Chapter 229,

Zhu Peng's shadows all over the sky suddenly dispersed by more than half. Just like Zhu Peng's ten-machine puppets, the combat effectiveness of ten machines together is 100, so the real combat effectiveness of a single puppet is definitely less than ten, and it's good to have seven.

The same is true of the silver wheel iron ring. One main attack and one main defense, the silver wheel main attack, the main defense of the iron ring, the two cooperate, the power killing and damage is not only doubled. The double ring was thrown out by Lingluo Shangren, just because of his absolute confidence in his control skills.

He is indeed qualified for self-confidence. The aura spirit on the iron ring has obviously been dispersed by Zhu Peng's half-inexperienced Zi Xiaoyan, and was nailed to the ground by the Sheshen sword. But at this time, Lingluo's superiors are moved wholeheartedly, and the iron ring is still moving faintly. Although it is not strong, it can't stop impacting. Give up the divine sword. It's just that Zhu Peng didn't care. Before the iron ring opened the house sword, the old man in front of him had been sent to where he should go by Zhu Peng.

Yangsheng Zhenyuan and Tieshayuan magnetism gathered on Zhu Peng's right hand at the same time, and the flashing electric light instantly exploded vigorously. Compared with the past, when Zhu Peng controlled the thunder cut at this time, he had eliminated the smoke and fire murderous atmosphere, and there was no longer the shocking power of the past. Although the flashing thunderlight was still bright, it would only make a faint "chirp" sound, not the arrogance of thousands of birds in the past. The domineering Lei Che has been completely controlled by Zhu Peng, and his tempering has become as soft as water.

Lei Che, the instantaneous surprise and strong advance, Zhu Peng's whole body almost turned into a rainbow driven by the thunder and lightning. Its speed was so fast that it even surpassed the silver wheel of the attack spirit. The palm full of murderousness and blazing electric light stabbed the waist and abdomen of Lingluo's superior like a spear, and the old man was indeed a person. Looking at Zhu Peng's surprise attack, his eyes were cold, but the first action was to directly throw Han Youer in his arms.

In the face of Zhu Peng's amazing attack, he was not sure to block it, especially in the case of losing the "iron ring" of the defensive spiritual weapon. However, his temperament, his pride, his former glory and conceit make him not take an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl as a meat shield, even if the little girl was originally 'eating' for him, it was the same.

The arm full of blazing thunder penetrates the true shield of Lingluo Shangren's body. Zhu Peng's painstakingly condensed growth technique has finally exerted its powerful power today. It's just that his cultivation is more than that of Lingluo Shangren. After all, there is no overwhelming absolute advantage. With one palm, only a small half penetrates the body of Lingluo Shangren, and most of it is embedded in the protective armor of Lingluo Shangren.

"Jior, good skills, good decision, good art. It's a pity that the power is still a little worse.

With a gentle smile, Lingluo Shangren looked at the young strong man in front of him, and he seemed to have returned to the illustrious years of the past. Even the cultivation bottleneck that has not been broken for more than ten years has produced a faint loosening change. Lingluo Shangren suddenly had an intuitive premonition. As long as he defeated the teenager in front of him, as long as he could return to Tianhu Qingqiu alive, as long as he retreated a little, he would definitely be able to break through the bottleneck of cultivation that had troubled him for more than ten years and become the nine layers of gas refining. The strong.

Zhu Peng did not carry out any verbal counterattack for the sarcastic words of Lingluo Shangren. He just closed his eyes slightly, tasted, felt, and looked for the deep existence in the change of his body. The battlefield is the best teacher for monks. The fight to the death is a universal means for good and evil monks to break through their own bottlenecks.

The sky is on the front line, between life and death. In other words, it is the monk who wanders between life and death, who can get close to the slightly mysterious sky.

Qi and blood are integrated, Zhenyuan, and it is in the regulation and collocation. Whether it is the "Health Tips" of the airway or the "Ironshayuan Magnetizing and Eating Hands" that is biased towards the body, they are running crazily. Only the will is still lazy and slowly condensed.

It's not that it doesn't want to be fast, but that it doesn't have rules and rules, and there is no profound skill. Although the spiritual idea accumulated in the two generations is strong, it can't get up quickly at all. Three points of return to the original, mind and body, and three ways to reach the realm. I'm really stupid. I should have understood for a long time. It turns out that what I lack is a profound skill to exercise my divine thoughts.

The doubts in my heart were suddenly solved, but it was very beneficial to the situation in front of me. The silver wheel flew and hit Zhu Peng's back heavily. Although there was a strong protective Zhenyuan shield's drum defense, and despite the defensive body of the green dragon armor, Zhu Peng's whole body was still shaken away by the magnificent force.

"Jior, die." Lingluo's superiors hands drew circles and clamped down. He controlled the silver wheel iron ring for a long time. After a long time, he actually changed a set of skills from the silver wheel iron ring. His hands stretched and drew a circle to attack. At that moment, the air machine Zhenyuan, which broke out was like a pair of strong strikers, and seemed to flatten Zhu Peng's brain in an instant.

"Want to kill me? You don't seem to be qualified enough. A ray of disdainful coldness flashed at the corners of her mouth. A dark figure suddenly appeared behind Lingluo Shangren. She suddenly rushed out of the land, driving a strange thin and light green narrow blade with both hands, and slashed down to Lingluo Shangren's waist, and even wanted to divide his knife into two sections.

It is Zhu Sansan, Zhu Peng's personal adjutant. Although it is shrouded in the array of Tianhu Qingqiu, not to mention the blood monks, it is difficult for Linghu monks to play more and less. This magic array is too big. If you want to control it slightly, it is almost impossible to complete a task.

Of course, the monks of the Linghu clan can control the magic array and selectively circle any party together. Nine layers hit the eighth floor, the eighth floor hit the seventh floor, the seventh floor hit the sixth floor, and the cultivation realm is pressed one layer by layer. How is it not a big victory? It is because of their fighting method that the Blood Soul Alliance, especially the monks of Hanshanyuan and Kuji Jianmen, have suffered great losses. After all, the senior monks of the Blood Soul Ridge often have advanced pupil skills. When they see the change of spiritual fog, the situation is wrong, they often turn around and walk away. The relative pressure is naturally much smaller.

And this time, it was Zhu Peng's turn to break the main trick guarded by the master of Lingluo alone. Under the suppression of the huge array, the number and cultivation of people who can enter here have been greatly limited. The monks on the sixth level of qi refining can only enter one person. Although the monks under the sixth level of qi refining are not suppressed, there are not many monks who come in. The amount of death is purely food delivery.