Chapter 58 Fishing in Muddy Water

Rong Hui rushed into the air and stared at the north. At the end of the convoy, the blue sky was shining like a wave. With a soft hum, he saw the monks panicked and rushed forward. Hundreds of prison vehicles in the rear, all without cover, couldn't help frowning.

An arrow flew over, "Puff..." several people in a row, and the screams sounded. He really couldn't stand it and shouted in a low voice, "What are you running for? There are still 150,000 miles to Datong. Can you run? Barbarian is waiting to shoot your ass, you know..."

"Fal your mother's fart..." Over the convoy, the front monk in yellow cursed: "If you want to go, you go, don't get involved with me..."

Yong Hui was angry and shouted, "Who is trying to run one!" He raised his hand and pointed, bursting vigorously, and flashed behind the monk in yellow.

The man in yellow was shocked, his backhand blocked, his spiritual power was everywhere, and he was excited. As soon as the words fell, "bang-", there was an explosion, and flesh and blood flew.

The rest of the people were shocked and quickly stopped their bodies. The prisoners in the car saw it and shouted one after another: "Well killed!" Take us back!" We have 100,000 people, and we are afraid of him!" ......

The monks were deeply encouraged and respected and afraid of Rong Hui. They came forward one after another and asked, "Senior, what do you think you should do!"

Rong Hui didn't have time to talk in detail and shouted in a low voice: "Listen to my command!" Left finger to the sky, urgent luck. Everyone only felt a tremor, and a heart seemed to have been picked out of their bodies. They couldn't help jumping out and circled around the convoy.

On a sunny day, on the green grassland, the magic weapons in the hands of the monks turned out, like a serrated road. For a moment, he came to his senses and surrounded the prison car. In his heart, he no longer needed to be commanded, and they held their positions one after another, and a curtain of light condensed outside the convoy. When feathers and arrows fly again, everyone only needs to lift the magic weapon lightly, which can be easily resolved.

The divine horse is hooves, the wheels are hanging in the air, breath is a hundred feet, and it is like a flying dragon on the grassland. Rong Hui flew to the rear of the car to watch and saw the herdsman cavalry in twos and threes, covering several miles, but could only chase closely and surpass it, so he was relieved.

More than a dozen successful "Taiji" monks then flew to the tail of the convoy and saw that the cavalry were like the tide, and the gold scales outside the wallet flashed, like the splash at the tip of the storm, which was also moved. The old man in gray who was in the same car with Rong Hui asked first, "How's it going!"

"Look, this is a thousand cavalry!" Rong Hui pointed to the crowd with a calm face: "It's just that it's too open to look too much!"

"Hmm!" The old man in gray sneered: "A thousand cavalry also scared us like this!" He also discussed with the crowd: "Why don't we take action and take care of them?"

"No!" Rong Hui shook his head and objected: "Don't underestimate these thousand cavalry. They are all born with refined bodies. If there are more you, I will have to run for my life. Listen to their hoofs again... We are tens of thousands of horses, but the sound of their hoofs alone is not as good as theirs. Although it's just a thousand cavalry, the formation here is not something we can fight against on our own. If you don't break through the array, your life will have to be saved.

As he said, everyone felt it calmly. Sure enough, the sound was like thunder. If they were separated, they would do it in one go. Opening their eyes and looking at each other, they quickly asked, "What should I do!" They caught up so quickly that they were obviously ready." If there is still a block on the way south, what should we do? ......

"This is only 150,000 miles away from Datong. If you walk another 100,000 miles, you can meet our defenders. Running at this speed is just two days away. When we came, we specially slowed down and let the horses keep their feet, but we didn't have to worry about the horses. Rong Hui looked south and comforted everyone: "Sir 'golden affairs' are not vegetarian. Hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war are not a small number. They will respond to us according to the military. What I'm afraid of is that the barbarian shaman will come to rob and kill. At that time, I hope you can take action."

