Chapter 187, Potential, Counterattack

The most exemplary example is Su Wenshe himself, whose pale skin is like a skin disease, and the ruthless and indifferent snake pupils in his eyes. Who can say, who dares to say that this is not the result of the long-term infiltration of the strong demon?

Even if the Hongyu who signed the contract is not long, there is a considerable degree of demonization in Zhu Peng's eyes. The snake is **, and the red jade has become more and more charming in recent years. It's not that she seduced a few men, but that her increasingly soft and slender waist, increasingly blurred eyes, always inadvertently made Zhu Peng feel hot and burning - for Zhu Peng, this is even the evidence of her demonization.

He did not listen to Hongyu's words. Zhu Peng was full of energy, controlled the great sword and spirit. He instantly entered the increasingly chaotic battle array and cut head-on. A monk of the anti-blood alliance was shocked by Zhu Peng's fierceness and instinctively blocked it with a horizontal sword.

It's just that the slender sharp cold sword, under the roar of the Sheshen Sword, instantly broke into two folds, and the whole person was cut into two by Zhu Peng's frontal sword.

The power is not as good as that of people, and the courage is not as good as that of people. Even the sword in the hand is not as good as that of people. It is so strong and self-blocking.

After a sword, the blood was dripping, and the whole monk's battlefield was slightly suffocated by the roaring sword light, but Zhu Peng did not stop. Corresponding to the domineering sword formula of the right hand, it was a small and machine-changing sky waterfall soft sword on his left hand. The sword was skewed, and its front was cold. Although it did not give up the god's rage and domineering, it was more efficient, in an instant. From time to time, he clicked on the assassination, which took the lives of five people. The bright blood flowers bloomed in mid-air like this. Such a beautiful, dazzling, strong and soft killing sword skill, oppressing the whole audience, and the pace of the anti-blood alliance monks chasing and killing unconsciously slowed down.

This is the battlefield of the monk. The personal deterrence and strength are infinitely amplified, and the momentum has become a crucial part of the fight.

"Listen to the order, kill as you go..." After the simple order, Zhu Peng took himself as the front and rushed to the front.

Withdraw? Just kidding. Hongyu's order is simply a joke in Zhu Peng's eyes. In this battle, people can die, but they can't take a step back.

In an army of three or five hundred people, the monks of the Bloody Mountains account for less than two-fifths, even if they are completely destroyed here, for the family with a deep background, it is just a small matter and does not hurt the muscles and bones.

But once you are beaten back, it is very likely to lead to the overall momentum of the family. Now the number of blood alliance is not as good as anti-blood, the possession of resources is not as good as blood, and the comprehensive power is not as good as anti-blood. Why can the anti-blood alliance be defeated?

It was because at the beginning of the war, the Blood Soul Mountain played a powerful momentum. Later, the alliance of the three ethnic groups could not support it and established an anti-blood alliance, but it was still suppressed by the Blood Soul Mountain composed of the big sect.

Because of the momentum, the Blood and Soul Alliance won the battle and made it smooth. But in fact, with the ability of the spirit fox Han family, the paper charm and the background of the royal ghost Cui family, although they recruited small and medium-sized sects in Qin Wangling, the combined strength is much greater than the Blood Soul Alliance, and the quality The deficiency has been largely made up in terms of quantity.

In this case, the most important reliance on the Blood Soul Mountain is the word momentum. Strike the weak with the strong and fight more with less. As long as this courage is maintained, it can finally fight until the anti-blood alliance can't support it. On the contrary, as long as there is one or two defeats, the sharpness at the beginning of the war will be depressing.

The whole monk war has become the most terrible tug-of-war, and this kind of pull-up battle is the most feared by the Blood Alliance. They are the Dazong sect, and their disciples are all elites. This is a great advantage and a disadvantage. The word elite means less. Without a sharp pull-up war means consumption, and the anti-blood alliance can afford to consume. Blood and soul mountains, bitter and silent sword gate, and the cold mountain courtyard can't be consumed.

Zhu Peng, who is well-intentioned and has a lively mind, understands these things very well, so in the face of the retreat in front of him and Hongyu's seemingly correct decision to preserve his strength, he did not hesitate to refuse.

It doesn't matter if this group of people in front of you die here. On the contrary, it can more arouse the unity and counterattack of the blood alliance. However, if they are allowed to retreat alive, the low morale will infect the whole blood army, which Zhu Peng can't stand.

"Three points return to the original, and the divine power is open." Single into the enemy's array, of course, it is impossible for Zhu Peng to have no support. The purple eyes in his eyes are fully opened, not intentional, but the "three points return" of the Chinese magic power he condensed to fully open the various potentials of the caster, so that the heart, body, qi and three points are one.

It forms a strong and powerful combat power, and the purple eye belongs to one of Zhu Peng's potentials. It intensifies the body, dominates the qi veins, strengthens the soul, and is unparalleled with Zhu Peng's three-point return.

