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Blood splatters!
But Wen Chou on the side couldn't listen anymore and killed the hanged ghost slave with one sword.
Wen Chou's justice was not as good as that of Zhao Yun, but he was a little more impatient and not as steady as Zhao Yun. Ye Feng originally wanted to ask for the direction of the pursuer, but he might as well save him if he met along the way. However, the most important source of information was snapped by Wen Chou in anger.
It's hard to blame this hot-blooded young man, but he still dealt with the corpse and went on his way.
boom!
Before Ye Feng could turn around, there was a loud noise from behind. The four of them hurriedly looked back and saw that the sound was coming from where Bai Jiao's body was. Now they could see smoke and dust everywhere...
A very modern explosion scene!
"Xuan Ying!"
Ye Feng yelled! He was so angry, what did this guy do again?
Xuan Ying did not answer. He had not recovered to the state where he could transmit sounds at this time. When the mountain wind blew over and the smoke and dust dissipated, when he looked at Bai Jiao's body again, it would be called miserable, and it would be called ruined!
The huge body has shriveled up, and is still smoking. The scales are scattered, and the wound has been enlarged more than ten times, but there is no trace of blood.
Even in death, the white dragon still retains its might, with only a layer of skin left...
Xuanying!!!
You're a murderer!
You can just eat the blood and flesh. Is it necessary to destroy the skin too?!
Ye Feng was about to cry but had no tears. He spent a lot of effort and asked his master for help to kill this behemoth, but now he had no loot! Anger arose in his heart! He wished he could beat Xuan Ying to the tune of thousands, no! At least tens of thousands.
all over!
The mind is moving, wanting to collect the mysterious shadow into the Dantian.
…
no response!
…
Ye Feng broke into a cold sweat!
Xuan Ying is invincible, how much it has helped me! Without Xuan Ying in hand, it would be difficult for the warlock to open his horns and the overlord Xiang Yu to kill them. Xuan Ying killed these tough bones, but now there is no reaction...
This kind of situation has never happened before. The latest chapter of migrant workers mixing in the rivers and lakes!
I silently called Xuan Ying in my heart, but there was still no movement... Wouldn't he be blown to pieces?
Ye Feng no longer cared about the spoils of war, took long strides, and ran forward!
Pulling up the dragon skin suddenly, a hole of more than two feet was opened in the tough dragon skin. Without any effort, the picture was clear. There was a dark sword lying quietly under the dragon skin. It was not Xuan Ying.
Which one again!
However, Xuan Ying's situation didn't look good at this moment. There was no luster on the sword, and it looked like a sword-shaped fire stick.
Ye Feng hurriedly picked it up. It was heavy, and there was no spirit left. He stopped jumping and screaming... A generation of divine soldiers became dead!
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The few people who followed were also dumbfounded. They all knew how good Xuan Ying was. They also knew the importance of this dark little sword to Ye Feng.
Without spirituality, this extraordinary killing weapon can now only compete with Wang Yue's sword...
In the battlefield, every inch is longer and every inch is stronger. No matter how sharp the weapon is, it will not be of much use if it cannot be used far away on the battlefield. Most of the famous swords in history were used by assassins. The swords of generals are mostly just decorations.
Xuan Ying was reduced to an ornament at this moment...
Unable to collect it in his dantian, Ye Feng's heart seemed empty. He stroked the blade of the sword and stood speechless.
"Hey! What is that?"
Wang Yue made a sound in surprise, and rushed in front of Ye Feng. With a flick of his sword, he opened the dragon's skin, and a dazzling golden light burst out, interrupting Ye Feng's daze. A dragon-shaped spear head was revealed to everyone.
before.
Picking up the long sword again, where the dragon skin comes up, a long spear is fully revealed!
The gun is five feet long, pale all over, and as thin as an arm. The gun body seems to have knots. The head of the gun is connected like an angry dragon. The eyes are wide and lifelike. The tip of the gun seems to be spit out from the dragon's mouth. There is a faint white light, which seems to be full of strength.
