Chapter 38: Fighting Scorpion

The ferocious virtual shadow poisonous scorpion picked up its pliers and waved at Chen Rufeng in the air. Chen Rufeng quickly retreated and dodged, but the place where the giant pliers passed would emit extremely disgusting green poison gas, and the ghost gathered in mid-air. It was hard to imagine how miserable it would be if the flesh and blood touched those poison gas.

Seeing this, all the masters such as Percy Heart and Pervance Dragon all flew and wanted to go up to help Chen Rufeng control this poison array.

Only at the moment when their bodies moved, Xue Chengui, who had been watching the change with Percy, waved his cuffs, and several short arrows hidden in it shot out and chased directly to the back of several masters such as Pervexinqing.

Hu Jiuwei's eyes and hands were not sharp and his hands were fast. As soon as his palms were slapped out, his strength exploded. Before those short arrows flew into mid-air, they had been shaken into debris power.

Xue Chengui stared at Hu Jiuwei viciously. He had been waiting for the opportunity to plot against them, but unexpectedly, he was broken by Hu Jiuwei, and there were bursts of hatred in his heart.

Hu Jiu did not dodge. After all, Xue Chengui's martial arts skills were slightly inferior. He was put on the ground by Hu Jiuwei's punch. His teeth were full of blood, and his hands were pressed by Hu Jiuwei.

"Don't play with these insidious things behind my back." Hu Jiuwei warned coldly that Xue Chengui tried to struggle several times, but it was only in vain. He could only sideways half of his face and be full of disappiness.

At the same time, Percy Qing and Perixian Dragon and several masters of the older generation of Perak House have come to Chen Rufeng's side.

Chen Rufeng looked at Huang Wujian, who was mediting cross-legged below, and the angry wind sword pointed to him and said in a low voice, "He is where the gas core is. As long as you can break him, you can break this array."

Perixian Long rubbed his palm and said, "Okay! Let's concentrate on attacking him!"

Chen Rufeng warned again: "Don't let this scorpion touch your body. It is condensed by poison gas. You must be very careful!"

Everyone nods and begins to attack Huang Wujuan together.

Chen Rufeng raised his sword flatly, and the green wind began to rotate around the sword body, and a trace of soft water slowly shot out from the tip of the sword, straight as a line, and was soon wrapped in the green wind. The sword pillar crossed the sky, and the wind swirled around, just like wrapping the storm that was about to ravage the earth with a huge stick. All the forces gathered and became stronger.

The heart was lucky, and the flames followed the palms, like burning souls were summoned by her, and the strong flames scattered in the air. Soon, her hands opened, and flames spit out in her palms. The flame supported a fierce fireball held by four people, which contained amazingly powerful fire.

As for Perixianlong and others, their hands are full of gas, and they are ready to launch a shocking blow to the world.

At this time, the green shadow poisonous scorpion seemed to sense the threat approaching, and the two giant pliers waved again to sweep down the bee-like man who was only insignificant compared with its size.

The green gas dispersed, and Persim Qing quickly pushed out the fireball in his hand and flew directly to the head of the giant scorpion, and his body flashed past the giant pliers and its poisonous gas. Perification Dragon and the rest of the others also fought vigorously, shooting into the body of the giant scorpion, and then dodging away from the giant pliers and poison gas.

Therefore, he even took out the "red poison hook cone" that he had not used for a long time, which was an extremely vicious weapon, and a gentle touch would kill him. What he did was to make a quick decision.

Chen Rufeng's eyes burst out, and his body turned into a green shadow. The angry wind sword unfolded his swordsmanship, and the sword shadow was dazzling, but only the most real straight thorn was full of Chen Rufeng's true strength, and the rest were just blindfolding the enemy.

The strong sword spirit went to Huang Wujuan one after another, just to create an opportunity for Chen Rufeng's decisive straight stab.

The red poison hook cone in Huang Wujian's hand was gently picked up, and the sword spirit suddenly disappeared like a water wave.

Chen Rufeng's figure has been killed. In the illusory sword shadow, there is only a real sword stab, pointing straight to Huang Wu's throat.

The speed of the sword is so fast that you can only see a light and shadow passing by.

