Chapter 528 Kill Long Yangjun

Kansai Zhang Bushi, Ma Lu visited a famous teacher, sharpened a sword for three years, and became known all over the world.

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An Bochen quietly looked at his former comrades-in-arms and partners. For a long time, he shook his head and smiled.

Before he saw Zhang Bushi, he was more or less hopeful. After all, a few months ago, Zhang Bushi killed the old devil and saved Wuhua, which inevitably made An Bochen doubt whether Zhang Bushi was still thinking about the old feelings.

After 180 years, seeing Zhang Bushi again, the hopes in An Bochen's heart disappeared.

Once you enter the devil's way, you will feed the devil for life.

Zhang Bushi is still the man in a pair of hemp shoes, but in addition to that pair of cloth shoes, he has become another person from head to toe - Wuyoujun, the descendant of the Magician.

He stood so quietly in the night rain, as if he had come out of the ink painting. He could no longer notice the smell of "human" all over his body, but another creature without feelings and no memory, which was so strange that it made people's hearts chill.

Is this magic?

Looking at Zhang Bushi as if he was covered with a layer of mercury and a masked face, An Bochen said silently in his heart.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

Long Yangjun smiled easily, with a touching smile on his face, but deep in his enchanting eyes, there was a strong regret.

At this moment, he doesn't know what's going on.

"Bear your genshin."

Zhang Bushi's voice did not fluctuate at all, but it came out straight in the night rain, as sharp as a blade, piercing into Long Yangjun's heart.

Long Yangjun's body trembled, and his gentle and touching expression broke in an instant. He stared at Zhang Bu Shi who came towards him viciously. The aftergguang glanced at An Bochen, and suddenly appeared on his face: "So it's you! Wuyoujun, if you collude with the remnants of the eastern world, you are not afraid that the master will come back and beat you into the boundless abyss!"

"Who knows?"

It was the first Wang Feng who opened his mouth. When Zhang Bushi took his step, he had also pushed Long Yangjun from the oblique side. His long snow-white hair flew in the rain curtain, and the heavy rain changed its image. Each raindrop turned into a round mirror. In each mirror, a white-haired man came out, hovering in the air and blocked Longyangjun. The route of escape.

"Hung!"

At the same time, innocent came out, An Bochen held a gun with one arm, and the air machine locked Wuyoujun's vest.

One is the magician's favorite disciple, and the other is the secret master who came out of the mysterious Taoyuan. Coupled with An Bochen, who can live under such a strong combination of real immortals? The only thing I can fight for is how much I can survive.

There was a burst of fast footsteps in his ear. An Bochen knew that it was the old man Huang Tian who found something wrong and stopped walking slowly. After all, Prince Yin just wants to suppress Zhang Qi, not to provoke the Kwai Dynasty.

"One move."

An Bochen said, his wrist turned slightly, and the spiral power gushed out from the tip of the gun. The rain within a hundred feet followed his insignificant action and turned into an overbearing water dragon, spinning violently.

"Good."

The first Wang Feng responded in a cool voice. He could also feel the huge atmosphere that was coming, and he had not done much for a long time. Although the days of operating the loss-making inn with Yue Qingqing were comfortable, there was no killing and fighting, and he always felt a little plain.

Zhang Bushi didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear it, but he was the first to take action.

The black hair opened in the night rain and turned into thousands of threads. Zhang Bushi's body was like falling ink, which spread in a blink of an eye. When he gathered again, he had appeared on Long Yangjun's side.

Blood-red demons flew out of Zhang Bushi's eyes, and a seal was pinched in his hand, covering Longyangjun.

Long Yangjun's face turned pale, turned into black smoke in a blink of an eye, and flew in all directions.

Each of these three people is a master who is not weak. How dare he fight? He just wants to escape as fast as he can. When the Yin Dynasty comes to the true immortal, he will naturally be safe.

Zhang Bu applied the printing method, and the valley suddenly brightened, as if there was tomorrow in the sky, opening the rain curtain and illuminating the earth.

"Da Lun Fa Ri Xuan Jing, when will you..."

Long Yangjun screamed and quickly closed his body.

The Great Wheel Dharma Ri Xuanjing is also a kind of magic skill, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate. The scorching sun is in the sky, which can disperse the magic body. It can be regarded as the nemesis of magic cultivation. Therefore, it is held by the mage by the magician and forbidden to practice.

In an instant, several thoughts flashed in Wuyoujun's mind, but this was a critical moment of life and death. How could he think nonsense?

He was just distracted, and the first Wang Feng's "Wanyu Mirror" came. Each raindrop carried a secret skill to seal the retreat of Wuyoujun from all angles.

At the critical moment, Long Yangjun finally showed his ability as the first apprentice of the magician. A head emerged from both sides of his shoulders. The left head was a snake head full of scales, and the right head was a bald warp with a long beak, which was in sharp contrast to the handsome face in the middle.

The snake's head on the left opened its mouth and spewed out a faint green fog.

When the raindrops encounter fog, they condense into ice particles and are suspended in mid-air.

And the vulture's head made a sharp cry, and a ferocious demons appeared in the hundred feet of land, blocking the bloody demons in Zhang Bushi's eyes and fighting together in an instant.

Just as Long Yangjun was slightly relieved, a "gun" gunshot, crossed the elusive arc like antelope's horns in midair, and roared with feng shui, fire and thunder.

Long Yangjun's expression changed dramatically. The time of this gun stabbing was just right, as if it had been calculated, just at the most unsustainable moment when his old vitality and new vitality alternated with each other.

On the side is the first Wang Feng unfolded by the secret Taoist. Behind him is the silver gun that was born in the sky. In front of him is Wuyoujun, which can block the way of Longyangjun's left and back.

A decisive color appeared in his eyes. Long Yangjun roared, his body suddenly softened, and his skin and flesh sank down, as if the bones had been pulled away.

This is his last life-saving stunt - the Demon Emperor's Return to the Dust. After using it, his vitality will be greatly damaged, but he can't take care of these in order to save his life.

The knife light flashed, and Long Yangjun's body trembled and his face showed despair.

Before the magic emperor returned to the dust, a magic knife had drilled into his lower body, instead of bones to support his body.

The scorching sun disappeared, and the heavy rain suddenly fell silent.

In a blink of an eye, a can of purple blood beads rose, but Zhang Bushi pulled out a short knife from the eyebrows and went to the head of Longyangjun.

Longyangjun's yuan god flew crooked out of his neck and bowed into tears towards An Bochen. Zhang Bushi reached out, grabbed the yuan god, and suddenly pinched it. Longyangjun's yuan god was crushed into blood beads the size of pigeon eggs and swallowed by Zhang Bushi.

Speaking of which, Long Yangjun is also a figure who is not weaker than Zhang Qi and Peng San, but because he is too big, he never thought that anyone dared to kill him in the land of the Kwai Dynasty, so he lost his life aggrieved.

The first Wang Feng converging method turned his head.

An Bochen sighed gently, looked at Zhang Bushi, and stopped talking.

The three of them joined hands to kill Longyangjun. The tacit understanding of Kuangqi was still there, but it was like yesterday's dream. After Zhang Bushi swallowed Longyangjun's yuan god with no expression, he was beaten back to its original shape.

The atmosphere became stiff and awkward.

At this moment, the old man Huang Tian finally arrived. He looked at the headless body on the ground in horror, and then looked at An Bochen, who turned his head and stared at him with a smile, and there was a trace of badness in his heart.