Chapter 128 There is no door

Chapter 128 There is no door to the ground

Such a collision makes the soul power in the body of Changfei Tiger. The mana was shocked by the explosion, and his face turned pale in an instant. His body shook, and finally a mouthful of blood was about to spit out. He had a little difficulty breathing, and his hand holding the spell was even trembling. But fortunately, there was a charm control in his soul, and his soul was not defeated at once.

The blood that choked his throat. Being bitten by Chang Feihu, he blocked his blood and gas back. The strength of his whole body almost collapsed under such a powerful force to meet the holy master, and the connection with Bi Xiandao also became weak.

"Good...that's awesome!"

Chang Feihu swallowed the blood that surged up in his throat and said with a grin like tearing his heart and lungs.

Then the calmed face did not change at all because of such a nearly fatal attack. Chang Feihu knew that the one-eyed dragon did not do his best, but was just to scare and warn them, but such an attack had made him almost unable to fight.

Although the flying tiger is on the passive side, it is not without any gain. It is not only because of the conceit and carelessness of the one-eyed dragon that he took this move, but also at the moment when the two magic weapons hit, the cold flame light tore the void and gave a harsh scream at the same time, and the sword light from the sword was sent by Bixia. The knife is all broken. The one-eyed dragon's rune sword was cut off, and the long sword was cut into two sections by Bixia's knife, and the head cut through the meteor-like dazzling light and fell into the grass. It ignited the ice-covered grassland.

Chang Feihu took back the jade knife and was indescribably distressed, just like a big hand twisting it fiercely in his heart. The jade knife was full of cracks, and once again it was completely broken. Another mouthful of blood sprayed on the jade knife. Seeing that the Bixia knife that was about to be broken was somewhat healed, he hurried into the soul.

And the collision of the magic weapon blocked the hair of the one-eyed dragon heart. The feeling was not much better. He stamped his feet with heartache: "My Qingyuan Sword!"

He stamped his feet and scolded, and his voice was extremely angry. The gloomy roar made people shudder: "Good junior, how dare you destroy my treasure? If I don't frustrate your bones and ashes today, I won't be Du. The one-eyed dragon quickly lowered the rune light of the flying charm and followed the falling sword light to find the other half of the magic weapon. He only Gu was heartbroken, but he didn't expect how an intermediate priest broke his sword. He was also lucky in resentment. Fortunately, he didn't get it long ago and didn't have time to sacrifice the life blade. Otherwise, his soul would be damaged and he couldn't recover for a year and a half.

Picking up the tip of the sword more than half a foot long, the one-eyed dragon hummed. Chang Feihu watched it from 100 meters away. The one-eyed dragon swallowed, and there seemed to be a trace of fear in his anger.

Chang Feihu knew that the one-eyed dragon hated him, but he didn't care about such anger. On the contrary, he thought of a way that was not a solution and shouted to Lu Xiping, "We can run separately and live one by one."

Originally, he wanted to throw this deadly trouble to Lu Xiping and Zhou Tai, seeing that they were going to die and have nothing to do with him. Now the situation itself is caused by them, but when he thinks that the two people's level is higher, they run faster than himself, and it's better to be a grasshopper on a rope.

Lu Xiping couldn't wait for such an opportunity. He didn't even care about answering. He grabbed Lei Ming and Yao Yuan with a virtual charm chain and flew away in the other direction. No matter how they shouted and struggled, Lu Xiping just fled forward without saying anything.

Chang Feihu, who looked at Nanli, said reluctantly, "Brother, you also follow Elder Zhou. The one-eyed dragon is now hates me to the bone and will not chase you."

"No! We live and die together. Nan Li didn't agree with anything.

Seeing the one-eyed dragon monster shouting and catch up with him, Chang Feihu's heart trembled, and his neck gasmed coldly. He said to Zhou Tai in a resolute tone, "Senior, take him away quickly. I'll find a way to hold him."

After all, Lu Xiping and Zhou Tai have no feelings for Chang Feihu. After someone was willing to break it, they couldn't ask for it. His hands quickly hit the spell. The virtual rune platform turned into an empty charm chain and rolled up Nanli and ran away. Nanli angrily waved the rune knife against Zhou Tai's head. Before the knife fell, it was used by Zhou Tai before it fell. The chain tied him all over into dumplings, and the other end of the chain also fled quickly.

Looking back and looking at the followers who finally disappeared at the end of the sky, a nervous heart suddenly slowly calmed down.

The sky is full of dark clouds, and the air is full of coldness. The cold atmosphere makes people feel cold, and a snowstorm is coming. The wind in the air and on the ground was getting louder and louder, and it came out one after another, whining and roaring, which made people a little creepy.

Chang Feihu tried his best to calm down his nervousness and cursed at the one-eyed dragon: "I'm always smashing it, I'm not afraid of you!"

