Chapter 135 Zhenyang Knife

The simple guest house was in a mess.

Everyone scrambled to escape. They only hated the narrow corridor. For a moment, they were all stuck in it. They couldn't retreat. They shouted and struggled one by one, but they didn't know where they were so entangled. No one could move at all.

For a moment, the cries, shouts, and screams were stirred in one place with the dull sound of dull impact, the painful howl, and the annoying scolding, forming a strange and suffocating sound, which kept echoing and rising in the thick white fog that could not be opened.

Together with the white fog, Yong Bowen cast a spell to lock the position of the sea girl.

The sea girl really took advantage of the fog and rushed straight to Hu Feng and Xiaoman by the bed.

At this time, Hu Feng just broke the spell prohibition on Xiaoman's body with one punch. Xiaoman moaned and woke up, but what she saw was still pale, and she couldn't help screaming in horror. Hu Feng stretched out his hand and hugged Xiao Man, unaware that there was a sneak attack behind him.

Yong Bowen sneered secretly, jumped up in the crowded crowd, quickly climbed forward a few steps against the roof, chased the sea girl's head, and suddenly fell down.

Hai Mezi had just come behind Hu Feng and was about to make a sneak attack. Suddenly, she felt the sound of the wind blowing above her head and screamed secretly, and hurriedly dodged aside.

Hu Feng heard that there was a strange movement behind his back. He stamped his foot on the ground and shouted in a low voice, "Please Fuhu Luohan!" He shook his body and punched him into the air with his backhand. This punch came out, and the wind sounded. Wherever it passed, the white fog was swept away. There was a crackling cry in the faint air, and the sound was really frightenning. It's just that he hit the wrong person with this punch. The real sneaker, Hai Meizi, was just scared away by Yong Bowen, and Yong Bowen happened to fall and continued to chase before he could change his direction. This punch was hitting Yong Bowen's face.

In a pale room, a clear space suddenly appeared, as if a cup of rich milk suddenly neutralizes a piece of pure water. The big fist and the face of Yong Bowen appeared in this space at the same time.

Yong Bowen only focused on staring at the sea girl, but ignored the existence of Hu Feng. Seeing that a fist was close at hand, he was about to hit. The bridge of his nose was still light. If he couldn't do it, his face would bloom. In surprise, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth and sprayed, which was the real yang knife between the flowers.

Then he heard a buzzing muffled sound, and a dark red red light spewed out of his mouth and nose, right in Hu Feng's fist.

The fist was immediately sizzling when the fist was swept away by the red light, the smoke was straight out, and the skin was burnt black.

Hu Feng screamed and hurriedly closed his fist. But the red light did not stop, swishing through the white fog and inserting it like lightning. Hu Feng was also very good. Although he didn't know what spell the other party had used to hurt him because of the white fog, he knew that things were not good. At the same time, he immediately lowered his body at the same time, picked up Xiaoman, who was still screaming, and rolled on the ground, rolled twice, and was hitting a person's foot.

At this time, the room was full of chaos, and everyone was running away in panic, but the man stood quietly and looked particularly strange. As soon as Hu Feng hit this person, he was alert in his heart. He was about to roll aside again, but his body was tightened and he was banned and could not move. He only heard someone laughing and said, "What a magic fighting skill, which is better than those street tricks. Only the Lingnan Taihuang can practice such a third-rate game of magic. Zong, are you a disciple of Taihuangzong? The voice was a young woman, and there was no hostility in her tone.

Hu Feng didn't have time to answer, so he listened to the wind roaring in his ear, like a super typhoon passing through the border. The room roared, and the table and bed debris all floated in the wind. One body couldn't hold it, but was sucked up by the strong wind, like a piece of paper falling leaves, flying along the wind. Go.

The white fog swept away the room, and the sight was clear. Hu Feng looked up and saw a young man standing in the room, opening his mouth and sucking, with the momentum of a whale swallowing the world. This wind, which gradually has the power of heaven and earth, was actually sucked out by him! The white fog condensed into a head-sized white ball in front of him like a snowball. What shocked Hu Feng more was that the solidified power of Zhenyang in his body was sucked unsteadily and trembled, and there was a faint momentum to fly out of his body.

