Tang military camp, and many soldiers were also blown all over the sky, causing countless injuries.

Wu Zhao has been watching it not far away. At this time, although there was a trace of worry on her face, it was not obvious. I think Luohe was not very damaged.

As soon as the handsome man noticed that he was motionless, he heard a low shout from Luohe behind him: "Youlong gossip palm, sixty-four palms!"

The handsome man only felt that he was in a strange gossip array, but Luohe's palm was overwhelming. At first, the handsome man could still dodge, but he was a little embarrassed.

"One hundred and twenty-eight palms!" Luohe's palm is faster, and his body changes more quickly, which makes people unable to guard against it. Finally, the handsome man's face was rubbed against Luohe's little finger, and then a huge force came from his lower abdomen. The handsome man only felt that his body was paralyzed in an instant.

"Three hundred and sixty-one palms!" Luohe opened the "opening door" to the maximum extent, which can be said to have tried his best. The handsome man was completely bombarded by Luohe in the gossip array and had no power to fight. "Bagua breaks the mountain!" The last palm of Luohe hit the handsome man's heart. The huge impact directly penetrated the handsome man's body and bombarded a ditch about 50 meters long behind him!

The handsome man's face was surprised, and his eyes were also a little lax, and then slowly fell down. Luo He actually wanted to attack again. He found that the move did not cause much damage to the handsome man, but caused his short-term mobility difficulties. It was not until this time that Luo Hefang knew that this wandering dragon gossip palm could not have a good effect in the battle with the strong, because his lethality was too small.

However, Luohe was powerless at this time. It should have consumed too much of the aura of heaven and earth in his body in an instant, resulting in a brief pause in Luohe. When Luohe gradually recovered, the handsome man had stood up, and a ferocious look appeared on the handsome man's face. He was no longer elegant and would no longer underestimate the enemy.

"Luohe, I will definitely send you to hell today!"

"Hey, I don't know who will go down!" Luo He shouted loudly and held the non-moving dragon stick in his hand again. Luo He knew that at present, only this motionless dragon stick can really hurt the man in front of him. There is no need to think that this person must have been sent by heaven. There must be some fairy's protective weapon on him, otherwise he would not be safe after such a fierce attack by Luo River.

In fact, Luohe was wrong. It was not the handsome man An'en, but the internal injury he suffered. The damage caused by Youlong's gossip palm is all internal injuries, which can't be seen on the outside. At this time, the handsome man is suppressing the serious injury in his body. If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have vomited blood and died. In many cases, although the internal injury is more serious than the external injury, the external injury is more obvious at the critical moment of life and death. After all, it is better for you to cut off his hands directly if you beat a person into an internal injury.

The handsome man did not speak any more, but slowly closed his eyes. At this time, Luohe found that the blue light on his body suddenly flourished, and then a very horrible breath swept over. Luo He found that the handsome man slowly took out a very small knife from his arms, which looked like a fruit knife, but the fruit knife exuded an extremely sharp and bloody smell.

"You should feel honored that you are the first person in 500 years to force me to use a Shura knife. Of course, if my power had not been sealed and the priesthood had been withdrawn, you would have turned into a pile of mustard. Luohe, die, there must be countless hungry ghosts waiting to eat your body and soul!" The handsome man seemed to easily throw a fruit knife at Luohe. Well, it should be a Shura knife. As soon as the Shura knife came out, it disappeared. As soon as Luo He inhaled the air into his body, a burst of heartache came from his shoulder. When Luohe turned his head to look, there was a sharp pain in his right foot. In the next few seconds, Luohe's body had become full of holes. The Shura knife attacked Luohe's body at a speed that ordinary people could not see, and Luohe could not avoid it.

"Close the door, open the door!" Although there were not many auras left in his body, Luohe still opened the three doors of "open, rest and give birth" with all his strength. As a result of the three doors, Luohe directly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and then his body disappeared. The next second Luohe appeared behind the handsome man.

"No, no matter how fast you are, even if you have the somersault cloud of the Great Sage, you can't avoid my Shura knife." The handsome man didn't care about Luohe's sneak attack at all. He knew that Luohe had no chance to take action at all, because when Luohe took action, Luohe's blood had dried up.

Luohe did not talk nonsense. Although his body was suffering from the continuous scraping of the Shura knife, and although he was in pain, Luohe still endured it and immediately shouted angrily, "Don't move the dragon stick, grow quickly!"

"Bang!" The motionless dragon stick instantly rose from the bottom of the handsome man, and its body was still very thin, with a diameter of only a few millimeters. Well, Luohe is shameless, but Luohe is shameless, because the motionless dragon stick directly pierced into a part of the handsome man's buttocks called **, and then in the blink of an eye, the motionless dragon stick penetrated through the top of the handsome man's head.

"You..." The handsome man didn't understand until he died when Luo He ambush there without moving the dragon stick.

The handsome man was physically damaged, and the Shura knife naturally fell down. Luohe naturally put the Shura knife into his arms with the mentality of being cheap and not picking up idiots. At this moment, the green light on Luohe's body has been lax, and he also sat on the ground because of his weakness, but there was a triumphant smile on his face: "Hey hey, do you want to know why? I really want to, don't want to, beg me, beg me, hahaha, even if you beg me - hum, I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I won't sue you! You, you, you!"

Luohe finally shamelessly sang the theme song of a cartoon when he was a child. The handsome man spit out a mouthful of blood and fell vertically to the ground. In fact, he was not stabbed to death by the immortal dragon stick, but by Luo He. The first person in history to be pissed off by Luohe, a master of the Mahayana period, alas, it's sad and lamentable.

"Gong." At this time, Wu Zhao hurried over and helped Luo He up. Luo He naturally took a sip of Wu Zhao's face and smiled weakly, "Luo'er, I'm still very fierce..."

Luohe's word "ba" came out, and he was shocked to find that the sky above his head suddenly surged, and the originally gloomy sky suddenly opened, and countless colorful glows came. At this time, a figure of a goddess who looked exactly like Wu Zhao was projected, with a smile on her face and a smile that made Luo He feel inexplicable.

"Who are you?"

The goddess looked at Luohe meaningfully with a smile. She didn't say anything, just looked at Luohe. Luo He didn't know why, but at this moment, there was an unprecedented panic in his heart. When Luo He found the source of this panic, he found that the martial arts around him also glowed with colorful clouds.

"Zhaoer!" Luo He hugged Wu Zhao tightly, but soon he was pushed away by the colorful glow. Luo He sat weakly on the ground and watched Wu Zhao's body slowly fly up. Wu Zhao's eyes were full of tears. She said in a voice that only Luohe could hear: "The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers easy to fall. Xiaofeng is dry, tears are scarred, and he wants to take care of his mind, and he talks obliquely. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People are different. Today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The horns are cold, the night is dim, afraid of being asked, and crying and pretending to be happy. Conceal, conceal, conceal!"