Chapter 147 The more defeated the Vietnam War, the more brave the Vietnam War

The five ugly monsters look different in appearance, but in common, they are all so fierce, with fangs and claws, exuding a breath of death all over their bodies, and they are all so tall that they are almost four meters high. Each monster stared at the white-clothed fighting saint beside them with cold eyes.

However, the four fighting saints, who had no senses, still stood there dullly.

Suddenly, four ugly monsters raised their claws at the same time, and then waved to the white-clad saints around them. Suddenly, with a "bang", blood splashed everywhere, and four white fighting saints flew backwards at the same time.

And the next moment when the four white fighting saints flew away, the four monsters around them also disappeared at the same time. Poo! Poo! "Puff!" After not knowing the sound of a few claws, the monster disappeared, and then the prison demon field also disappeared at this moment. The sun reappeared and the flowers and plants reappeared. The four white fighting saints lay on one side full of blood, and their white clothes were almost all stained with blood. Obviously, all four heavenly saints have lost their combat effectiveness.

While fighting at night, Xuanmo is also engaged in a fierce battle.

The prisoner quickly condensed in his hand, and the burning knife also ignited a golden red flame in an instant. With a bang, with the elasticity of the ground, he stepped on the ghost and quickly rushed to the six white-clothed fighting saints.

"Bum! Bang! Bang! ....." After several violent bombardments, Xuanmo was bombarded out by one of the fighting saints, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

And the six white-clothed fighting saints did not have the upper hand. With the strange pace of ghost steps and the power of the Mingyan killing knife, Xuanmo cut a blow on the back of the six white-clothed fighting saints. Although it was only a shallow scratch, with the unique dark fire power of the holy weapon Mingyan killing knife, And the ultimate fire magic of the prisoner also makes them uncomfortable.

Then, he wiped the blood on his mouth, held the Mingyan killing knife to support his body, showed a trace of evil smile at the corners of his mouth, and rushed to the enemy's array. After sixty-first, Xuanmo's physical strength became stronger, especially after he was forcibly opened Shaotang acupoint, he always felt that his body had undergone another qualitative change. What he doesn't know is that after so many battle baptisms, Xuanmo's body is enough to withstand the powerful impact of rebirth.

The six white-dressed fighting saints frowned at the same time, and by this time, the dark fighters next to them were about to rush up.

One of the fighting saints saw the situation, and his right fist hurriedly condensed the strong ultimate earth magic, and then suddenly hammered it to the ground. At the same time, he shouted loudly, "The sky and the earth thorn!"

Suddenly, a five-meter-high ground thorn quickly rose around the six fighting saints, just surrounding Xuanmo and the six of them. Tongtian Earth Thorn is the group defense skill of the earth fighting saint, and it is almost difficult for the fighter who has not reached the strength above rebirth to break it. Well, that is to say, only Xuanmo can fight a decisive battle with six saints, but more accurately, it should be one person and one beast, because there is also a shadow fire phoenix flying in the air.

"Bum! Bang! Bang! ..." "Boom!" Xuanmo was bombarded out again without any suspense, but this time he was hit hard on the ground and fell to the ground again. At this time, a fiery red palm print appeared on his chest, which was the palm of the fire fighting saint, called the fire cloud holy palm. The fire cloud holy palm and Xuanmo's explosive fist are very similar, both of which put fire magic into the enemy's body, but the fire cloud holy palm is different from the explosive fist. The fire cloud holy palm is to beat the extremely hot fire magic into Xuanmo's body, and then burn it in his body for ten minutes, and the terrible thing is here, burning for ten minutes. Burn the internal organs, ask, who can bear it except the Eucharist?

The qi and blood in the body rumbled violently again, and then a hot flame burned violently in his five organs, and the blood couldn't help overflowing out. Huoyun Holy Palm is equivalent to a single slow attack skill above level 70. Only Xuanmo, who is under the palm, knows its strength.

At this time, it was obvious that Xuanmo's hand holding the Mingyan knife was trembling violently. A second later, Xuanmo still stood up hard, smiled at the six white-clad saints, and then gritted his teeth and shouted, "Feng'er!"

After receiving Xuan Mo's message, Feng Er immediately spit out a black flame at the six white-clothed fighting saints, and then quickly dragged Xuan Mo on his back.

The next moment, the black flame disappeared, and Feng'er just swooped towards them. On the back is the Xuanmo with a high killing knife.

"The underworld is killed!"

With a roar, the huge black light burning with golden flames suddenly cut towards one of the wind fighting saints, due to the chaos of the black flames spit out by Feng'er just now. Under the hurried defense of the Wind Fighting Saint, he has left a black blood stain on his left shoulder. Finally, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Mingyan Killing is a heavenly skill attached to the Mingyan Killing Knife. When the blood flowing from Xuanmo drips on its body, he completed the fusion of him and Mingyan Killing Knife, and at the moment of the integration, this skill was added to his soul imprint. In terms of strength, the underworld absolutely reaches more than 70 skills. Imagine how the skills attached to the holy weapon can be poor, not to mention this rare dark fire double-attribute sacred weapon.

The next moment when the wind fighting saint was injured, Feng'er quickly spewed out another black flame.

"Everyone, disperse!" The remaining five white-dressed saints seemed to have learned a lesson and immediately scattered around.

"Hmm! Do you want to disperse? It's not that easy." Enduring the pain of the extreme flame burning in his heart, Xuan Mo said fiercely.

At this time, Xuan Mo began to hold the knife in one hand, and raised his left hand quickly. The dark magic rotated at full speed, and the gloomy voice sounded again, "The great curse halo!"

At the next moment, before the six saints ran three meters away, they had found a black halo wrapped around their bodies, their mobility suddenly lost, and their various attributes of their bodies gradually declined. Using the great curse aura again, Xuanmo seems to be comfortable. After all, it was only 43 levels at that time, but now it has reached 61 levels.

As soon as Xuan Mo finished reading the curse halo, he began to condense the next skill. Suddenly, a dark cloud began to appear above the heads of the six white-clad fighting saints, and the terrible power of hell spread in an instant.