Chapter 449 The Death of Wang Shixun 1

Hearing the voice of the dragon, the devil was shocked. Naturally, he knows who came from, and he knows more about Long Jinhuan's strength. So the devil's first thought was to turn around and run away. It's just that at this moment, he doesn't even have the ability to avoid the hidden weapon, and there is no way to escape. Looking at the speeding deadly hidden weapon, the devil had no choice but to temporarily give up the idea of killing four monks, but urged the energy python to intercept the hidden weapon.

At the same time, Long Jinhuan's teleportation has come to the old monk, and it is dangerous to follow the dragon ball before the dragon ball hits him. And the three monks behind him were injured because the energy lion was destroyed and devoured by energy. They were all seriously injured, but the dragon would not care about their life or death. When the dragon was happy to take over the dragon ball, the old monk Dechan also just came.

"Amitabha, thank you for saving the life of the elder brother. Just ask the donor to return what is in his hand to the old man. This thing is a sacred thing of my Shaolin, which is not easy to get stained with the worldly atmosphere. The old monk Dechan said with his hands folded.

The dragon happily shook the dragon ball in his hand, and then shook his head with a smile and said, "First of all, I didn't mean to save the old blind man. I was just worried that the dragon ball would be stained with human blood. Secondly, old monk, you are really shameless. It's so embarrassing to say that this dragon ball is from Shaolin. I wonder how you got your high reputation?

After Long Jinhuan finished speaking, he suddenly had three more dragon balls in his hand, and then raised all four dragon balls in front of the old monk, raised his eyebrows and said, "Take it. Look at that one is your Shaolin?"

"This, this, don't be joking. Please return the Dragon Ball to Lao Kun as soon as you can. Naturally, Dechan can't tell that the dragon ball belongs to Shaolin.

How could Long Jinhuan return it to him? Long Jinhuan put away all the dragon balls and said, "Don't bother me! Dragon Ball is the thing of my teacher, and today is the time when things return to the original owner. Old monk, get out of the way. I'm going to deal with the bastard behind you.

"The benefactor, there is no empty word. You can't let you take the Dragon Ball away." De Chan was still entangled and said.

Before Long Jinhuan could speak, the devil over there finally recovered. Although he stopped the hidden weapon before, he used huge energy to intercept two small hidden weapons, which was no less than a sledgehammer to smash flies, and it was easy to flash his waist. Well, this bastard obviously suffered a little internal injury. He had been adjusting his breath just now and didn't have time to escape.

"My good apprentice, it's great that you snatched the Dragon Ball back again. Since Dragon Ball is good, let's go first as a teacher. We will make peace in the old place. After the devil finished speaking, he was ready to run away with light kung fu.

"Fuck you, you dare to take advantage of me. Where are you going to escape today? After saying that, Long Jinhuan chased after the devil.

How can De Chan let the dragon go happily and shout, "Don't go!" He also chased after the dragon.

Long Jinhuan's strength has progressed now, and the bastard is a little injured again. Naturally, he can't run away from Long Jinhuan. However, because Long Jinhuan was deeply resentful about this bastard in his heart, he took out his own Panlong Broken Soul Gun for the first time.

As soon as the Panlong Broken Soul Gun came out, the gun body composed of gold, silver and double dragons emitted bursts of dragon chanting. The dragon happily tried his best to throw out the Panlong gun. Panlong gun was like a streamer light, straight into the back of the devil's head. The demon felt the huge threat behind him and had no choice but to turn around to deal with it. The devil cut horizontally and wanted to pick out the dragon gun.

With a crisp sound, although the Panlong gun was picked open, there was an extra gap on the blade of the devil's drinking knife, and the devil's mouth was cracked, and the blood kept flowing. However, all the blood was sucked away by the magic knife. Originally, the black gas of the knife body showed signs of dissipating, but when he sucked blood, it became stronger again.

Long Jinhuan waved his hand, and the Panlong gun inserted on the stone wall in the distance automatically flew back to Long Jinhuan's hand. Long Jinhuan held a gun in one hand and pointed to the devil's head and said, "Your broken knife is quite strong, but it is not broken. Shrinking-headed turtle, this magic knife is a thing of the Wang family. You bastard is addicted to shrinking turtles, and you still don't take off the mask.

"My good apprentice, the master passed on the throne of the Holy Lord to you. You actually want to avenge your kindness and kill the master to cover up your blood washing of martial arts. It's a pity that the whole martial arts now knows that you are the little son of the Long family, and the dragon is happy. It's useless for you to kill me. At this time, the devil still does not forget to frame the dragon.

