Chapter 61 Colorful Wings Flying

Yun Zheng, who is struggling to kill in this fashion, is also curious. If this beautiful girl is vulnerable, his plan to laugh at the master's fight and collect profits will fail, and his things will be given to others for free, but Yun Zheng can't figure out what this thing is.

What's more, if this beauty disaster dies like this, he will feel very sorry. Even if it is a ten-time multiple-choice question for Yun Zheng, he also chose the monk to die and live, but the holy monk is so violent, how can the beauty counterattack and win?

The holy monks of Tianwu Temple, unlike other martial arts, specialize in a kind of earth martial arts called Sunday. Sunday comes from the scorching sun. It can be used and taken at any time in the world. It does not need a unique spiritual vein. However, it is necessary for practitioners to practice hard. They must starve their skin and strain their muscles and bones. The hot sun quenches their muscles and bones, which is like purgatory-like torture, casting a fierce fighting power.

The broken peak strength of the five-stage warrior was vividly interpreted by him.

The fire was surrounded by flames, and the iron staff burned red, but the lion sitting down became more and more pure. The robe floats in the fire, like the wings of a black strange bird. I'm afraid no one can stop him from moving forward...

"Get out of here!" Commander Fu, with a masked helmet, roared hoarsely, and his iron arm swept over and overturned two black cavalry warriors in front of him. At this moment, in the face of Yun Zheng's massacre of the black cavalry, only this captain has the ability to turn the tide.

After years of training and painstaking efforts, ten martial arts team members with more than one stage of cultivation were defeated by Yun Zheng's knife, and Commander Fu's teeth were about to be broken. If it weren't for the damn bald head suddenly launched a wild attack and disrupted his own deployment, could Yun Zheng be so easy to take the lead?

Is this luck? Isn't luck a kind of strength? Commander Fu has to face such a problem. Is it because his subordinates are too waste? It's also a period of local martial arts, and ten are no match for one. Such a fool deserves to be called a martial artist?

The remaining black cavalry warriors were injured in different cases and fled. Yun Zheng finally faced Commander Fu, who was like an iron tower and his head was like an iron can, and only showed two cold and shining eyes.

This is an angry killing machine, which brings extreme danger to Yun Zheng's pressure, just like ten thousand knives at the same time. Seeing this monster-like leader Fu, a long sickle-shaped weapon slowly pulled out of the Tibetan ring has always been the equipment that only Death has in Yunzheng's memory. At this time, he appeared in the hands of the enemy, and immediately felt suppressed to explode.

Death can vent!

The giant sickle in the palm of the black tower rose high, and a dark red flame instantly ignited the giant sickle...

The blazing fire controlled the red-flamed glazed lion leaping into the air, the iron rod swept across the sky, and the flames crossed the sky. Jing Se jumped back and withdrew the exquisite horse, and instantly broke the yellow inscription scroll in his palm. A huge yellow stone shield unfolded in the air, like a hill in front of the fire.

Boom——

The iron rod hits the shield, bursting out a huge flame.

The huge stone shield burst, fragments flew across, and a stone rain fell around the cold pool.

Lei, the head of the Lei family, who was bathed in gravel rain with an iron shield, climbed up the hillside without fear, followed by more than a hundred fearful bandits. It is the usual style of people like them to take advantage of the fire to rob and get corn from the fire. They can't but come to this scene when they watch the immortals fight and pick up the leaks of both sides. Lei is fearless, this is fate.

Commander Fu, who pressed step by step, suddenly fell into trouble at this time, and cut off the giant sicklehead burning with dark red flames, bringing heart-burning pain to Yun Zheng, which seemed to be brought by the devil in hell.

when——

Yun Zheng's long knife flirted with his stubborn heart and fought hard to withstand the blow of the giant sickle. The electric light and flame collided with dazzling brilliance at the junction of the weapon. The powerful pressure made Yun Zheng's feet deeply fall into the ground.

The dark fire at the end of the giant sickle blade is burning, which is imminent.

Yun Zheng pedaled the ground and turned around, the sand rose, and the knife moved with the situation.

creak - a string of lightning-like light shines out, and Yun Zheng has broken through this deadly attack. At the same time, his right arm gathered momentum for a critical strike, thunder fist, and a wild dragon attack!

Boom——

Commander Fu attacked him with a punch, and the huge power shocked Yun Zheng to fly down for ten meters, and the pain on his fist and arm came to rot.

Yun Zheng clearly realized that this guy's cultivation is much higher than himself.

At this time, the dense gravel rain fell down, hitting the cheeks and body.

The decisive battle between the five-stage warrior and the seven-grade inscription master Jing Se has just begun. The stormy attack of Commander Fu swept over again. Yun Zheng fought hard again, with the fast knife and the giant sickle, thunder and flame, so fiercely collided.

