Chapter two thousand three hundred and one lost soldiers
They used to be brothers, but now they are facing each other hand to hand. Long Fengyang's palms were covered with thick blood plasma, and the condensed blood beads dripped down his fingertips. He lowered his head and looked coldly at Chen Heng's corpse on the ground, and suddenly
He raised his head and looked at the martial souls who rushed to the edge of the dense forest. Their eyes were as sharp as falcons, and they flashed two rays of light. They jumped up from the air, and their bodies flew past in mid-air like flying geese.
Tang Guobin, Huang Pulan, Ren Bing, Pan Qingyun, and Qiu Tong, plus the sharp-toothed Demon Night Lord, these seven formed a triangular pyramid formation. If the entire team is compared to a
A triangular cone, with seven powerful warriors serving as the tip of the cone. As long as they break through the defense of the Dragon Guards, the others can take advantage of the situation and kill them. As long as they enter the dense forest, they will immediately break into pieces and quickly evacuate. Even a semi-sacred warrior will be unable to do anything at all.
More than half of the Dragon Guards had been killed or injured under the powerful impact of the Wuhun crowd, but the remaining ones were still brave enough to stop the Wuhun crowd from rushing into the dense forest. They only hoped to hold off their opponents for a while, waiting for the few and a half people in the gate.
The arrival of the holy warrior is the death of this group of people.
The two swords in Tang Guobin's hands seemed to be the life-threatening revelations discovered by King Yama. The light and shadow of the green forest flashed like crescent moons between the swings. The air where they passed was cut with sharp whistling sounds, blocking the hands of the dragon guards in front.
The short knife broke at the first touch, and as the light of the knife turned, it brought up either stumps or a rain of blood...
Ren Bing held a chain gun in his hand, and as he danced, an unpredictable shadow of the gun spread out. There were hidden killing moves between the real and the fake. The bright light reflected his resolute face, making everyone around him look happy.
With some confidence, they shouted loudly and waved the weapons in their hands and rushed forward bravely. The woods were approaching, and everyone could smell the fresh smell of the vegetation in their nostrils. With a little more strength, they could rush into the woods.
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"Long Fengyang!" A cry of surprise came from behind the crowd. The six people who rushed to the front turned their heads in shock. Only Yaoye was a little slower. He didn't know who Long Fengyang was.
Long Fengyang was flying in the air, he opened his mouth and let out two sneers, his feet flew through the air and passed over everyone's heads. His body quickly turned and fell down, facing away from everyone. His purple robe was blown by the surging energy, making a hunting sound.
"Come on, you will live if you pass my test, and you will die if you can't." Long Fengyang turned his back to everyone, his hands hanging by his legs, and the blood on his fingertips was dripping intermittently.
The remaining Dragon Guards jumped up to Long Fengyang's side and stood upright with a cold expression on their faces. Their cold eyes were fixed on the Wuhun people who were stopping opposite. They were ready to fight with their lives as long as the other party made the slightest movement.
Ren Bing clenched his teeth, and the chain gun in his hand shook slightly. He knew that the Long Fengyang in front of him was no longer what he used to be. He also held a sharp weapon in his hand that had once captured a semi-sacred warrior, the Skynet, but his current opponent was...
It's Long Fengyang. Now his life is at stake, so he has to give it a try no matter what.
Long Fengyang always had his back turned to Wuhun and the others, and the expression on his face could not be seen, but from the faint murderous aura emanating from his body, it could be judged that he was ready to fight.
Ren Bing raised the chain gun in his right hand and pointed it towards the opposite side, and said in a deep voice: "Long Fengyang, don't think that you can do whatever you want just after you became a semi-saint. If we fight to the death, we may not be able to take you down. I advise you to still
Get out of the way as soon as possible and fight another day openly."
"Hahaha——" Long Fengyang suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly. He laughed for ten seconds before he stopped and asked calmly: "Fight to the death to win me down? Just you? And the sky-catching net, right?"