"What kind of spell is this?" The man who restrained Hu Feng said softly and was also quite surprised. He grabbed Hu Feng and Xiao Man, and his body shook. The thick white fog was like a thick smoke spewed out of the chimney, covering the three people.

The Qingming Festival in the room is just fleeting.

The suction power of Yong Bowen's Zhenyang knife cannot last, and it's over to recover the power of Zhenyang. However, the power of the power generated by this spray is amazing, adding fuel to the fire of the chaotic guest house. He just sucked it, but heard a bang. The thin outer wall of the wooden guest house was broken by the panicked crowd, and six or seven people who squeezed into one place made dumplings from the mouth. He fell out three times in a row. The stuck corridor finally loosened, and the joint efforts of dozens of people struggled. Some went down the stairs of the corridor, and some broke through the wall and went out. How could the wooden building withstand this toss? It shook a few times, shook a few times, and collapsed.

Yong Bowen took a breath of real yang gas. He only felt that he swayed downstairs and knew that something was wrong. He rushed out in the direction of the window in his memory. His run was the art of land flying. It was extremely fast. It was not far from the window. It was only two steps away, but it was a little bit away. He was hitting the wall on the side of the window and hit the wall. The big hole, especially shot out of the small building like a cannonball. In the fog, I felt that someone nearby also jumped out of the building quickly. Judging from the sound speed, it also took the initiative to jump out. Thinking that the sea girl just stood in front of the window and caught Hu Feng and Xiao Man, Yong Bowen concluded that the person next to him was the sea girl. He was about to take action. Unexpectedly, the man was the first to do it. With a crisp sound, a cold light and lightning exploded up in the fog, and he was murderous! Yong Bowen pulled out his sword and came out of the box and responded to the enemy with the eight broken magic swords. In an instant, he hit the cold light dozens of times in a row. In the crisp sound of jingle, the famous sword of Jingjintang in his hand turned into fragments with the collision and scattered in the fog.

"Good swordsmanship!" The man in the fog praised, and the cold light suddenly turned into three, three to six, and six to nine. In an instant, it changed nine ways, circled around and flew around, looming in the fog, like nine poisonous snakes lurking in the dark, always ready to jump out a fierce bite.

Yong Bowen landed at this point. He was on guard, touched the sword box with his backhand, held the mahogany sword, and pasted three fine gold charms to meet the enemy with a wooden sword.

The man in the fog did not continue to attack, but said in a low voice, "Give back the sword you took away, and I'll let you go!"

Yong Bowen sneered and said, "Do you want to defeat me with your little fog barrier and flying swordsmanship? Delusional! You'd better think about how to beg me to let you go later. You harm people. Don't think that no one will take care of you on this island. Since you asked me to bump into you today, you can just be obedient. Maybe I will take it lightly.

The man in the fog spat, and nine cold lights shot out of the fog at the same time, and attacked Yong Bowen from different directions like an angry dragon.

Yong Bowen pulled out the refined mahogany sword, and still made the broken demon eight swords fight against the enemy, but his left hand took out the array from the sword box, pressed the button, and shot an array.

Ten magic arrays with different functions have been saved in advance in this array. You only need to adjust it to the corresponding serial number to pop up and use it. As soon as the array was launched, a lot of miscellaneous objects spewed out of it, most of which were Fu urn, which was the most skill of Taiping Road. This rune array made by Yong Bowen is called Tianang Breaking the evil array, which is specially used in a wide range of barrier art. Although it can't break the enemy's ecstacle, it can be fascinated and use the enemy's magic to add layers to make both the enemy and us fall into the battle, and Taiping's rune killing is most suitable for this kind of close-fitting. In the melee, count the charms in one step, as long as you pass by the place is to paste the urn on the urn on the urn. Except for the talisman himself, everyone else is on the verge. The triggering of the urn and the pre-lying Tian gangan broken evil array are mutuallygan ying, and you can immediately lock the enemy's position, and then attack calmly.

*******I am the dividing line of apology******

I got up early yesterday and went back in the middle of the night, but I couldn't update it.