Chapter 148, Fight, Escape, stronghold

A punch broke the throat of the loser, but there was no pity in Zhu Peng's heart. For the monk's war, it is an unspeakable happiness to die immediately after defeat.

What is really unfortunate is to meet an enemy who is good at refining souls and fall into the hands of that kind of enemy. The so-called death is really just the beginning of endless pain.

After killing the strong enemy in front of him with his own hands, Zhu Peng could vaguely feel that a cold but extremely faint breath flowed into his body from the body, and then was swallowed and burned by the Zixiaoyan in his body, and a faint cold feeling spread to Zhou.

If it weren't for Zhu Peng's two generations of human beings, the realm of mind and spirit was extremely high, and the double cultivation of the Dharma body had a slight insight into his own body and spirit, I'm afraid it would be difficult to detect this faint and strange change.

"It's really 'killing'. I can't imagine that the ancestor of the Zhu family, who is good at airway health care, is the most proud and exquisite self-created skill "Zi Xiaoyan". Its core essence is actually killing, yin and yang dependent on each other, and life and death depend on each other? It's really powerful and ironic." While realizing the power and mystery of Zixiaoyan, Zhu Peng spoke lightly in his heart.

It was just his look at this time, but he was slightly misunderstood by Mo Xiu on his side.

"What's the matter, Xiao Zhu, the feeling of killing people for the first time is wonderful, the feeling of depriving others of their lives with their own hands, the feeling of trampling on the dream of long life."

Handing over a cigarette at the right time. Although Mo Xiu also knows that time is tight and the task is heavy, it is a great danger to stay here every minute and a second. However, Zhu Peng's combat strength and performance could not be ignored by him. Therefore, Mo Xiu had to talk at such a tense moment and calm down Zhu Peng as much as possible.

He refused the cigarette handed over by Mo Xiu. Zhu Peng's face had regained his usual calmness. Looking at the body smashed by his throat on the ground, Zhu Peng turned around without hesitation.

"It's not the discomfort of killing people for the first time. I just sighed a little in my heart that as a monk who pursues eternity and ease, he often lives shorter than ordinary mortals. The general trend of heaven has its own balance. It's really interesting and mysterious between the trade-offs.

After saying that, Zhu Peng flew all over his body, and his movements were sensitive and decisive. Compared with just now, there was really no strange discomfort.

Put the cigarette in your hand in your lips without fire. With a wave of your fingers, the heat will naturally light the cigarette and take a deep breath, so that the fragrant smell of tobacco spreads all over the body.

"It's really worthy of being the little son of the Zhu family. He was born to kill and fight. I remember that when I first killed someone, I almost spit out my stomach and intestines."

After sighing, Mo Xiu's real yuan drums and ice swirled fiercely, and the whole person flew away in the direction of Chang Xiao and Li Yan with a faster escape speed than Zhu Peng.

At this time, Li Yan also reached the stage of extreme stalemate with her opponent. As Zhu Peng thought, if no one cooperated, she could save her life. If she was a murderer, the effect was really average.

A rapid figure jumped out of the grass, and there was a slight flow of electricity all over his body, making his figure faster and faster. It was just a momentary pass, and the monk who had been deadlocked with Li Yan for a long time was broken by Zhu Peng and broke his throat.

"Hey, you're robbing people's heads. I'm about to kill him. I don't care. You have to share at least half of his family offerings."

He didn't pay attention to Li Yan's words at all. Zhu Peng's figure flashed in a hurry, and the next moment he flew away, leaving only a faint word, which made Li Yan's face blue with anger.

"His cultivation is only weak on your front line, but the attack and killing skill is stronger than you. If I don't take action, when he comes back and kills, the victory between you is no more than five or five. This time I will save your life. Don't ask you to thank me..."

When Zhu Peng and Mo Xiu rushed to Chang Xiao's location, the blue-shirted knifeman had reached his own limit. The skills he practiced were not a pure and profound way, but a knife, which broke out fierce but lacked stamina. Even with the blessing of the charm, he was already pale and ugly at this time.

Seeing the arrival of Zhu Peng and Mo Xiu, Chang Xiao was obviously relieved and could no longer support it. His whole body softened almost instantly. At the same time, the land sealed under his feet suddenly exploded and shattered. A monk surrounded by fox-shaped light came out with a sword. Because the power of the upward impact was too strong, his whole body leaped into the air, and his courage and sword strength seemed to be three points better than before he was sealed.

"Demon God's blood, spirit fox iron clothes!?"

Looking at the fox-shaped light under the naked eye that could be seen covering the opponent Zhou, Mo Xiu suddenly changed his face, and his whole body quickly rushed to Chang Xiao and shouted at the same time: "Be careful, this guy is a direct descendant of the Linghu Han family. His true spiritual blood has been stimulated and quickly destroyed."

In fact, without his words, Zhu Peng has already taken action. No matter what identity and combat strength the man in front of him is, Group 38 can only quickly kill him, and this one can be run away.

Pressing his hands on the ground, his consciousness overflowed, sensing the Shura gourd and controlling a little iron sand. Zhu Peng turned the iron sand into a hand and directly pulled Chang Xiao to his side. At this time, Chang Xiao has fallen into a semi-coma. If he is next to Mo Xiu, it is just a burden, but it becomes a flaw.

At this time, Mo Xiu had already fought with the sword-wielding monk of the Linghu family. Because the monk couldn't control and jumped into the air, Mo Xiu, who was down-to-earth, took some advantage.

He cast his Taoism with all his strength below. The Linghu monk, who could not yet fly, could not move and dodge in mid-air and became an excellent target. However, his iron clothes covering his body were really terrible. Most of Mo Xiu's icy and fiery moves did not break the defense at all on the monk of the Linghu family. At most, let The Linghu iron coat was slightly dullly deformed.

After all, the true spiritual bloodline of the male bully side is not easy to exist. At least in Zhu Peng's opinion, this spiritual fox iron coat protects the whole body in an all-round way, and its actual effect is stronger than the true protective mask of the monks at the same level.

The iron sand is flowing, and the magnetism is raging. Under Mo Xiu's full attack, although Zhu Peng is not able to plug in, it is not very difficult to tie his slow opponent's sensitive action.

Unless the strength is very different, the lower monks are not completely useless in the battle of the superior monks, not to mention that Zhu Peng's actual combat strength is far from that of ordinary intermediate monks.

When the monk of the Linghu family was forcibly smashed by Mo Xiu in a Linghu iron suit, everything was doomed to an end. Although Mo Xiu has used his magic power and the fire pillar of heaven, it is difficult to break out again in a short time.