While cursing, a faint yellow soul power emerged, stirring the soul, summoning out the illusory light of runes, and putting on the soul armor and driving the flying charm and running away.

The one-eyed dragon didn't seem to hear such a scolding and angry roar, but his eyes were a little distracted.

"Hmm?"

He became interested in the soul armor of Changfeihu.

"What is this? Spell armor?" The one-eyed dragon asked in surprise. Although the Will continent is an intermediate charm continent, it does not mean that everything is higher than the charm skills of the fairy continent. There is no soul armor like this.

"It seems that this boy is a little famous." The one-eyed dragon began to be interested in Chang Feihu, completely changing the original intention of killing.

Suddenly, the words of the one-eyed dragon sounded in the ear of the flying tiger. That is a spell similar to spiritual eye, which can deliver words directly to the other party's ears. Hey, little guy, it's good. It's really a little beyond my expectation to be able to resist the attack of my five-point power. There is such a strange armor! Not bad. If you are willing to honestly say what I want to know. I can let you go. How about it?"

"You are a saint. I don't know what kind of high-level charms and spells you can't know. How can you think of using such a clumsy method to seduce me? I'm not fooled." Chang Feihu didn't look back. He didn't believe such a lie. Even if the one-eyed dragon was telling the truth, he would not let an enemy learn the soul armor of Shanfumen.

"Hey, don't chase me, do you hear me?" There was a hatred in his voice, thinking about how to get out of the current predicament.

The current situation is very unfavorable to him, and the tentative touch just now made him suffer a great loss. The longer it goes on like this, the worse it will be.

Chang Feihu dodged and went straight to the other direction. He lamented in his heart that he was afraid he could never go back this time. The hateful Zhou Tai, who caused trouble for no reason, ran away regardless of his life. The one-eyed dragon glanced at Chang Feihu and glanced around faintly, and frowned slightly, as if he was very angry with the professionals who escaped separately. Dan, stared at Chang Feihu and chased after him vierously.

After a short time, he quickly approached Chang Feihu. The difference in the order between them was too different. It was not difficult for a saint to catch up with the priest. He not only remembered Chang Feihu's spare knife, but also had a strong interest in the soul armor, hanging not far behind. .

The one-eyed dragon is distressed about his magic weapon. He couldn't figure out how a priest could damage his magic weapon. He couldn't believe how a priest could compete with the power of the saint. How could it be possible? Therefore, some pairs of Bixia knives are a little afraid, and they are no longer used to attack with substantive magic weapons. They fly around and twist their hands to make spells, forming a blade composed of virtual symbols.

The blade of the virtual charm quickly formed a sharp weapon like a wind blade. The one-eyed dragon opened its arm and pushed it, and a translucent knife light, and the shrill speed went straight to Changfeihu. Because it was very close to the back as soon as he heard the sound, Changfeihu did not even dare to go back and dodge quickly, but the strength difference between the priest and the ginshen priest was too much. It's different.

xiu,

The fierce breaking air made the surrounding clouds swing, with a whistling sound, an invisible sharpness, and a fierce blow to Chang Feihu's body. This time, Chang Feihu made preparations in advance. He took a long breath and jumped into the side clouds. With the strength of his waist and abdomen, he bowed up, opened the angle, and just finished it. In this action, the knife light waved, but it still did not completely avoid it. The attack speed of the ginseng master was too fast, so that Chang Feihu, who only had the cultivation of the priest, could not compete in strength.

bang,

With a fierce wind, the knife suddenly hit him on the shoulder. Chang Feihu, who felt the pain, hurriedly and dodged his waist, but still did not completely avoid it. The sharp knife light brushed past the armor, and the soul armor was cut, stirring up a yellow wave, which immediately made Chang Feihu's face look. Pale. Blood overflowed along the wound of the armor and floated a little red in the air.

This series of movements seemed to be long, but the actual time was only very short. Unexpectedly, even a blow could not be avoided. The chill suddenly rose along the spine. He clearly felt that the hair of his whole body stood up involuntarily for a moment, and his scalp was numb.

The saint of Xingshen is really powerful, and he only hurt himself with one move, but this did not scare Chang Feihu, and the pain aroused his unruly character.

He scolded: "Grandma, bear, don't think it's easy for the sacrificer to bully."

A huge murderous intention stirred up from the angry chest, rushed into the slightly narrowed eyes, looked at the approaching one-eyed dragon, and slowly pulled up a cold arc at the corners of his mouth, with a sense of inexplicable sneering murder.

"Soul Dharma!"

A dull low shout sounded in his heart. Chang Feihu clenched his fist and stretched out his palm. A lavender soul flame rose more than a foot high in his fierce eyes. Then the cracked Bixia knife appeared on the palm of his hand out of thin air, and suddenly ignited purple soul inflammation on the Bixia knife. That is the fire of the soul of a three-stage soul.