In the enemy's relatively scattered battle array, the strong explosion, the stirring horror airflow directly blew through several monks who attacked Zhu Peng. In the soaring airflow and smoke, the domineering sword swept out, cleaning up the more than ten feet of space in front of Zhu Peng. It was not only the enemy of the anti-blood alliance. People were directly cut off by Zhu Peng's sword light, and even the monks of the Blood Alliance.

"I am the bloody Zhu Peng. Listen to my order, kill with me. Those who retreat will die."

The combination of the three mind, body and energy makes Zhu Peng's combat power surge. Although this state cannot last, in this state, it does improve Zhu Peng's various abilities in an all-round way, and the comprehensive combat power enhances terror. No one knows how much his cultivation has been in the past few years, because Zhu Peng has almost never done his best in front of his own people.

Now I'm trying my best to suppress the terrible momentum of the sword, but it has shocked almost everyone. Unless there is a great difference in strength, it can't be completely covered up in the process of all-out.

Looking at Zhu Peng's soaring ghost figure, looking at the hand falling sword, the blood is scattered and cruel, looking at the heroism that snatched into the array, Hongyu only felt extremely cold teeth for a moment, and the red seductive lips couldn't help muttering: "The nine layers of refining gas, he, how could he have Nine layers of gas refining?"

Of course, she doesn't believe it and doesn't want to believe it. Although she knows that she is not as good as Zhu Peng in the progress of her practice, she can't imagine that Zhu Peng has broken through the terrible bottleneck, and other realms of practice are fine. However, in the practice of airway, the eighth layer of qi refining breaks through the ninth layer of qi refining. For monks hundreds of years ago It's not a big hurdle.

For the monks who are now at the end of the Dharma, it is an insurmountable difficulty. Looking at so many seven or eight layers of refining gas in the Blood Spirit Ridge, but there are only five nine layers of refining gas on the surface, you can understand how sad this level is, which is the Blood Soul Ridge. Of the five monks on the ninth floor of gas refining, three are also the number of the three elders of the family.

But Zhu Peng's roaring sword power, rampant killing, ghostly body, and even the swords that fly vertically and horizontally, and the sharp sword light all prove a little fact that he has broken into the nine-layer realm of gas refining, otherwise how could he have the elegant ability of the nine-level monk to attack the sky with the sword.

Such an idea and cognition shocked Hongyu, greatly inspired the monks of the Blood Alliance, and greatly suppressed the prosperity momentum just developed by the Anti-Blood Alliance. The nine layers of gas refining can condense the great magic power. That kind of means can kill one or even several master monks of the eight layers of gas refining in an instant. It is very horrible. The battlefield Above, even if there are two energetic beasts pressing the field, the whole situation still changes repeatedly.

Is Zhu Peng in the nine-layer realm of gas refining? The answer is yes, of course not.

Although in the past few years, Zhu Peng has made every effort to improve his cultivation, kowtap medicine to increase his skills, swallow treasures and things, and sprinkle tens of thousands of spiritual stone flowers. As long as he is beneficial to his own cultivation, he often does not even frown a little. In order to quench the cultivation of Zixiaoyan's gain cultivation, he often goes to the place of extreme threat with a unique sword. The purpose of doing a single task is to kill more people and absorb a few more wisps of yin and killing gas to help ignite the purple night fire.

But Zhu Peng is still not the nine-layer realm of refining gas. His skill has arrived, and he has a state of mind, but he underestimates the unique environment of the end of the Dharma era and the oppression of a monk.

I didn't feel it before, but the closer it is to the nine layers of gas refining, the more Zhu Peng can feel an invisible and qualitative faint oppression. This oppression suppresses Zhu Peng's mind, Zhenyuan, and even his body and blood, like a wall, so that he can't go further.

In the face of this situation, Zhu Peng was not sad, not decadent, or self-abandoned. On the contrary, he was overjoyed, ecstatic, so happy that his whole body trembled, and even to the extent that he was so happy that he was unstoppable.

He didn't have this kind of experience or treatment in his last life. After 2012, Shinto was restarted, the fairy road was reopened, the sky was broken, Gaia disappeared, and the grand ideas between heaven and earth dissipated. Even if there were remnants, it was no longer possible to restrict the monks from going further. Therefore, in his last life, after all kinds of hard conditions were enough, Zhu Peng naturally stepped into the nine layers of gas refining.

No bitterness or astringency, as light as white water. That feeling is like drinking several bowls of white water porridge without even a piece of pickle head, which is extremely tasteless.

In this life, with the accumulation of reincarnation, Zhu Peng's pickle head is back. Overall suppression does not mean bad. On the contrary, in Zhu Peng's eyes, after the few remaining earth monks enter the real fairy civilization, the single combat leader Qunlun is invincible, which is directly related to the various restrictions and oppressions they have experienced in the past. That kind of suppression has undoubtedly polished and thickened their foundation. It affected their future achievements.

At least in the memory of Zhu Peng's experience more than ten years before his rebirth, he could not find a gas refining monk in the immortal civilization who could catch a single pair with Zhu Yun and even the poisonous dragon Li Zhe.