Chapter 32 Three splits

Seeing that the red dragon sword shattered the monster, Duan Yueyang's eyes lit up.

"Oh, your curved sword is not simple!"

Duan Yueyang flew carelessly in front of Luo Han and Wu Emao and looked at Luo Han's red dragon sword coldly: "I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, but no matter how much, you are just a practicing qi monk. No matter how sharp the magic weapon is, can you turn the sky? Besides, although your sword is sharp, it is still worse than my mythical beast bottle..."

"Less nonsense, if you want to fight, why say more?" Luo Han shouted and interrupted Duan Yueyang's wordy comments.

Wu Emao and Duan Yueyang looked at Luo Han in surprise. Duan Yueyang did not expect that this little monk in the training period dared to scold himself to his face. He has always been superior. He is really not used to looking at his opponent begging for mercy.

Wu Emao was ashamed and said secretly in his heart. At the same time, the monk, and the member of the White Hall, a little guy in the practice period, dared to drink in the face of a strong enemy, and he has been wandering in the circle of monks for decades and has only known how to retreat. Thinking that this time, I'm afraid it's nine deaths, and Wu Emao's blood nature was also stimulated by Luo Han's roar. Anyway, it's all dead. It's better to be a real man who is not afraid of death before death!

"My nephew said it well. We fought with him!" Wu Emao shouted in a hoarse voice and sacrificed a circular blade to attack Duan Yueyang.

Luo Han smiled and drank off Duan Yueyang's nonsense. On the one hand, he wanted to arouse Wu Emao's determination to fight to fight to the death, and on the other hand, he was worried that the time to open the door was approaching. If he didn't do it again, Wu Emao might have the idea of slipping away from the portal. Once he had the intention to escape, it would be difficult to deal with Duan Yueyang again. Luo Han didn't want to Those strange treasures were taken away by the monks of Spirit Beast Mountain. Now the number of monks is less than he can accept. He does not intend to release anyone from this fairy hall.

A flash of red light, and a red dragon cooperated with the circular blade to cut to Duan Yueyang.

Duan Yueyang snorted coldly. At present, he really didn't see the other party's combat power. The glow in the mythical beast bottle shot out, and a circular monster and a red flying dragon swam out, resisting Wu Emao and Luo Han's magic weapons. Then the mouth of the Mythical Beast Spirit Bottle slowly moved and turned towards Wu Emao's body.

Wu Emao was stunned. He knew that a mythical beast would soon shoot out of the mouth of the bottle to deal with him. At that time, he could only shrink again and finally repeat the mistakes that had just been trapped in the spiritual shield.

"Nephew, the spiritual bottle is going to turn around again. What should I do?"

Wu Emao shouted anxiously at Luo Han. There was an incredible feeling in his heart that he actually asked for help from the monk in the practice period. However, he knew that this behavior was awkward, but he did not feel ridiculous. It seemed that it was a matter of course to ask for help from the nephew with a black and white mask at this moment.

Luo cold smiled. When he used the mythical beast bottle in front of Duan Yueyang, he had observed this magic weapon for a long time and knew that although it was magical, it was not unbreakable.

"Use spiritual power to protect your body!"

Wu Emao only heard his nephew shout, and when he looked over, his nephew had disappeared in place. He subconsciously stimulated the tortoise shell magic power. As soon as he added a layer of spiritual cover to his body, he suddenly felt a man hugging him from behind, and then a huge pulling force gushed out from behind. A flower in front of him was held and teleported 100 meters away. When he opened his eyes again, he was already floating behind Duan Yueyang. .

"Uncle, attack him!"

Luo Han's shout came from behind him. Wu Emao suddenly woke up and put his hands together and pushed it out. A thick beam of light was hitting Duan Yueyang's back, stirring up a dazzling lightning. This beam of light is the only attack spell in Wu Emao's turtle shell magic skill. The turtle wave light column is not sharp, but it is better than the great spiritual power. Although the thunder-patterned armor on Duan Yueyang's body completely blocked this beam of light, Duan Yueyang was also in pain and was pushed more than ten meters away.

"Well, you are so famous that you can fly so fast. Do you have any best flying magic weapons?"

Duan Yueyang turned around and squinted at Luo Han. At a glance, he didn't find any mysterious magic weapon under Luo Han's feet. No matter from that angle, Luo Han was an extremely ordinary monk.