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In fact, not long after seeing Long Fengyang appear, Huang Pulan and the three priests who were hiding the sky net had already secretly grasped the handle. They only waited for Ren Bing to give the order and the four big nets would cover Long Fengyang's body. This time
The sky-catching net is specially improved. The concentration of neurotoxins is more than ten times higher than before. Just a small drop can make people lose consciousness. This type of sky-catching net is the Chinese martial spirit except Xiao Xu.
The biggest reliance.
Ren Bing took a breath to calm down the throbbing in his heart, and said calmly: "Thanks to you, you were still the general staff of Wuhun before. You don't really think that we brought a few sky-catching nets when we came to slay the dragon gate this time? What's more, you are here
The Dragon Gate is not a secret. The only thing that is missing is that you will move in full force. Aren't you afraid that your old nest will be taken away?" As he spoke, he secretly put his left palm behind his back, stretched out four fingers to make a gesture, and then pointed at Tang Guo with his index finger.
Bin clicked and made a chopping motion.
Huang Pulan and the three worshipers each held a sky-catching net and moved forward slightly, trying not to make any noise. They quietly walked behind Ren Bing, ready to activate the sky-catching net to deal with Long Fengyang. Tang Guobin narrowed his eyes slightly and used the thunder with his backhand.
The cutting knife was sheathed, Muramasa held the handle of the knife with both hands, and turned slightly to the side to secretly prepare for the attack. He would be the initiator of the first round of attacks.
Long Fengyang's shoulders trembled slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "Stop talking nonsense, just use whatever means you have, life or death depends on your means, do it!"
Ren Bing shook one arm, the chain gun clicked softly, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Kill!"
Tang Guobin turned around and stepped forward, and the Muramasa sword slashed out with the force of thunder. Suddenly, a crescent-shaped blade flew out, and the air where the stream of light flickered was cut with a piercing scream.
It spins at a high speed like a turntable and shoots straight down Long Fengyang's back.
The flash of lightning and fire cannot describe the speed of this sword. At the moment when the sword was approaching, Long Fengyang, dressed in purple robe, moved without any wind. There was only a soft sound of cracking silk, and the purple robe turned into pieces of flying catkins.
The expressions of everyone in Wuhun all froze. They saw that Long Fengyang was wearing a piece of fish scale soft armor under his purple robe, and there was a strange disc embedded on his back. The shocking sword just struck the disc, leaving behind
A clearly visible white mark.
Ren Bing gritted his teeth, and charged forward with his chain gun. Behind him, Huang Pulan and the three worshipers jumped up with a sky net in their hands. They actually passed over Ren Bing's head first, raising their hands like a colander.
The net head is aimed at Long Fengyang to inspire.
Huh-huh - the four big nets unfolded in the wind, and fell down to face the standing Long Fengyang. With his hood under his hood, Huang Pulan and the three worshipers landed at the same time, gripped the handle and pulled hard, unless Long Feng
Yang will escape from the earth and fly into the sky, otherwise he will not be able to escape the Skynet. As long as a drop of poison enters his body, even a semi-holy warrior will have to restrain his hands.
Phew! Long Fengyang suddenly raised his right arm, and there was a long metal stick five feet away in his hand. Although this stick was as thin as a thumb, it could hold all four sky-catching nets in the air.
, no matter how hard Huang Pulan and others tried, they could not pull down the net even half a minute.
"Idiot!" Long Fengyang shouted coldly, and jumped ten feet into the air. Huang Pulan and others felt an irresistible force coming from them, and the handle of the Skynet was unable to be held and flew away.
The next second, Long Fengyang, who was in mid-air, flapped his right arm, and the four sky-catching nets turned towards Huang Pulan and others like dark clouds. All of this happened too fast, and the hunter who cast the net turned into a net in the blink of an eye.
Hit the prey.
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