The fifth-order spirit beast Chiyan glazed lion belongs to the fighting spirit beast. Its combat skills are completely awakened. Although it can't fly, the instantaneous explosion gives it the ability to leap into the air. The blazing attack of man and beast looks like a flame flying in the air, which is dazzling.

The soft armor on Jingse's body flashed with dark blue waves. She jumped lightly in the rocks in the forest, like a blue demon, and could not escape the fierce attacks again and again. Occasionally, the inscription counterattack brings great trouble and threat to the fire.

The more you dodge, the more you avoid and don't fight. The more you are, the more manic you are. The iron staff in your palm is like a hovering fire dragon. Wherever you pass, the trees burn into ashes, the mountains and rocks burst into slag, and the area around the cold pool is scattered, as if you have experienced a small disaster.

Onlookers and others stared at the two battle circles in a group. One is a fierce battle all over the mountains, and the other is a battle of blood and fire by the pool. It doesn't seem to matter who wins or loses. What matters is that it can coincide with such a fierce struggle.

The stuttered head was stunned and stammered to ask himself, I... I... Am I enjoying the wonderful process of watching the play in such a dangerous place? Really? Isn't it?

Bang, a piece of gravel flew from a distance and hit him on the head, making his head burst into blood and tears. The perfect answer also jumped out at this moment, "Enjoy the fart!"

The extremely manic fire finally couldn't stand the pursuit and hide-and-seek. This kind of soft knife killing-like battle is really unbearable for him.

"Can you come to a battle like a man?"

The fire roared at Jingse, who jumped like a spirit cat. This simple and childish cry was exactly his heart. Although it was funny, no one dared to respond.

He extremely envied Yun Zheng, who was in a hard battle, and even the two extreme emotions of jealousy and hatred flashed in his heart. A tough battle like them is what I want!

But what can he count on? A major like an inscriptionist is not good at martial arts, and he is not a role to cross the horse and fight on the battlefield. Let the inscription master fight head-on with a violent five-stage warrior. How many times does this head have to be kicked by a donkey to make this tragic move!

Jing Se sneered, "I'm not a man. If you are impatient, you can go back to Tianwu Temple."

"Ah--" The blazing fire was furious, jumped down the glazed lion, raised his arm and put away the iron rod and the lion together. Then he clenched his fists and roared at the sky. A hot flame ignited from his chest and burned all over his body, making him like a flame god of war.

The Lord of Hongye City asked tremblingly, "What's wrong with him? Can't he burn himself?"

Jing Se smiled indifferently, "It's not a big deal. This is the magic skill of Tianwu Temple, Sunday God Fist."

"Sunday God--

The blazing roared to support the divine power, and the secret spell of Tianwu Temple was so straightforward.

There were fiery fists like a fire god, as fast as the wind, and a group of condensed flames smashed out all over the mountains and fields, and a large area of bombing was not missing. Just now, it was a stone rain watering, and now it was a rain of fire. The group of people led by Lei Wu were simply miserable, and they were affected by death and injury in an instant.

Yun Zheng and Commander Fu in the hot war are inevitably unaffected. If they don't hide, they will inevitably be seriously injured. While fighting, the two had to dodge and split the fire. They were really in a hurry. Yun Zheng is fine. He originally won by speed, but he dodged in this fire and rain, but he was comfortable. However, this leader is as heavy as a mountain, and he is much more bulky to go, and the number of times he is hit by the fire is constantly superimposed. Fortunately, he wears heavy armor and has strong resistance. Although he is slightly injured, he is not seriously injured.

Commander Fu has always been silent, and his teeth keep popping out, "Dead bald! Dead bald! Dead bald! Dead bald man..."

This hatred is deep enough.

Yun Zheng said in his heart, "monk, monk, you don't care about the map cannon, but don't take me, okay?"

The blazing fire released such stunts as Sunday God Fist. A large area without dead angles covered the flame rain swept down several waves, which did take effect. The dexterous dodge skills are no longer useful. Naturally, there is no martial arts ability to fight hard.

She changed her position, stagnated slightly, and was instantly chased by a series of seven flames. She jumped and dodged one after another, inadvertently jumped to the edge of the cliff, and turned her body and fell down. Everyone was shocked, and even the fire was full of surprise. Unexpectedly, Jing Se flew down no more than a few feet. Suddenly, his arms spread, and two colorful light wings flashed behind him. They floated in the air, and the light wings flashed and flew into the air.

The blazing sun god fist, which was like a cannon, suddenly fell empty, and he couldn't help but be shocked. "... You, you, little girl, you have become flying airy. What should I do?"

The realm of the seven-grade inscription master, also known as flying. At this level, the inscription master can turn out light wings with spiritual consciousness and control his own flying in the air. But this realm not only consumes spiritual power, but also has to be a very high level of cultivation. The seven-grade inscriptionist alone, known as flying in the sky, can really be cultivated, but few of them. Therefore, Jingse's eighteen or nine-year-old child was built into the sky, which shocked the fire.