Chapter 61 The whip is out of reach

Rong Hui took advantage of the chaos and turned around to leave, but saw the knife shining under the scorching sun. The gold iron sonorous, "cry..." Thousands of machetes came out of the sheath, and I couldn't help but be shocked. In a hurry, he pointed to the sky and shouted: "The divine soldier ranks" with one palm in his right hand and hit the carriage around the year.

Seeing the sudden change on the slope, the knights pulled out their sabers together. The strength was about to come out, and I only felt that a heart was taken out of my chest. His mind was confused, and he didn't have time to think too much about it. In an hour, the air surged like the waves.

The brown bear roared in front of the car, and the fluff stood upright and fled. The body suddenly moved and was dismembered on the spot. At the reach of the spirit, the warriors soared into the air to dodge. The black box trembled and collapsed. Seventy-two dragon bamboo flying arrows in the box also exploded with one blow. As far as the power was, the valley sounded, the air waves were empty, and the "rumbling" shook the sky and the earth.

This car of flying arrows was filled with ice mana, suddenly burst, the cold wind swept across, and the earth froze. The bear car frotheed, rolled and collided, and collapsed into scum. The arrows in the car scattered and condensed when it was cold. Between breathing, thousands of arrows scattered on the ground.

The ice spread out, and the breath affected hundreds of feet. The cold wind continued to sweep out. The warriors beside the car knew that they were powerful and were stunned. The grassland people were at a loss and scrambled to escape. The slightly slow man's feet were frozen, the cold spread, and his breath did not reach the top of his head, and he was frozen into an ice sculpture. The road grabbing was swept by the cold wind and frozen into ice in the blink of an eye. It fell to the ground and fell into ice.

Rong Hui was in mid-air and was affected by the ice wind. He only felt that his heart and lungs were cold and his blood was stagnant. I had to pass on to everyone: "Go separately--" The mask was frosty, with divine strength, like a paper kite, rising in the wind. Bixia followed closely and staggered away.

On the east slope, the dragon sang to the high rise. Xiao Caiwei held the flute in her right hand and turned into a green rainbow, taking advantage of the situation. Wei has no right hand, and his left hand is empty. Slap a palm, don't look at it much, and go straight east. This palm is like a river. When the palm passed, the spiritual power stirred and condensed into a three-foot giant palm. It is Huashan's unique skill, "Huayue Xianzhang".

The palm print slid down from the slope, and the edge passed, and a boundary was opened outside the curtain. It swelled and shrank, and then collapsed, just like destruction. The huge palm was like a flood, overturning hundreds of arc top tents between breaths, hitting the cold air on the edge of the square and exploding. The wind swept, and the horse turned upside down. As far as the power can reach, the spiritual light collapses, hundreds of people are shocked, seven orifices bleeding, and they look up and fall down.

Breaking in the west, Liu Feixu pulled out his long sword, imprinted with his left hand, and pointed his right sword straight to the sky. A sword comes out of the box, and the wind and clouds converge. The sword blade was introduced, and the white clouds condensed into a huge mountain, and the "rumm" was suppressed. Power is everywhere, and the people in the valley are like a thousand pounds. Unexpectedly, his body stagnated and swept into the cold wind.

Yunshan was cold, condensed into ice between breaths, and fell straight like a boulder. Everywhere in the mountains, the golden tent shines brightly, trembling and holding out the iceberg. The spiritual power was excited, the power spread, and the remaining bear cars collapsed one after another. The arrow rolled down, condensed into ice, and scattered to the ground.

After the sharpness, the valley was full of inspiration, and a group of shamans, three or five groups, divided into six people. Liu Feixu did not dare to delay. He quickly collected the sword formula, pulled Tian Meng beside him, turned into a golden rainbow, and rose up in the wind and went straight to the west.

The iceberg lost its host and was stimulated by the top of the tent. It cracked inch by inch and fell into ice cubes. The shaman in the valley was stopped by the hail and was slightly stagnant. Seeing the six people fleeing, he stared and scolded angrily: "'Long Life' will not forgive you!" Catch them and refine your soul!" Let the anger of 'Long Life' devour them!" ......