Everyone felt that it was reasonable and promised: "It must be!" Someone asked again, "What if the old monster 'stepping on the sky' catches up with you?"

"The old monsters that can fight on the front line of the herdsmen are all in Yinchuan." Rong Hui said as he thought and comforted himself: "Those who have been left behind should have been injured. We have thousands of 'Taiji' monks here. As long as everyone is not scared to pee and just run for their lives, there are many people, and they may not be unable to deal with it..."

He didn't finish his words, and only heard a sneer from the sky: "The majesty of 'Longshengtian' is also something you can provoke?" If it is far away or near, it will wander east and west, drifting. Following the sound, I saw the white rainbow running through the sun, and the wind and clouds surged and rolled over.

Everyone turned pale with fear, and Rong Hui raised his anger and said, "Don't stop, everyone, hold on. He's just a man..."

"One person is enough to destroy you!" An old man in white rushed out and raised his hand and slapped him. Drawn by the palm, the white clouds behind him condensed and turned into a huge palm, rolling down like a sky curtain.

The palm print has not arrived, and the power has made people tremble. Rong Hui shouted loudly, "Hold on--" Everyone's faces turned white, and their strength came from their hearts, striving to drum up their spiritual power. The outside of the convoy was bright, wide in front and narrow in the back, like a meteor, cutting through the grassland.

Under the palm print, it is like iron and stone. The spiritual curtain is shaking and the light is shining, destroying the lotus like a rainstorm, and the "rumbling" is deafening. Everyone is like a huge mountain, and the blood is stirring. The body and mind trembled and his face turned white, but he could only bear it bitterly. Wan Ma was shocked, hissed together, and kicked and ran desperately. The spiritual power is excited, the palms continue to disperse for a moment, and the spiritual curtain is as light as clouds, leaving only an aura.

The old man was very proud and laughed: "No one can resist the anger of 'Elongshengtian'!" Follow up and raise your hand and open your five fingers, and the second palm is about to be patted.

"Good luck!" Rong Hui sneered, raised his left hand and pointed straight to the sky, and shouted: "God soldiers are in the position!" Urgently transport the magic power, with one palm in the right hand, raise your hand and pat it out.

Everyone was shocked. They only felt that a heart flew out of their chest, and their hearts jumped. They couldn't help beating their spiritual power and sacrificing magic weapons. For a while, the treasure light flowed and turned into a rainbow, directly rolling over the old man. The old man's palm has moved, but his magic power has not been completed. It's too late to take it back, and it's inconvenient to shoot. Seeing that the momentum of Zhongbao is not small, he dares not neglect, and even disdains to retreat. In his mind, he made up his mind, hummed, bit the tip of his tongue, spewed out a stream of blood, and patted it in the palm of his hand.

Reiki poured in, and the blood boiled, turning into a three-foot blood palm and pressing down. The treasure is like a rainbow, and the spiritual power is excited, and it suddenly explodes. Papa..." It was blown seven times in a row. The blood palm collapsed and the magic weapon flew away. The air wave swept away and shook the earth.

While breathing, everyone came to their senses and didn't have time to think much. They hurriedly urged their spiritual power to take back the magic weapon. Seeing the air wave coming, he quickly encouraged and struggled to resist. The outer boundary of the motorcade has not disappeared, and it is just taking advantage of the situation to go south.

The herdsmen are too late to close, and the waves are everywhere, and people turn their horses upside down. One by one, the eyeball burst and vomited blood. The old man was shocked by power, his body trembled, and his chest was stuffy. He secretly said that it was "not good" and had three true powers in a row, but he still felt that his throat was sweet and spitting out a mouthful of blood. The body is empty, the sky and the earth turn around and retreat straight.

"Run?" Rong Hui snorted softly, rushed out and greeted everyone: "You go first. I'll delay with him a little!" He rushed out of the boundary, went against the road, and disappeared into the eyes of everyone in a blink of an eye.

