Chapter 320 Three Arrows

Yun Zheng can see that if it comes to martial arts cultivation, Mo Beichou and Minghui are above the seven paragraphs. It can be said that they are evenly matched. Mo Beichou Mingwu Shuangxiu. If you add the perverted eight-grade inscription, Minghui will certainly not be good, which can let the thirteen ghost teachers and 50 ghost warriors of the C department consume Mo Beichou's spiritual cultivation. For the trauma of taking out, the dark and sinister is here. Mo Bei was worried about fighting for a long time, and the ending was only a defeat.

Mo Beichou and Minghui cherish their martial arts cultivation, and refuse to be like the earth-shaking scene at the beginning of the game. To be honest, Yun Zheng really feels that that kind of play has no great use except for good-looking and bluffing people. It is exhausting, and it is purely a waste of strength to meet an even opponent. There are more meanings of Ma Wei's temptation.

The two restrained their strength and used Wu Sha's cultivation on the blade as much as possible. This fierce battle was another scene. It was not shocking, not so fancy, but more a real battle. Mo Beichou was soft and strong, and more and more golden blades were circled by the antler knife. One was broken and two were added. Looking around, the whole snow valley was full of silver glittering knives. Except for bright and obscure, if it was changed to a slightly lower cultivation, I'm afraid it would have been cut into thousands of sections.

There are not so many tricks in the Minghui. The blood knife method is open and closed, and it is fierce and violent. The whole person is wrapped in a red flame, as if it is burning, clashing in the sea of silver and light. Suddenly, the blood knife was collected, and the red flame condensed into a bloody skeleton above his head. The cruel and vicious breath suddenly burst out. He punched out, and the burning blood skeleton hit Mo Beichou.

Mo Beichou saw that he was fierce and did not dare to resist. He flew up and skimmed several feet to avoid it. The bloody skeleton hit the boulder behind him and blew the stone to pieces with a "bang". The momentum of the skull did not decrease by half, and the burning flame swallowed the bodies of the two ghost warriors on the ground. The skeleton suddenly grew, hooked his hand, and the skull turned back and attacked him again. By taking advantage of Mo Beicou to dodge, he tore up Mo Beichou's carefully woven net of swords with a bloody skull.

Goya was shocked and said, as if Mo Beichou couldn't hold on.

Yun Zheng said he was not in a hurry to help. Wait a minute.

Ming obscurity broke the Mobei sad knife net, and the flame suddenly became arrogant, and the burning bloody skeleton impacted all the way, swallowing and refining the flesh and blood of dozens of ghost warriors one by one by one. In the end, the flame skeleton was as big as the table. As long as the grass, trees, mountains and rocks were gently touched, they would be blown into ashes. The momentum was serious. Tough.

Mo Beichou's momentum was greatly weakened, and his steps staggered between the counterattacks seemed to be overwhelmed. Minghui smiled gistly while attacking, Mo Beichou, the end of the crossbow. At this point, I really don't know what you are still holding on. It's better to die obediently and have to be happy. Mo, don't think that I didn't know what you revealed to the old thief about practicing with a living blood in Tallinn in the back of Tianwu Temple. This account will be settled today. Not to mention that you don't want to invest in the king of Liang, you just changed your mind today, and you can't escape death here.

Mo Beichou sneered and said that it is not known who will live and who will die in the end.

Mingxiao sneered, who else can you rely on? The little Sanxiu on the top of the snow, haha, that little line is not enough for me to carry shoes. You are just dead. If he had the ability to save you, he would have taken action long ago and hid on the top of the snow. Maybe he was scared to pee his pants and even forgot to escape.

Goya smiled, glanced at Yun Zheng and said, "Master, do you think you peed your pants? Is it true?"

Yun Zheng said angrily, "You just peed your pants. All of you goblins have peed your pants."

Minghui became more and more brave in the battle. Mo Bei was worried and retreated. Minghui chased all the way. Mo Beichou slipped down a snow slope in a panic. Although he was defeated and did not fall down, his posture was unrestrained. Minghui was condescending, and his palms were suddenly pushed down, and the flame skeleton smashed down with a "bang". In the middle of Mo Bei's chest, Mo Bei was sad. Shi fell out, and his chest burned so badly that he even threw away the antler knife. Ming and ferocious smile condensed the fire, and the huge fire skeleton smashed out again. Mo Beichou leaned his back against a boulder and pointed out with his right hand. A "poof" burst into the air, and a white light shot out from his fingertips, but half a foot long, but condensed like a solid body, and suddenly fell on the fire skeleton. The fire skeleton was suddenly blocked and roared against the half-foot silver light.

The competition between the two suddenly fell into a state of stalemate and remained motionless. They were condescending and had a dominant advantage, but the consumption of blood and skeleton fire was very large. Although Mo Beichou is not strong enough, he wins because all his cultivations are condensed on half a foot of silver light at his fingertips, so it is a close situation for the time being. The silver light against the flame skeleton, the confrontation point is a black fog. The two people's martial arts cultivation is like running water consumption at this point. Mo Bei's slightly curved arm gradually straightened, and the silver light forced the flame skeleton to retreat little by little.