Long Jin smiled and said, "Good plan, good plan. Unfortunately, I broke it today. In fact, I should thank you, because I have a plan to unify the world. Instead, you paved the way for me in advance.

After Long Jinhuan finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head of the gun to the old monk Dechan who caught up and continued to say, "Old monk, stand aside and watch the play. When I finish cleaning up this shrinking turtle, you can decide whether to ask me for Dragon Ball.

The old monk Dechan knew that he was not the opponent of the dragon's joy, so he had to stand aside to watch the play. This made the devil's calculation fail again. He wanted Long Jinhuan to fight with the old monk so that he could take the opportunity to escape.

"Good apprentice, in fact, our masters and apprentices should work together. In this way, the whole world is at your fingertips. Why do you and I kill each other and take advantage of these so-called righteous people? The devil continued.

"Bah, I scolded the one next door. If you dare to take advantage of me again, be careful that I will slaughter your Wang family all over the house. What you hold in your hand is a magic knife. Wang Deyuan used it. What is the relationship between you and Wang Deyuan? If I'm right, you should be Wang Shixun, right? Long Jinhuan guessed.

"Hahaha, this is what I stole from the Wang family. I practiced the blood magic skill. It's really like a tiger with this knife." The devil laughed.

"Since you don't admit it, you have to take off the shell on your face and see how you pretend to be a ghost." After saying that, the dragon tendon suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he shot at the devil's eyebrows.

Although the devil has been on guard for a long time, he is so weak that he can only passively resist with a magic knife. The devil was shot out, and there was a small hole in the magic knife.

"You are not my opponent at all. If you don't want to die, just take off your mask and I'll spare you my life today!" Long Jinhuan said as he walked to the devil.

The devil can't see his expression clearly because he is wearing a mask, but he must look ugly at this moment. The devil suddenly stood up and said slowly, "Although your strength has progressed rapidly, it has broken through to the realm of the god of war. But it's not that easy to kill me."

The devil obviously realized that he did not show his ability to look after the house, and he could not escape from Long Jinhuan today. Therefore, a black gas suddenly appeared on the devil's body, tearing his coat to pieces, revealing the body inside.

Then the devil clicked randomly on his body, and finally something strange happened. The blood vessels of the devil's whole body swelled up, and the blood flowing rapidly inside was clearly visible. The devil's body was gradually shrouded in blood fog. When the blood fog dissipated, the devil's whole body became extremely dark red. The blood seemed to flow outside the body, and his eyes also glowed red.

"Fure, what the hell, how can you make yourself so human and ghostless." Although Long Jinhuan felt that the strength of the devil was constantly rising, he was still not nervous or worried.

"Amitabha, this is the highest level of blood demon power, blood demon possession. In fact, it is to forcibly stimulate the blood in the body and increase its strength in a short period of time. This method is a self-harming skill. Although this person's strength will surge by two to three levels within an hour, the consequences are also quite serious. When the time comes, his strength will also regress and become a master of super masters. De Chan actually kindly reminded Long Jinhuan.

Long Jinhuan did feel that the devil's strength has reached the middle level of the God of War, which is even higher than his Long Jinhuan. However, Long Jinhuan not only has three unique moves, but also golden armor and Panlong gun, all of which are already in the realm of super gods. There is no need to be afraid of this bastard.

Bah, the dragon took a sip on the ground happily. Then he said disdainfully, "What are you dragging? Damn it, even if you suddenly become a bastard and a salted egg superman, I will still do it."

After Long Jinhuan finished speaking, he no longer hid his private life. His clothes gradually became blurred, and the last golden armor was worn on his body. Long Jinhuan is holding a dragon gun. How can he be pretentious?

"You are lucky. The industry has not really come in handy since the date of acquisition. Take your blood today and sacrifice the power of his first battle. Long Jin said happily.

The devil also felt the surge in the strength of Long Jinhuan, so while improving his strength, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, all of which sprayed on the magic knife. The drinking knife is like a bloodthirsty warcraft. After being moistened by the blood of the devil's head, the black gas around the body is thicker, and the small holes and gaps on the previous knife also disappeared. It is.

The dragon is happy and stands opposite to the devil, and the war is imminent. Dechan, an old monk, was also self-aknowledged. He knew that his strength was weak. He could live a few more years for his old life, and he quickly pulled far away.