Chapter 495, 250, S-type Big Drift

"Hold on, hold on for a while, they can't catch up with us at this speed. Er, I think so! Anyway, as long as we get out of the Jubao Cave, the sky is wide, and the world is really nowhere to escape. I don't know if he is talking to the girl in his arms. Zhu Peng is still talking to himself. Anyway, his mouth has never stopped since the beginning.

The Iron God Eagle is flying like electricity in the Jubao Cave. From time to time, an S-type with a speed of 250 per hour drifts continuously. The wind roars in his ears because of its rapidity, and holds a "petty" convex woman in his arms. If it hadn't been for the two winged birds behind him chasing like a mad dog, this is actually It is also quite a good experience memory.

Zhu Peng has never cared about revealing his identity when he is driving his life for himself. What's more, without this terrible dynamic vision, Zhu Peng doesn't have the ability to drive the iron god eagle at full speed through the cave with complex terrain.

It's like someone driving an F1 car at high speed in downtown Beijing. It is not only a matter of technology, but also requires a kind of courage and mentality that is close to life. Instead of civilized words, Zhu Peng is the opportunity to fight with the courage of death.

"Roar" With a roar, a fierce flame-like wave suddenly burst out at the wall in front of the left. The whole stone wall was blown into powder in an instant, and a huge all-metal spear broke out of the wall from the other side of the wall - Zhu Peng also wanted to make such a convenient and violent way, but he could not explode from time to time except for a few big moves. The fierce attack power of the builder of the foundation.

The purple eyes in the eyes are turning crazily, and Zhenyuan and qi and blood are boiling. Prediction + experience + guess = instant reaction. Zhu Peng not only used Zhenyuan, but also used the power of his body. He trampled on the left wing of the iron god eagle, tilted his center of gravity, and finally exerted a high-speed reaction that exceeded the limit of the eagle's performance, and moved his head to the left. ( In this paragraph, please refer to "Superman" in your mind to slow down the fast-running jeep with his feet in the car.)

"Boom" the golden armored puppet with a gorgeous manicure came out of the wall with an unusually fierce and tough posture. However, this kind of wall with a strengthened defense array seems to be made of stone, but the defense is actually like a thick pure steel ingot in the human world. Even if it is equivalent to the terrible impact of the foundation monk, it is difficult. With a stab in, he directly and easily broke through the wall. Therefore, at the moment of breaking through the stone wall, it stiffened slightly and was slightly limited by the flexibility of the body by the overly solid stone wall.

Zhu Peng bet that he has such a moment of stiffness, "Bang... hiss... hiss..." It's like a heavy cavalry on the ancient battlefield. Zhu Peng holds the King Kong sword in his hand, holding the terrible impact of high-speed flight. Based on the extreme operation of purple eyes, he stabilizes a sword straight into this golden armored fierce god. Above the body. At this moment, the overly hard texture of the King Kong Sword has become its best attribute. Although Zhu Peng's large number of Zhenyuan-protected palms have been faintly cracked by the anti-shock, it has perfectly completed the task assigned to it by Zhu Peng like a hard heavy riding gun.

After the sword was stabbed out, Zhu Peng stepped on the eagle, swirled, and suffered a terrible reaction. He laughed wildly and flew away. Behind him, there is a cloth full of mysterious runes, which fall to the ground like a work of art. I can't kill you to strengthen another golden armor fierce god, but I cut off your wings so that you can't chase me anymore. There's no problem.

"It's just a puppet after all. The defense depends on the hardness of the material itself. If it is really a strong man in the early stage of foundation construction, my sword can break through the real shield of the body, and I'm afraid I can't even hurt anyone's hair." He trembled his right hand to control the flying eagle, and his left hand was applying medicine to his lower abdomen. Just now, in order to ensure the effect of the thrust and reduce the damage to the arm, Zhu Peng put the hilt of the King Kong sword on his lower abdomen. Under the huge impact, the hard hilt almost really broke Zhu Peng's internal and external practice.

Of course, this is also the consequence of Zhu Peng's excessive saving of Zhenyuan. If he has just exploded Zhenyuan and Yuanci, cut out a thunderbolt, and cut off with a sword, the puppet's head is not imperable.

It's just a paradox here. Zhu Peng can't kill the golden armored fierce god, because killing it will strengthen another golden armored fierce god.

Since he can't kill, Zhu Peng will not waste Zhenyuan on it. He would rather suffer some injuries to his lower abdomen that do not affect his combat effectiveness. He would rather have his right arm numb for a while, but he could save the consumption of the real yuan of the next trick. This seemingly inconspicuous little skill is Zhu Peng's precious experience on saving his life on the battlefield. Any hard battle. Before the fight was finished, Zhu Peng regarded it as a protracted battle preparation.

The hisss of the eagle's wings slid through the air at high speed. Zhu Peng drove the iron god eagle and finally rushed out of the most difficult area and flew to the air similar to Dongfu Square. Here, he could fly in a straight line.

Just looking closer and closer to the outside world, Zhu Peng and the girl in his arms, who should have been relieved and boldly ran forward, did not mean any joy, because they saw a very magnificent endless sea of clouds, and the white clouds were like waves wrapped in the nine-day wind... "Sun, why do we In the nine-day wind layer?" Zhu Peng said as if he had a toothache.

In the distance, he was still holding a trace of fantasy hope, but when Zhu Peng drove the machine iron god eagle and flew closer, he stood at the edge of the Jubao Cave. What he saw was clouds, white clouds and dogs, and waves of clouds, so magnificent and dazzling.

It's just that Zhu Peng and the woman in his arms are like mortals trapped on the isolated island of Yunhai together. In addition to being stunned, they are stupid. They are facing each other, but they want to cry without tears. There is nothing more cruel in the world than giving you hope and then depriving it when you are close to it.

No matter how difficult the life is, you have to live day by day. Before the deadline comes, even those who are as fragile as mortals have to grit their teeth and insist on living day after day.

In Jubaozhai, the most cruel blood fight continues. As the leader of the strongest sect of the Northern Demon Sect, the strength and fierceness of the Seven Lie ancestors are not easily imagined by the puppet master of the Jubao Cave. They are surrounded by four and a half basic monks of the same level (the puppet master is seriously injured and the combat effectiveness is seriously reduced, so It can only be counted as half.), but until this time, the puppet master can't stand it, but the ancestor of Qilie is still insisting on it.

"Death, why don't you die? It's all this point. Why don't you die? Hurry up and die."

Author: http://book.zongheng.com/book/166149.html 2012 Doomsday Fairy This book is published vertically and horizontally. Thank you for your great support. In addition, salted fish, I swear that I did not deceive all readers, I I really thought it was the first one today, but why is there no me on the homepage? Salted fish, let's edit it later. Bow down. I'm sorry, everyone.