All tied to the tip of the spear.
Wang Yuexin grabbed the spear with his hand and rose up unexpectedly. Brother Sword God's face turned red. This was a very shameless thing. Luck used another force and slowly lifted the spear. His face became even more flushed. This time it was not.
Ashamed, obviously suppressed!
hiss……!
Several people took a sharp breath. After practicing martial arts to the level of Brother Sword God, even if they were not born with supernatural powers, it should be extremely easy to lift hundreds of kilograms of things. However, looking at Wang Yue's face at this time, he was afraid that he had already used
The strength to suck milk...
What is this?
Whoosh!
When he was surprised, the tip of the spear suddenly shot out a white light, heading straight ahead, where Zhao Yun was!
The incident happened suddenly and there was no way to avoid it. Before Zhao Yun could react, white light hit Zhao Yun's calf, and blood gushed out instantly... Zhao Yun's defense was penetrated by one blow!
Zhao Yun did not panic and retreat, but stepped forward to protect Ye Feng and Wen Chou from behind! Zhao Yun knew very well that neither his eldest brother nor the fourth brother could resist what he could not react to, so he did not hesitate and stepped forward resolutely, and the brothers punched each other.
There is no need to say more.
Seeing that Zhao Yun was injured, Wang Yue was startled, let go of the spear he was holding, took a step back, and looked cautiously.
The spear fell to the ground, making a muffled sound, and sank into the dragon's skin. There was no movement for a long time. After the white light emitted, the body of the spear became even paler, and the tip of the spear also lost its luster.
Zhao Yun turned around and motioned for the two of them to step aside, and stepped forward slowly, ignoring the wound on his leg, which was dripping with blood. He walked to the middle of the gun body and forward, leaned over and grabbed the spear, and shouted with both arms, "Hey!"
Hey! Get up!
The spear rose in response, but only the tip of the spear was lifted, and the tail of the spear was still dragging on the ground...! I really don't know what Wang Yue's strength is, but Zhao Yun's strength is not ordinary! He can kill those enemy soldiers with one arm.
The spear is flying around, and the arms are definitely not weighing less than a thousand pounds, but now they can't lift this spear!!!
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Not afraid of embarrassment in front of his brothers, Zhao Yun let go and threw down his spear, and in less than a moment he started to pant slightly!
Even Zhao Yun is not good enough, let alone others. Even though Ye Feng has an additional divine power attribute, at this time, compared with Zhao Yun's power, it is only between the two. Several people looked at each other, and they could not take away what seemed to be the only trophy...
A few people did not notice that the blood flowing from Zhao Yun's legs did not seep into the ground through the dragon's skin, but flowed along the dragon's skin to the spear. After lifting it up and throwing it down twice, the heavy spear left a deep gun mark, which meant that there was still a layer of blood.
The dragon skin is spread underneath, otherwise it will definitely smash into the soil.
The blood flowed in, and the spear made a squeaking sound. The idiot-like people came to their senses and followed the sound to look at the strange gun. They were shocked to find that the strange gun was also a vampire. Not even a drop of blood fell, and everything stained on the gun body was sucked in slowly.
Slowly, the gun body glowed with light, like a resurrected creature...
Treasure!
These people are all well-informed people, how could they not know that this is a blood dripping to identify the master! It's just another big appetite, but everyone knows that the bigger the appetite of the weapon, the more blood it will suck. This weapon
It must be more powerful!
Among the four, only Zhao Yun used the spear and got it right. Seeing that he was not satisfied with the spear, Ye Feng simply stepped forward and struck Zhao Yun's leg with another sword%...
The spears were stuck there and they couldn't get up, and they couldn't clean up the dragon skin. They had no choice but to sit down cross-legged and look at Zhao Yun bleeding in an inhumane manner while recovering.
Ye Feng's ruthless sword almost pierced Zhao Yun's calf. Half an hour passed with a snap of his fingers. Poor Zhao Yun looked pale and his blood was almost dry. (To be continued...)
