Chapter 216 The battle is in full

What a Gan Ping. Since he has decided to take action, he is merciless and has all the means under one blow. First, he shouted loudly to deter his heart, and then showed the golden light method and unexpectedly came to Mo Yehua, releasing the fire in his sleeve to stop Mo Yeqing, and stabbed Mo Yehua with his sword. Although he was injured, Gan Ping was confident and killed these two blind guys without defense.

This is the self-confidence in his bones. Along the way, in the face of Feng Xingyuan, Bu Yizhen, and finally the world-class demon immortals who are capable of cultivation, Gan Ping has escaped one by one. In front of him, the two small golden elixirs are still in the initial stage, and they are also based on the foundation, like a guy with fake elixir strength. How can he see it? If the blood god knife had fallen asleep, he would have flown out with a knife. As a result, how could these two guys allow them to make noise here?

The sound of the mountain sword was majestic, and the endless killing had locked the Mo Yehua. The sharp tip of the sword pointed straight to his eyebrows. Obviously, Gan Ping wanted to break his soul and kill him on the spot under this blow. Although the foundation is floating, and although it does not pay attention to quenching, the Jindan monk is still a Jindan monk. He was suddenly seized by Gan Ping and grabbed the opportunity. This Mo Yehua was slightly distracted at first, but when the sword blade was already full of his face, he had already reacted, and a fierce roar bounced to the sword front of the mountain sword. .

Seeing that he came to his senses, Gan Ping sighed in his heart, turned his wrist, and the sharp blade cut to Mo Yehua's finger. He originally planned to grab people first and kill him with one blow. However, after all, this man's cultivation is extraordinary. Since he wakes up, it is impossible to kill this blow. Since Gan Ping, who is determined to kill like this, immediately changed his direction. The sword spirit is scattered, the blade passes everywhere, and the blue light is like a butterfly flying around, abruptly stirringly to Mo Yehua's right palm.

If you can't kill with one blow, then retreat and cut off one of his arms. Although he is a master of Jindan, if he loses an arm, his combat power will be greatly reduced. The blade of the mountain sword turned over, and Mo Yehua screamed and cut through the sky. The whole right arm turned into a mass of flesh and blood in the sharp sword gas of Gan Ping, splashing around. Mo Yehua screamed, and the black clouds rolled around him. In an instant, he retreated dozens of feet and howled.

The Bixin Fairy, who was watching the battle, had already lost her face. She didn't expect that the handsome teenager was so cruel and merciless. As soon as she looked at her face, the killer showed up and cut off the murderer's arm. Looking at this teenager who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, he is similar to himself, but this decisive heart is unmatched by himself. If he had just changed his own words, he would definitely return to the same place with one blow, and the teenager actually risked the golden master's desperate counterattack and abruptly cut off his arm, which was really brave.

Not to mention how the Bixin Fairy looked at Gan Ping with Venus in her eyes, Gan Ping, who won the hand, did not stop. He resisted the severe pain of pulling the injury on his body and flew to catch up. The place where the sword front pointed was Mo Yehua, who was seriously injured and panicked.

Mo Yeqing, who was still suspicious, immediately forgot to come over when he heard his brother's screams, and his heart couldn't help burning with anger, "Kid, I'm going to tear you up!" Mo Yeqing was reborn with anger in his chest. He didn't expect that the ants pinched at will in his eyes were so strong, and he hurt his brother's arm. Although the Moye brothers were extremely vicious and did all kinds of evil, they grew up together and experienced human white eyes together. They had long been dependent on each other to help each other. Now they see themselves. The twin brother was actually beheaded by Gan Ping. Mo Yeqing's heart was already furious and full of murder.

"Kid, I'm going to tear you to pieces, swallow you up, and dispel the hatred in my chest--" Mo Yeqing's face was ferocious, gritted his teeth and scolded. Looking at Gan Ping chasing Mo Yehua reluctantly, he quickly flashed his body to save his brother. There was a gust of evil wind on his face. The golden shadow had entangled him and could not get rid of him.

Huoer's Juntian stick is a magic weapon re-refined by Gan Ping. The whole body of Xuanbing is cast by the heavy evil gold. It is unusually hard, and with dozens of rare materials, the magic array is depicted in it. Because this mysterious soldier is made of evil gold, this evil gold is difficult to integrate the true element, so Gan Ping does not portray too many magic arrays, but can make this magic weapon change at will. The greatest power of this weapon is its horrible weight.

More than 30,000 catties of stick were made by the amazing fire. Anyone who touched a stick would be stunned. After the fire used the silent Zhenyan quenching body, the strength surged, and then a drop of witch blood was refined, and the body was even more solid. The previous body, which had changed due to quenching, shrank again, the size of the palm. The monkey, waving an iron bar several feet long, is ridiculous.

