Chapter 327: The prince and concubine had a tough fight! 24
Prince and princess, a tough battle! (24)
The red flame gun was wrapped in pale golden fighting spirit, and with an overwhelming force, it hit the head of Huo Qilin with a loud bang.
He had used all his strength in this blow.
Wherever the gun passed, even the air was ignited with flames, and a sharp and sharp sound was heard. He Lanji's spear had hit Huo Qilin's skull. There was a click, and a crack immediately appeared on the black skull where the spear hit it.
, and then the crack opened quickly.
Woo!
A cry of grief went straight to the heart.
In a moment, the entire skull of the Fire Qilin was divided into several halves and fell everywhere. The big guy shook his body in pain, then fell heavily from the air and hit the grass with a loud bang.
Flying ashes flew everywhere, and suddenly there was another circular pit on the grass, which was deeper and larger than the last time. This time, even within half a foot of the pit, all the grass turned into black ash.
"Huo'er!" The deceased pet was seriously injured. As the owner, Wu Yun felt infinite grief in his heart. When he called out its name, he couldn't help but sway.
More than twenty years of hard work was ruined by the other party. How could he not be sad or angry?!
Standing still again, Wu Yun's old face had become ferocious, "Helan Ji, you must die today!"
Just when He Lanji shot the Fire Qilin's skull to pieces, Chu Tianjiao's vine of immortality had already wrapped around Qiu Yuchou's legs. In an instant, countless branches sprouted from the vines and wrapped him tightly into a green rice dumpling.
It fell on the grass in front of Chu Tianjiao.
Knowing that this guy's hands and feet were entangled and unable to escape, Chu Tianjiao ignored him and quickly turned his eyes away to look at He Lanji.
When she turned her face, she happened to see Huo Qilin being smashed into the grass by his spear, causing a splash of black soot.
Holding the gun and dropping it on the grass, He Lanji's golden light faded and his face turned slightly pale. In order to seriously injure the fire unicorn, his fighting spirit was almost exhausted.
Collecting his expression in his eyes, Chu Tianjiao ran a few steps in front of him without even thinking about it. He looked up at the dark clouds opposite and cursed, "Okay, stinky old man, your precious dead pet is dead.
What are you still so arrogant about!"
"Hmph!" Wu Yun suddenly raised his right hand, put his index finger between his teeth, bit it hard, and then stretched his blood-stained finger to his wizard flag, and quickly drew a strange pattern on the flag with his finger.
He also spoke plausibly, "Tenggri (ancient prairie proverb, meaning eternal life) is above. Your servant Wuyun sacrifices his blood today to use your divine power to punish those heretics who disrespect you!"