On the prairie, Rong Hui carried his hands, drumed his spiritual power, and escaped in the space. Two miles of breath, silent. Bixia incarnated into a white rainbow, followed and asked, "On this way, there are hundreds of tribes. There is only one way to escape like this. What should I do? Didn't you discuss it before?

"I'm not going to do it either!" Rong Hui had a headache and complained, "Who knows that Dongying's 'national chief' has come here..." While talking, he suddenly felt that his back was cold, cold to his heart and lungs, and he couldn't help trembling. Looking back, I saw a middle-aged man in white chasing him, stepping on the snow feather giant eagle, holding a long whip, whipped casually, and rushed forward. After a few draws in a row, he has rushed to a hundred feet away.

He thought he couldn't run away from the middle-aged statue. He took a deep breath and resolutely decided, "This matter has nothing to do with you. You go..." He turned around and withdrew his mind, waved it gently with his left hand, and pushed it out with a palm of his right hand.

The body is stopped, and the palm is like a rainbow. Hundreds of feet of wind and clouds converged and condensed into a torrent, blinking in front of the middle-aged. The middle-aged wrinkled his nose and hummed gently, raising his hand and swinging forward. The long whip is flying and rolling, and the spirit is exciting. "Cocking" is like a thunder, ringing through the sky.

With the anti-earthquake, the snow sculpture mourned and spread its wings and flew backwards. Rong Hui also felt numb in his chest, and now he deified his strength and shot back to discharge the force. The body seemed to be embedded in the air, and the airflow where it passed was turbulent, turned into a rolling thunder, and withdrew from a hundred feet.

He exhaled a turbid breath and secretly sighed: "What a magic weapon!" God felt something, and Bixia had stopped in the distance and couldn't help but worry: "You go..." I saw the middle-aged eagle in white flying back and whipped backhand. The whip breaks the wind, "pa-", which is like a thunderbolt. With excitement, his body stopped and he was even more stunned: "It's a good move to take advantage of the situation." He raised his hand and waved gently, the gunshot drew an arc, and the wind surged a hundred feet and moved with the gun.

Middle-aged people lift the whip, gently stamp their backs, and rise up. The man was whipped in mid-air. With the whip and cracking wind, "Hulala" is holding Wanjun. The snow sculpture hissed, flapping its wings and flying out, rushing straight forward. One person and one eagle, the momentum of attack suddenly became a success.

Rong Hui was in mid-air, turned around and tilted his magic gun. The gas went with the gun, and just hung the whip, but I felt that it was like a flood and unstoppable. Not only could he not make contributions, but he was detered by his momentum, and his body was stagnant, so he had to drum up all his strength and release his strength to the side.

In Xu's aura, he rushed to the spears. Under the long whip, it was blocked by the gas place. It is like a meteor, and the fire is shining and shaking. Rong Hui couldn't pull to the side, but was shocked by the qi and blood. He exhaled a turbid breath and stood up to fight.

The fire spirit converged, and the spear was like ink, dispersing from one point to ten feet, facing the whip and flowing fire. For a while, black and white are clear, just like day and night. When the anti-shock arrived, the barrel of the gun trembled. Rong Hui tried his best, but still couldn't control it. For a while, the surface is like a soldering iron, and the body is like a sieve. With divine strength, the qi and blood rushed out of the pores.

He struggled to compete and suddenly heard a eagle coming from behind, but he was struggling to get out. He shouted in a hiss: "Firebird!" Before the words fell, the phoenix roared into the morning. The fire phoenix rushed out of the air, gently fluttered its wings, and went straight to the snow sculpture. The body is everywhere, flapping its wings and sweeping across the fire.