However, Huang Wujian could feel the real sword spirit, identify the point of the angry sword with superb sensing, and quickly raised the red poison hook cone to resist.

Bang!

As soon as the angry wind sword touched the red poison hook cone, it was immediately rebounded back. A faint green atmosphere has been stained with an inch of the tip of the angry wind sword, infiltrating into the depths of the angry wind sword like a liquid of corrosion.

At the same time, the power of soft water in Chen Rufeng's sword spirit also played a miraculous effect, shaking Huang Wuzhen ten feet behind, but could not cause any damage to him.

A white light flashed from the angry wind sword. Chen Rufeng forced the soft water in his body, concentrated on the sword, and washed off the venom on it. Only then did the angry wind sword restore the shining sword light of the past.

This red and poisonous heart cone is indeed extremely negative, and even the angry wind sword, one of the thousand swords, is not spared.

The two hung high above the still scorpion shadow and stared at each other, forcing a strong murderous atmosphere. They were fighting for strength and weakness, and they couldn't hold each other.

Huang Wujuan took the lead in breaking the confrontation. He pushed the red poison hook cone to Chen Rufeng with one hand, and the cone shadows piled up angrily, stabbing Chen Rufeng with Sensen's tremish gas.

Looking at the red-poison hook cone that gradually turned purple, Chen Rufeng knew that he could not fight against this red-poison hook cone with brute force, and could only avoid its sharpness and attack its shortcomings.

The green shadow dodged, and the red poison hook heart cone pierced Chen Rufeng's original place, stirring up a circle of green poison gas ripples and shaking around the world. Even Chen Rufeng, who had dodged in time, was disturbed by the residual energy and his chest was stuffy. If it hadn't been for the timely transportation, I'm afraid that he would vomit and bleed. I didn't dare to imagine eating Huang Wuyan. What will happen?

If you can't fight hard, then you can only be weak and strong.

The fierce storm, extremely rigid, can never defeat the sinister and vicious red poison hook cone in Huang Wuyan's hand.

The soft sword may be comparable to it.

Because water is a poisonous and invulnerable thing, pure and innocent.

When his mind turned sharply, Chen Rufeng's angry wind sword had been wrapped in a soft white light, as if it had just been washed with pure water, and there was no time to be pure.

Good water flow, no evil, good as water.

Chen Rufeng began to purely operate the mind method of good water flow, and did not add erractic work as before to produce the power of both rigidity and softness.

Because of that "gang", it is loved by the red poison hook cone, which can only be restrained by pure softness.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Rufeng had risen with his sword and slowly stabbed Huang Wuzhen.

Slowly, the whole body almost stagnated, but obviously he had moved. In the eyes of others, he is between "quiet" and "moving".

Huang Wuyan looked at Chen Rufeng slowly approaching in surprise. Strangely, he did not feel any threat.

He is very confident that he can block Chen Rufeng's sword. Because his sword is purely straight, and he can accurately grasp the landing point and strength.

However, what chilled him was that he could not feel the strength of the sword.

In other words, this sword has no strength at all.

The red poison hook cone withdrew from his hand, and he resisted the cone and met Chen Rufeng's sword.

The plain sword spirit, like the water lines sliding out of a swimming fish, gently spread out.

Huang Wuyan held the red poison heart cone in his hands and trembled unconsciously. What exactly is Chen Rufeng selling? Why are you brave enough to hit it with a straight sword without any strength?

The angry wind sword gently pierced the red poison hook cone, but directly passed through the red poison hook cone, and the sword was invinciblely inserted into Huang Wu's chest.

Huang Wuzhen lowered his head in consters, looked at the blood mouth on his chest, and then looked at Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng's eyes are traceless and static as water. The good flow of mind has completely dominated his whole body and mind.

The poison gas on the red poison hook cone can't infect the blue water-like sword light on the angry wind sword.

Everything seems to be an empty dream. But the pain in the chest is real.

Chen Rufeng pulled out the angry wind sword, and with a roar, the red poison hook cone had just been penetrated by the angry wind sword, and now it was also broken into two pieces and fell from Huang Wuzhen's hand.

At the same time, Huang Wuyan's body fell to the ground.