He took a deep breath, and the flame skeleton shrank and attacked back again. Mo Beichou's arm retracted slightly, and the two became equal. This consuming battle is another scene. It looks calm. In fact, they have tried their best to win or lose without consuming a martial arts practice.

Mo Bei's eyes are clear and smiling, boy, if you can kill two birds with one stone and defeat me, you will be famous all over the world. Yun Zheng heard this, but he couldn't help but be shocked. He sneered, "Xiao Sanxiu, if you want to take action, believe that the three of us will die together?"

Mo Beichou said again, "You don't have a little demon to help. The two of them can work together to turn over the people who beat us."

Minghui, boy, if you don't believe it, you can listen to Mr. Mo's words and see who is right. We will try our best to exhaust your strength. When you come up, it must be a jade-burning end. Try it. I don't care about life and death, and I don't mind pulling Mo to die with you.

Yun Zheng appeared and did not rush down the hillside. Instead, he climbed higher to the snowtop and was condescending.

With a happy face, the dark ghost really dares not come down, but I am not telling the truth. With the boy's cultivation of less than five paragraphs to solve the dilemma, once the cohesion is blown up, this valley will be razed to the ground. What is it that everyone will die together? I don't want to die. It's best if the kid doesn't take action. It's not too late to kill the kid after cleaning up Mo Beicou. The little demon is good-looking and wants to be happy.

Mo Beichou is secretly anxious. He is sure that his cultivation is definitely not an obscure opponent. The boy surnamed Yun doesn't know whether he understands what I mean. The key to victory or defeat lies with him.

Seeing Yun Zheng climbing up leisurely, Goya was anxious. Yun Zheng measured the distance between Mo Beichou and Ming obscurity, and said to himself, four or two batches of thousands of catties... Pulling out his whole body, hehe, it's almost done.

Sticked firmly, raised his left arm, the nine-day thunder bow opened, and Yun Zheng picked up three Xuanshara rockets from the arrow box.

Fly feather shocking armor, nine-day thunder and fire bow, Xuansha thunder rocket, the trinity of the top Tangmen organ, from the hand of Tangmen Ling Tianyu's disciple Bai Yu, re-refined the icing on the cake by the old god and great grace, all of which have the color of six great inscriptions.

Yun Zheng calmed down and instantly activated the reverent heart of the soul of war in the martial soul wheel of the brain mansion. The Xuanlian under his feet bloomed, and the black flames ignited. At that moment, he had the same domineering spirit as the God of War.

Boom, boom, boom, three arrows shot out in a series of rings, the electric light swayed, and the three arrows were in a zig shape, and instantly landed on the mountain stone at the foot of the bright and obscure.

The power of six stages shocks the mountain, with the addition of thunder and fire, it is even more explosive!

Boom——

A white light exploded at the foot of Minghui, and the huge rocks collapsed, and the stones splashed with vigorously. Mo Beishou and Minghui, two strong wind waves in the center of the explosion, were like rain and stone splashed, but they were safe and sound. However, the situation has changed subtly. The obscure feet were bombarded out of the huge pit, and others had fallen to the bottom of the pit. The fierce flame skeleton attacked and missed the position and completely bombarded halfway. The shock in his heart was unparalleled. Mo Beichou, now condescending, exhaled, and the silver light of his fingertips shot ten feet, shot into the bright and obscure chest, firmly nailing him to the bottom of the pit.

Without the backup transport of fire, no matter how violent the bloody skeleton fire attack is, there is no arrogance, slowly shrinking, turning into a blue smoke in the air and disappearing.

The three arrows set the situation, and Mo Beichou turned defeat into victory.

Yun Zheng exhausted many days of Wushu's cultivation reserve and helped Mo Beichou lay the opportunity to win. However, he did not feel very excited and happy. Instead, he felt that his legs were a little weak. He took his bows and arrows and took a breath to rest for a while. Then he slowly walked down the snow with the little demon Ling Geya.

Minghui was pulled out of the deep pit by Mo Beichou and lay flat on the snow. His breath was dying and he was not alive. Mo Beichou sat next to him and didn't see happiness, but more regretful. "Alas, a good disciple of Tianwu Temple had a bright future, but he misled. It's a pity."

Yun Zheng looked at him. This was the second time we met him. Although Mo Beishou was covered with scars and flesh and exposed white bones, his eyes were clear and calm, and the demeanor of a first-class master was not reduced at all.

Yun Zheng said, Mr. Mo, if it's you lying here at this moment, will it be a pity?

"Impossible," Mo Beicou shook his head. "I'm 80% sure that I can kill Ming obscurity, but it's reasonable for him to escape."

Mo Beizou spoke with arrogance, which immediately made Goya's little goblin unhappy. She said, "Mr. Mo is so angry. If Yun Zheng doesn't take action today, you don't even have a chance of winning, right?

Mo Bei nodded sadly. He will definitely take action."