Chapter 584 Blood Pupil

In the face of the attack of the elders, Yan Huange was not timid at all. The silver gun made a clear sound. Between the gun shadows, it tossed around like a mirror, water and moon into the sea dragon. Although it was the first attack of the elders, it was as early as he had expected. In the blink of an eye, Yan Huange occupied a steady initiative. Between the long gun and the pick, he heard the elders screaming, and the glazed fists were directly shaken and broken. Between the silver light, his fists were bleeding, which had been severely stabbed by Yan Huange's silver gun.

Zhang Chong stared at him. The corners of his eyes moved and found a difference between Yan Huange. In the looming figure, he did not see Yan Huange open his eyes from beginning to end. That feeling was as calm as an old monk. Thinking of the round of the bright moon, Zhang Chong couldn't help thinking about it. Could it be that in the attack of Yan Huange, the bright moon was his eyes and direction, and his own six senses were locked. Only by gathering six knowledge in one place could he exert such a fast and fierce counterattack?

Thinking of this, his heart is like a mirror. When he ravaged himself again, the chaotic breath in the ancient furnace has restored his body as before, and his divine soldiers are like electricity, and the sword light of the ten swordsot flow is like a meteor, flying away, shooting at the bright moon of Yan Huange at a speed of lightning speed. At this moment, if it is said that the flaw of Yan Huan Ge is, it should be where this bright moon is. The angel wings behind Zhang Chong flew open, and the speed reached the extreme and flew towards the middle of the bright moon.

"Huh~" was a soft voice of Yan Huan's song. Although he saw Zhang Chong's attack, the speed of this round of bright moon was completely as unpredictable as the speed of his body. It was punctured by Zhang Chong at once. However, the silver gun was already attacking from the rear and lightning. . Zhang Chong was unmoved. His heart was as strong as iron. Since he believed that this place was the flaw of Yan Huange, he would not let the wind and waves behind him, and I smiled proudly at the world. A sword pierced into the bright moon, but it was like a thorn on the catkins, without strength, and slowly sinking his strength like a swamp. This feeling seems to confirm his idea, which is a completely wrong thing, even a trap.

But since the sword has been stabbed out, he doesn't keep his hand. Because of this, Zhang Chong held his breath and didn't care about any other situation at all. He was still moving forward and went straight forward.

Between the lightning and thunder, a flash of lightning cut through the sky, and the sword roared. The ancient dragon roared wantonly. In front of this powerful force, the bright moon was finally no longer as clear and bright as before, but scattered ripples, as if it would disperse in the next moment.

"Good boy, you can actually break the bright moon in my heart. It seems that your strength is good, but it's a pity that you met me today. I don't think you can go back to Jiutianmen." Yan Huange's voice was cold and murderous. His eyes suddenly opened, and two blood-red rays of light shot straight out, one shot at Zhang Chong, the other shot at the elders, and the bright moon in the sky also turned from white to red.

[Blood Pupil]～～

The elders exclaimed beside him, but in an instant, they were swallowed up by the blood-red light, and then the silver gun went straight out and hit a big hole in his chest. The elders were still frightened at the verge of death, as if they were unbelievable.

Zhang Chong saw that this ray of light was coming, and the momentum was like electricity. He didn't think about it. The speed of the angel's wings was used to the extreme, and his body even appeared as a remnant. However, after all, he still wiped it a little. At this time, he felt a shock in his heart, and almost in an instant, his body seemed to be like it was no longer My own feeling, the silver gun is like electricity, stabbed at the same time.

Fortunately, this feeling disappeared in an instant. Zhang Chong's body flashed to the side and narrowly avoided the attack of Yan Huange. However, the sharpness of the blow just now still exists in his mind, and the sound of the blood pupils exclaimed by the elders is still in his ears.

Blood pupil should be a strange skill. It can affect a person's mind so strongly. Just thinking about it, Zhang Chong feels a kind of fear. At this time, where the main peak is, there is only him and Yan Huange.

Seeing that Yan Huange emitted a curling red fog, the original bright moon had turned into a red color, and in his eyes, it was also blood red.

"The next blow is the time of your death~~" Yan Huan said with a ferocious smile. His body bowed slightly, which showed that he was attacking, and Zhang Chong immediately understood that he could not sit back and wait for death. Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. He was like electricity, holding the nine heavenly soldiers and rushed up again. This time, what he attacked was not Ming. The moon is the real body of Yan Huan's song.

"The little skill of carving insects~~" Yan Huange said disdainfully. The look of contempt between his eyebrows was obvious. He stood there, motionless like a mountain, with awe-inspiring power. Obviously, he thought that with the skill of blood pupil, he could completely kill Zhang Chong. It is no wonder that Yan Huange's momentum has never failed once, and there are few strong people who forced him to use this style. From this point of view, he felt that Zhang Chong should also be satisfied.

Looking at Zhang Chong's body, Yan Huange's face was smiling. Like a cat and a mouse, he did not take action too quickly, but waited for a moment. When Zhang Chong rushed to almost half of the journey, he finally took action. Two red light flew out of his eyes and shot straight at Above Zhang Chong's body.

Yan Huange has no doubt about the hit rate of this blood pupil. As soon as the blood pupil comes out, it will have a natural spirituality, and it is a kind of bloodthirsty spirituality. If it can't hit, it will not dissipate. Therefore, even if you have a thorough ability, you can only use your strong ability to escape when you encounter this style, instead of trying to compete with it. Yan Huange can almost be sure that the owner of the Northern Hades Palace can personally resist this style, and he can't shake it head-on, but to use Tongtian's ability, and knocking on the side is the right way.

Therefore, Zhang Chong's impact was rightly facing the blood pupil, which was that there was no possibility of survival. The battle ended too quickly. Yan Huange seemed to have some unsatisfied feeling and couldn't help licking his tongue. And at this time, an incredible thing happened.

His body was hit hard in an instant and flew in mid-air with a beautiful arc.