The snow sculpture sings gently, and the wings fly back. The claws are like an ice front, facing up. The ice and fire are exciting, and the snow sculptures stagger and decline. The fire phoenix grabbed the highest place, bent down, and pecked the back from behind. The snow sculpture hissed, flapping its wings and turning into a silver rainbow. The fire phoenix roared, gently vibrating the wings of the fire, turning into a flowing fire to chase. Before and after, straight into the sky.

Rong Hui's crisis was temporarily solved and was secretly horrific: "What kind of whip is this..." Seeing that the other party's cultivation is not "Taiji" perfect, he was annoyed: "If you fight for his own cultivation, he is not my opponent. If you are whipped twice by him, the hard-won "solar period" realm must collapse. It's also that I don't have time to consolidate the realm, otherwise I won't be afraid of him just by relying on the aura here... Now I'm stuck here, I'd rather bend!" Take a deep breath, hold the long gun, and launch the magic power of "Yaoyang Folding Bamboo", do not retreat and forge ahead, and strive for the front.

He unfolds his cultivation and can mobilize the aura of heaven and earth within a hundred feet. But the power is unstable, just like the heart is more than enough. Although the middle age is only 30 and ten feet aura, he is better than driving at will. Holding a long whip, the momentum is everywhere, and the aura is rolled back, really like an arm pointing. One is subtle and the other is magnificent. After the edge, it was comparable.

Middle-aged people were also secretly anxious: "It's really surprising that this whip moved, and the two whips can't take this person down..." He hummed softly and added three points of strength. The whip is on fire, and the spear is fired. Sparks bloomed between black and white, just like a Thunderbolt. The surrounding aura stirred, burned, and turned into a round of sun.

Rong Hui only felt a fever in front of him, like being hammered, his throat was sweet, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood. Holding a long gun in his hand, he shot backwards like thunder. The body passed by, leaving a blood mist.

The whip is in the fire, and the fire is like thunder, going straight to the middle age along the long whip. Middle-aged people only feel that the whip handle is hot, shaking repeatedly, but still can't break free. He was anxious, and a fierce force surged up: "Go to hell!" Staring at Rong Hui, he raised his hand and another whip.

The spiritual fire is tangible andzhiless, and can be whipped everywhere. The fireball trembles gently, shines brightly, and shoots out like meteors. Rong Hui was in mid-air and just stood firm. Seeing the long whip everywhere, fireballs flying over like a top, he couldn't help but be shocked: "This... what kind of whip is this..." Suddenly, he saw a clear shadow shaking, "P-", with a crisp sound. Bixia actually rushed to the whip and grabbed the whip. The slender hand shines and shakes hard.

Rong Hui's eyes were fierce and said secretly, "Don't miss the opportunity..." Regardless of his physical injury, he rushed out. Seeing the fireball coming, he called out the beast armor and rushed forward. The scales appeared, the crystal was shining, and one head plunged into a ten-foot fireball.

The fireball was stimulated and exploded. Rong Hui was covered with blood. He squeezed his mouth and rushed out and stabbed the gun straight. The middle-aged man was stunned and shouted in a low voice: "Get out, get out..." She shook the long whip, and her strength was everywhere, and Bixia's body trembled. The outside of the body was full of energy and bursting a blood mist.

Rong Hui only felt empty and vowed to kill this man. A meteor rushed to Bixia's side and roared: "Go to hell-" His hands condensed and stabbed out with one shot.

The middle-aged man was stunned in mid-air, waved a boundary, turned around and ran away. The guns were everywhere, and the boundary collapsed. "Pu-", with a muffled sound, there was a blood hole in his brain after middle age. The long gun passed through, and the flesh and blood flew across.

Rong Hui was muddled around. He was relieved to see a gem falling in the blood rain and raised his hand to take it. As soon as his spirit dissipated, his eyes turned black. He only felt that the sky turned around and fell straight down. Bixia grabbed the long whip and took the opportunity to surround her waist. He caught a glimpse of Rong Hui falling, rushed out and grabbed it. Even more without hesitation, Shi Shiran took a step and broke through the wind.