However, Mo Yeqing did not think so. The little monkey in front of him was simply a strong pervert. The power of each blow shocked his liver and courage. The originally broken bones trembled violently by this shock, and it was difficult to heal with the repair ability of his Jindan monk. Mo Yeqing sadly found that he was like a ball. He was used as a toy by the little monkey with a hippie smile. He waved the iron rod in his hand and flew around. Moreover, there was a wonderful fluctuation at the top of the giant stick. Every time he hit his hands and feet and red snake blade, the cracks on it would be increased. Obviously, it doesn't take a few times, and the mysterious soldier in his hand will be reimbursed.

When Gan Ping cast this uniform stick, he even cast several gold hoop refined by spiritual gold on the top of the stick, which depicts the broken array of the self-conjugated blood knife. At present, this magic array is really effective. The Xuanbing in Mo Yeqing's hand has reached the fifth grade, but under the attack of fire, there has been a precursor of collapse.

A fierce roar came from the side, waking up Mo Yeqing trapped in the shadow of the stick. Not far away, there were already dark clouds rolling, and the energy overflowed, and the sword spirit was scattered all over, scratching the ground with very deep traces. It turned out that Mo Yehua, who cut a white arm, was stimulated to be fierce. He fought with Gan Ping crazily. Although he had lost an arm, the only remaining hand held the bronze wheel, and the other flywheel rotated around and attacked Ganping from time to time. The wound of the broken arm on his body had stopped bleeding, and the dark cloud turned into a barrier around. Although it was at a disadvantage, it was enough to protect itself.

Seeing that he had nothing to do in the ground, Mo Yeqing couldn't help but feel at ease and stabilized his mind. He couldn't help scolding himself for miscalculation. Obviously, the damn monkey in front of him was extremely powerful, and the weapon in his hand was extremely fierce enough to hurt himself. However, he was confused because of the previous changes. He didn't take out the magic weapon, but he just fought with the monkey and was really dizzy.

With a shrill exit, Mo Yeqing waved his sword and opened the Juntian stick that attacked him. With a wave of his hand, a miserable green cloud of negative measurement and green oil shrouded his body. It is the Biyun Five Poison Barriers that he refined to protect his body, just like the dark clouds of his brother Mo Yehua, which is an extremely vicious protective weapon. The dark cloud-shaped magic weapon of Mo Yehua is made of thousands of years of corpse gas, coupled with the earth's heart, lungs, fire and black smoke. Together with this blue cloud five poison barrier, it is a magic weapon that is extremely damaged. It is specially defiled with the body of monks, which is extremely strange.

Protecting his body, Mo Yeqing rubbed his hands, counted the green thunder and flew to the fire on the ground. At the same time, more than a dozen small blood-red forks flew up in the air and rushed straight down. Obviously, Mo Yeqing has found the trick to fight with Huoer. He tried not to fight with it. He flashed and moved all the magic weapons, and couldn't wait to kill this hateful monkey at once. Bixin screamed on the side. The fire was cute and cute. Bixin saw the little star that had been full of its eyes for a long time. Now that it saw it in distress, how could it not worry? I just hate that I have been hit by the black light of Mo Yeqing, and I can't move, otherwise I will definitely protect this cute little monkey.

What she didn't expect was that when Huo heard her scream, she turned around and made a grimace. She completely ignored several magic weapons from the top of her head, but raised her hand, and a layer of solid armor appeared on the small monkey's body, covering it tightly and airtight. Seeing this scene, Bixin's cherry mouth opened wide, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. Although most of the spirit beasts have extremely high spiritual intelligence, most of the monsters that can use magic weapons to fight with people are monsters that have transformed into human shapes. It is the first time that these levels are like monks that use magic weapons.

Mo Yeqing, who thought he had won the blow, couldn't help but feel depressed. He didn't expect that this little thing was so tricky. In the meantime, the thunder was blown by the little monkey, and all of them were smashed, turning into wisps of stinky smoke. And more than half of the dozen flying forks were also intercepted, and three flying forks circled behind the fire, but they were hit by the solid armor one by one, leaving no trace. Mo Yeqing couldn't help but be angry about it. The armor on the monkey's body is too strong. I don't know what kind of character this boy is. Unexpectedly, he used this material to create armor for a spiritual pet. Isn't it disgusting? Such materials are more than enough to make a top-quality flying sword. At present, it is just the armor of a spirit beast. Looking at Mo Yeqing with a twisted face, and then looking at the jumping fire, Bixin almost forgot the pain on her body and giggled heartlessly.