Chapter 850, the fatal must-kill, the fatal must-death
At the peak of the accumulation of the sword, the blood Tianhe can only see that Zhu Peng controls the light of the sword and turns the rainbow flying away. With a sword, the atmosphere of a hundred miles is cut. In the real state, Zhu Peng's sword is not unified. Step by step, it is hundreds of miles of teleportation. The momentum is unparalleled and fierce. The blood Tianhe wants to hide, but it is teleported from all angles within a hundred miles. Zhu Peng "tuantuan" surrounded. There is only one strong horizontal sword rainbow, but in the eyes of the Blood Tianhe River, hundreds or even thousands of sword rainbows form a light network. The blood river gas method, which is proud of the Blood Tianhe from all angles, is infinitely close to collapse.
Although the dragon-slaying in his hand is beneficial, the blood Tianhe does not know where to go. The red and purple blood rain in the sky is pouring like a waterfall. Gradually, there is more and more red blood, and the purple fire is less and less, but in the fight between the two, Zhu Peng gradually occupies an absolute advantage, even if he exerts the rainbow into a momentum. The heroic sword, but it can still be controlled freely, so that its unnecessary consumption of real yuan is gradually reduced.
"When dealing with the micro-sword, use explosive means to distinguish between victory and death in a short period of time, otherwise, the more procrastination, the more disadvantage will be. However, in the face of the momentum of the sword, either rush to attack with the other party, abruptly suppress the strong attack power of the sword, make it difficult to achieve, or defend with all your strength from the beginning. Theoretically speaking, as long as you overcome the first, second and third waves of strong attack the sword, there is a possibility of counterattack and win. However, the theory is just a theory after all..." He slowly walked out of the Qing Hall with his sister. Yang Shengxie, who was holding a folding fan, was handsome and unparalleled. However, when he walked halfway up the mountain, he was shocked by Zhu Peng's sudden sword. While muttering, Yang Shengxie's words were more or less invincible. The meaning of sighing. Or when every monk other than sword practitioner sees the strength of the sword practitioner, he will probably not be able to stand such emotion.
"Those who enter the sword realm are instantly separated from life and death, but they are asking ordinary monks to compete with sword practitioners for combat experience and will to fight. It's just like making scholars and warriors kill, which is almost ridiculous. Unless the combat experience and will really surpass each other, you will expose your own big flaw at the moment of exerting great means, and the possibility of being killed is far greater than killing. And the three waves of offensives that have resisted the sword to become the situation of sword cultivation are even more funny. Although it is said to be a kind of spirit, and then three and three are exhausted, if Jianxiu is allowed to wield his full attack power, not to mention the same level, even the stronger first-level monks are probably unable to stop it..." Yang Shengxie's sister Yang Xiaohuan muttered, and she and Yang Sheng The evil teacher was learned from Peach Blossom Island and was trained by a half-trange sword for many years. Naturally, it was clear that many secular monks had a wrong understanding of sword practitioners. At this moment, Xue Tianhe was beaten like a dog by Zhu Peng because of his wrong cognition. Obviously, he was a higher than his opponent, but he was chased and killed by Zhu Peng all the way. Both brother and sister He couldn't stop shaking his head and then going down the mountain.
The clouds dissipated the rain and the blood gas converged. When the sky cleared up again, Zhu Peng had cut off the blood Tianhe into a rainbow escape. It had no chance to leave, but at the last moment before death, Xue Tianhe decisively threw the divine knife in his hand to the monk's seat below. If such a divine object falls into the hands of others, how can he get it back? It was a twist and turn. Compared with an opponent who had been killed by himself, Zhu Peng almost chose the dragon-killing knife almost without hesitation. It's just that when Zhu Peng got the magic knife, Xue Tianhe had fled back to the monk's surrender regardless of his face, and cut off the room for Zhu Peng to kill him directly. Although Zhu Peng frowned slightly and was so unhappy, he is now the ninth peak master of the free heaven. He is simply himself who takes the lead in breaking the rules. Hitting himself in the face, thinking like this, Zhu Pengfei went to the auction table, threw a black robe, and directly scattered on the little dragon girl's body, which was whiter than snow and more fragrant than jade.
"Such a flower-like beauty, whether it is placed on the collapse and slowly playing **, or collecting and watching in the forbidden palace, it is very enjoyable. Only beasts like Blood Tianhe have the perverted hobby of chopping beauty's feet." Shaking his head, Zhu Peng returned to the peak with the United States.
Outside the book and sword star domain, the Zhengdao Alliance that came to eliminate demons and defend the Tao is blocked by layers of numerous arrays in the whole star domain. Although the process of progress is not difficult to walk, considering the vastness of a star domain, the speed of the Zhengdao monk alliance can be called the speed of the turtle. If many beautiful beauties in the sky are really waiting. Their rescue... I'm afraid I can only hope that the Zhengdao Alliance can kill her before her daughter grows up.
Wudang Taoist Hall, a huge thing like Taishan Beidou in the world's righteous sect. No matter how large the scale of the magic incense banquet is, it does not look at which beauty under the command of Wudang Taoist Hall has been robbed. Of course, this may also be related to the general low character of Taoist nuns in the Taoist temple.
However, this time, Wudang Taoist Hall, which is almost voluntary support, has suffered a heavy blow that has not been seen for thousands of years. Today, the camp where Wudang Taoist Hall is stationed is soaked in red blood...
Dozens of hundreds of dead Taoist corpses are scattered around this simple and solemn hall. Although it is a Taoist temple created in a short time, the station of Wudang is still excellently built. At this time, in the process of fierce fighting, it is hard to support but not collapse.
In the middle of the hall, a general dressed up, tall and brave, exuding a murderous atmosphere all over his body, with the power of heaven and standing proudly.
A middle-aged Taoist who confronted him was covered with blood and had a big hole between his chest and abdomen, but his eyes shot out the determination of grief and indignation. His angry eyes were like two sharp swords, and it seemed that he was going to penetrate the tall generals through the air.
The tall general suddenly said, "The 'Taijigong' of 'Wudang Dao Hall' is nothing more than that. Mo Qixia, if you don't have any stunts that can surprise me, then I'm afraid that next year's today will be your memorial day."
The middle-aged Taoist who is called "Mo Qixia" is the seventh disciple of the immortal Zhang Sanfeng, who is stationed in the world. Mo Shenggu, who is not very skillful but is old and important. At this time, he almost clenched his teeth and said, "I have seen the shameless one, but I have never seen such a shameless one like you. First, he used a large area of mixed poison, and then the army rushed to the peak. In the end, it started with the plot of the traitor of Song Qingshu... Things have been so despicable that you dare to say such a thing! Shameless, shameless."
The words of hatred were accompanied by unstoppable coughing blood. He really didn't expect that when the enemy came, Song Qingshu behind him would suddenly attack him. What's more, he didn't expect that even after defeating Song Qingshu, the other party still had a master of Jindanjing to sniper him. The man in front of himself called himself "Tang Ranli" was not only the army. It's terrible, and the cultivation is even harder, which is very difficult to deal with.