Wang Lang felt that his calves were swelling, and the black and thin monk behind him kept chasing him. Fortunately, every time he was about to catch Wang Lang, Wang Lang was able to dodge.

In the end, Wang Lang took off his shirt and left his back naked to avoid being caught and grabbed the clothes.

After several times, the black-skinned monk let out a light thrill, and the wind was coming from his feet, and the speed was faster. When he was about to catch Wang Lang, Wang Lang walked forward again.

Wang Lang felt the pain in his back. When he ran and touched his back, his back was broken and blood kept flowing.

Wang Lang had a large layer of new injuries on his back, and this time he added several new injuries.

It's just a little bit. If Wang Lang's spine was pulled away by this thin black monk, he would be really rescued on the spot.

I don’t know what this black and thin monk is wrong. Wang Lang racked his brains and didn’t figure out where this old guy came out. There are no such awesome monks in the case sects in the Dragon Gate.

The only thing that can match is the master who is unaware of life and death of the King of Blowing Lights. However, the master of the King of Blowing Lights is the dragon who sees the head and the tail. Sometimes he says he is dead, sometimes he says he is alive, and he can have many names. Sometimes he has such a name, sometimes he has such a name.

But this black and thin monk and Master Blowing the Lights and Blowing the Lights in the portrait of the Censor do not look like a single person at all.

Wang Lang tried his best to run to a place where there was no one. The main reason was that the black-skinned monk wanted to be saved when he saw someone. In order not to let too many people die and injured, Wang Lang had to hold this thunder himself. He felt a lot of uncomfortable. He had no time to turn his head to see how far the black-skinned monk behind him was from him. He could only rely on the wind coming from behind to see how far the black-skinned monk was from him.

The black and thin monk's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, like two beacons, and he was full of curiosity about the security guard Wang Lang.

"Oh my god! I can't run! Oh my god! My legs are going to break! Oh my god! Help! Oh my god! Oh my god! You're young!" Wang Lang yelled desperately.

The black-skinned monk leaned up again, and this time he grabbed Wang Lang's shoulder hard. Wang Lang was also a simple person. He lowered his body and continued running forward. A piece of the flesh on his shoulder was immediately torn off, and the bones inside were exposed. Wang Lang's feces and urine were almost out of his pain.

"Oh my god! You're young! Oh my god! It hurts! Oh my god! It hurts! Oh my god! It's so nervous! Oh my god! I want to shit!" Wang Lang ran forward yelling.

The black-skinned monk shook away the flesh and blood in his hand, and then chased Wang Lang. He reached out and smelled the bloody smell of his fingertips.

"The Qi of the Dragon Python."

The black-skinned monk's eyes were brighter and his feet were faster. No matter what environment he encountered, both of them were walking on flat ground, and their speed did not decrease at all.

Wang Lang really couldn't run as he ran, and the true energy in his body was almost exhausted and he couldn't lift it up. He just burst out with the limit speed, but now that energy has passed, and he has not gotten rid of this black and thin monk.

You can't run away, you can only fight with one. Even if you know that you can't fight, it's better than waiting for death.

Wang Lang climbed up to the top of a five-story building in a few seconds, then rolled up on the spot to avoid the black-skinned monk's kick. When he got up, Wang Lang stretched out his hand to touch it on his arm.

There was a choking sound.

Wang Lang held the knife in his right hand and the shield in his left hand. He stared at the thin black monk who was walking on the flat ground.

"The hawk born to slay the dragon?" After seeing the knife and shield in Wang Lang's hand, the black-skinned monk's expression changed drastically, and his whole body suddenly became extremely cold and in a hot day, but Wang Lang could feel that the air temperature seemed to have dropped a lot.

"You are the hawk who kills dragons, and your whole family is the hawk who kills dragons!" Wang Lang, who was exhausted by death, cursed and cursed. He was now talking quickly, otherwise he would be beaten like a grandson later.

The black-skinned monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes lightly, opened his eyes again, and whispered.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"

To be honest, this is the time when Wang Langtou heard these words and his whole body trembled. It was so fucking scary. Every time this black-skinned monk said these words, he would save people. Wang Lang really didn't want to be saved by this black-skinned monk.

The black-skinned monk jumped up, his left hand was raised in front of his chest, and his right hand was raised high.

Wang Lang's pupils suddenly shrank. After clearly seeing the thin black monk jumped up, he stopped in the air for a while. This operation of Newton lifting the table made Wang Lang's throat tight.

The thin black monk's thin figure seemed to become extremely huge in an instant, and his figure fell down, as if the entire sky had been pressed down.

Wang Lang had no time to react too much, so he could only block the shield with his left hand and slashed out with a sword with his right hand.

At that time, he felt that more than 200 bones were moved in one position. Wang Lang's body bounced out under the track of Newton lifting the table again.

It slid more than ten meters on the ground, hit the roof wall before stopping, opened its mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and its body was overturned.

The shield on the left hand had become a slag. The left arm also felt numb and soft. Wang Lang moved for a while and couldn't help but say more and was dislocated.

He leaned on the knife in his right hand and wanted to stand up. Who knew that as soon as he tried, the knife was broken, leaving only a knife handle in his hand.

Wang Lang looked at the knife handle in surprise, and then looked at the thin black monk who was staring at Wang Lang quietly from a distance.

ohmy Tathagata gaga.

The black-skinned monk rushed towards Wang Lang again, still holding his hands together, and Wang Lang had no idea how to get the next move.

In desperation, Wang Lang roared angrily, threw out six black cards, and held a black card in his hand and waited for the final desperate attack.

Six black cards turned into a rainy pear blossom shape towards the thin black monk.

Who knew that the black and thin monk swung his sleeves and swallowed all six black cards in. It was like a meteorite being sucked into a black hole, without a trace and no trace.

The black and thin monk pressed towards Wang Lang like a black cloud coming from thunder.

Wang Lang felt that the sky was getting dark all of a sudden, and the strong wind blew in his face. Wang Lang held the last black card in his hand. Just as the Black Skinny Monk came, Wang Lang tried his best, and the seventh level of the divine dragon was superimposed madly, and inserted the black card into the Black Skinny Monk's lower abdomen.

Time is like a freeze.

Wang Lang could even hear the sound of his heart jumping.

The space seemed to solidify, and was infinitely widened at that moment.

The black card in Wang Lang's hand was just pasted on the abdomen of the black and thin monk.

Everything returns to normal timeline.

Wang Lang's arm holding Heika was bounced away strongly by a force from unknown where he came from.

The black and thin monk stopped quietly in front of Wang Lang, looked down at Wang Lang, holding six black cards in his hand.

"Are you the Black Dragon King of Dragon Gate?"
Chapter completed!