Everyone was shocked and saw a shadow flash. A girl in blue flew out and couldn't help shouting, "Come back!" Your cultivation is too low!" Don't go out!" ...The voice is like a tide, but it's too late. Seeing the girl come out of the spiritual curtain, she passed away in a flash.

Rong Hui stared out and found that the old man was two miles away, that is, he turned empty with his mind and took one step. The body sank into the air and turned into a clear shadow. This step seemed to be a slow disease, and he was already three feet in front of the old man when he stepped out.

The old man has just straightened out his breath and spit out another mouthful of blood due to space fluctuations. Seeing Rong Hui, he smiled angrily: "The boy is so calculating that he wants to kill the 'step on the sky' with the realm of 'Taiji'. It's really a lack of people's hearts and swallow elephants!" While talking, the real power is blowing, the wind and clouds change, and the words are like thunder.

"Is that so!" Rong Hui squinned and sneered, waved his left hand, and the wind surged. The right hand pushes out a palm, vigorous and straight to the old man, which is the "competition".

The old man only feels that the air is dry, but he doesn't know how serious it is. Raise your hand to block it, and the strength is everywhere, bursting. Papa..." Seven explosions were made in one go. He was so burned that his whole body was numb, and his beard was open. He vomited seven mouthfuls of blood in a trance and flew away.

He felt that Rong Hui's strength seemed to have exceeded the limitations of this world, which was meticulous and pervasive. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Has he stepped on the sky?" Take a deep breath, stabilize your qi and blood, and shout in your heart: "Great 'Longevity Day', I am willing to dedicate a hundred years of 'Shouyuan', Zhu kill this person!" While talking, he spread his hands flat and held them up, as if he were in the sky. Put your hands together and point to Rong Hui.

With one word, the world is low. This lifting finger is also powerful. The front of the finger crossed, and the thunder rolled. Pointing to Rong Hui, the white light in the sky was bright, and an electric arc bounced down and split Rong Hui's head directly.

Rong Hui was shocked and secretly shouted "careless". Seeing the old man's qi and blood deficiency, he couldn't help sneering: "With you now, dream!" Between the lightning and fire, he raised his hand and pulled out the magic gun, held the barrel of the gun, and pointed straight to the sky.

Under the Thunderbolt, Rong Hui was hammered, his whole body was hot, his head was confused, and his body fell straight down. Singing spiritual power and deification. Thunder is everywhere, and the whole body is numb. The strength dispersed and exploded, turning into a round of sun.

The old man saw that his skin was tight and bowed back. His eyes protrude, his face trembling, and he obviously couldn't bear it. He couldn't help sneering: "Let me sacrifice a hundred years of 'Shouyuan', and I will let you bear this hundred years of anger!" With that, he raised his right hand and nodded another finger.

When the words are done, the thunder falls with his fingers. The Thunderbolt flashed, hit the magic gun, and came into his body. Rong Hui's body trembled violently, his legs kicked out sharply, and curled up suddenly. Outside, the breath galloped, and in the sound of the explosion, it swelled from one foot to ten feet, but the light gradually dimmed, like a glow.

The old man curled his lips and smiled gerociously: "I see how many thunders you can suffer!" Raise your hand and give another finger.

Thunder everywhere, Rong Hui suddenly raised his neck, tilted his head back, stared open his mouth, and his hair stood empty. The outside atmosphere was like a fire, dispersing from ten feet to a hundred feet, and the outer flames stirred, "Boom..." It was like thunder.

The old man was shrouded in flames, and he only felt energetic and into his bones. If the domineering of fire wants to burn people's souls, the heart trembles. When he came to his senses, he was furious and gritted his teeth: "If you dare to break through with my 'Shouyuan', I will make you pay the price..." Raise your hand drum and play the true power, and the fourth finger will point out.

Electric stone fire, sword spirit soaring to the air. The ancient sword broke the wind and buzzed gently, stabbed the old man's heart and trembled. Where the sword front passed, "Puff..." The flesh and blood exploded and fell four heads. The jade hand on the hilt of the sword is white and firm as iron.