When Duan Yueyang observed Luo Han, the spiritual bottle above his head also rotated. Once the mouth of the bottle was aimed at Luo Han, it would emit glow to summon the mythical beast.

Of course, Luo Han would not give him the opportunity to summon the mythical beast, inject the gray silkworm shirt with spiritual power, and fly behind Duan Yueyang with Wu Ermao in his arms again. Because the flight speed was too fast, Wu Emao felt a strong sense of tearing in his body, and his bones were sore all over his body. If Luo Han hadn't reminded him in advance to strengthen his spiritual power, I'm afraid he It has been torn by this speed for a long time.

"Boom!"

Another turtle wave light column bombarded Duan Yueyang's back, but this time Duan Yueyang had already taken precautions and thickened the spiritual power on the armor, so the light column did not cause any damage to him, but only aroused a shining electric light in vain.

"Dayong, what is the fierce fairy doing? Why is he holding a man and flashing around in the sky?" Wang Lianhua asked strangely.

"Well, the fairy he held hit the bottle-playing fairy with spells. My grandfather said this trick... It seems to be called... Oh, by the way, it's called exorcising tigers and wolf!" Li Dayong's cousin interrupted.

"What's driving a tiger and wolf, my grandma, oh, your grandfather's second aunt, she said it's called killing people with a knife!" Li Dayong stared at his cousin with contempt.

"The second nephew, the third aunt (Li Dayong's grandmother) is wrong. My uncle and grandma said that this kind of three people fight together is called three splits!"

"Oh...cow...force!" Li Dayong and his cousin and wife nodded and praised at the same time.

Without the worry of life, Wu Emao's shell magic power is far away, and the profound spiritual advantage has gradually come into play. He bombarded Duan Yueyang, and Duan Yueyang's heart is dry, but the mythical beast bottle turns back and forth, but he can't catch the figures of Wu Emao and Luo Han.

However, Duan Yueyang was not worried about his life. He was a monk in the later period of foundation construction, with profound spiritual power and thunderbole armor protection. In any case, he was invincible.

"The portal is about to open. If you don't kill, I'm afraid the situation will change." Luo Han took the time to look at the soul star jade watch on his wrist, and his heart was secretly murderous.

"Bomb!"

Luo Han hugged Wu Emao and turned in another direction. Taking advantage of the gap between the light column of the turtle wave, Luo Han quickly whispered in his ear, "Uncle, if I continue to fly like this, my spiritual power will be exhausted. I will turn to the key behind him later. You must hit it with all your strength. This is the last chance."

Wu Emao was very happy. Suddenly, he heard that Luo Han was going to run out of spiritual power and was shocked. When he heard that there was one last chance, he hesitated a little, nodded fiercely and began to pour the spiritual power of his whole body into the palm of his hand.

Duan Yueyang did not know the dialogue between Luo Han and Wu Emao. He also estimated that the time for the Xiantang to open the door was almost arrived. He couldn't help but decide whether to let go of this pair of slippery white pavilion monks leaving the Xiantang or to insist on killing them after their spiritual power was exhausted to keep the secret of his magic weapon.

As he was thinking, he found that Luo Han and Wu Emao disappeared from the original place again.

With a contemptuous smile, he poured his spiritual power into the thunderboled armor and was ready to block the attack and leave the fairy hall. As long as he brought the medicinal herbs and elixirs in the bag back to the spirit beast mountain, he may be able to let the leader come out of the retreat. At that time, with the cultivation of his infancy, the white hall and the black hall were not a blow. Become waste.

"Wow!"

The sound of the object approaching sounded, but Duan Yueyang did not find anyone around him.

Duan Yueyang was shocked. Where did the people go?

This is the drawback brought about by inertial thinking. Luo Han has only moved in a horizontal plane with Duan Yueyang, but he has never forgotten this three-dimensional battlefield. There is a wide combat space on Duan Yueyang's head and soles feet. He wants to create thinking inertia for Duan Yueyang, and then suddenly from the direction he did not expect. In the attack, Duan Yueyang will definitely have a short sense of loss, which will be fatal.

Wu Emao is now being taken three meters above the mythical beast bottle by Luo Han. The thick turtle beam between his hands is like the anger pouring down from the heavenly court, gushing out to the top of the mythical beast bottle and Duan Yueyang's head.