Chapter 199 I am most afraid of the sudden quietness of the air
In the extremely shocked eyes of Shentu and others, the black dragon suddenly raised its head and crashed into Zheng Yueting.
In order to dodge the dragon's attack just now, Zheng Yueting had already used her body skills to the extreme, and was no longer able to avoid the sudden dragon's turn.
Looking at the roaring dragon coming towards her, cold sweat broke out on the girl's forehead, and thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind.
Suddenly, the image of the mandrill using a giant blade to resist attacks was fixed in his mind.
The girl was quick to think, and she used the lancet in her hand as a shield like the ghost mandrill, blocking the front of the black dragon's head.
"boom!"
The black dragon suddenly raised its head and collided hard with the lancet in the girl's hand.
The blade of the lancet is not wide and cannot be compared with the giant blade. Fortunately, Zheng Yueting stopped the blade at the forefront of the black dragon with extreme accuracy. The sword made by Shen Dachui in her hand was not afraid of the black spiritual fire and should have spread.
The fire that came out did not spread, it just knocked the girl's body violently and flew away.
After all, Zheng Yueting had just entered the Heavenly Wheel, and when she faced the "Spirit Devouring Flame Dragon Kill" head-on, she felt an unprecedented force hit the blade with a thunderous force, and she flew backwards, heavily
It hit the pine tree in the yard behind him, breaking the thick tree directly. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his muscles and bones were about to burst. Stars shone in front of his eyes. For a moment, his body was so limp that it was difficult to move.
The ghost mandrill's eyes glowed slightly red, with a violent look. He moved his feet and appeared in front of Zheng Yueting as fast as lightning. He raised the giant blade without grace, intending to use the flower-destroying trick to kill the girl lying on the ground.
The beautiful girl was shattered into ashes.
Seeing that the giant blade was about to take the girl's life, a sword light suddenly shot out from the diagonal stab and went straight to the ghost mandrill's heart.
The timing of this sword choice was perfect in seconds. It was the moment when the mandrill was about to take the enemy's head and his mind was at its most relaxed.
It seemed like a simple sword, but it was brilliant and swift, causing thunder and lightning. The ghost mandrill felt a white light spot appeared in front of his eyes. He was flawless and at ease. He wanted to resist, but he didn't know how to start. He could only watch helplessly.
Seeing the long sword piercing through the left chest, a bone-chilling chill quickly spread through the body, and even the blood flow instantly stagnated.
A beautiful and elegant face came into view. The fair cheeks were slightly baby-fat, and there was a hint of charm in the cuteness. The orange figure was slender and graceful. The tight coat could not cover up the bulging chest at all.
In Demon Mandrill's shocked eyes, this beautiful orange figure flashed away, instantly blending into the world and disappearing without a trace.
Orange is a bright color and is not easy to hide, but no matter how the mandrill perceives it, he cannot detect any trace of the woman in orange.
What a terrifying swordsmanship!
With this thought, Demon Mandrill's body, which was almost frozen by the cold air, slowly fell backwards. When his consciousness was blurred, he used his last strength to bite his lips hard.
The mandrill was actually defeated!
The shock in the hearts of Shentu, Lingling and others was simply indescribable.
Even Shentu, who was ranked fifth, did not dare to promise victory in a one-on-one battle with Guidrilla.
"ah!"
The orange shadow reappeared, and the sword light rose again. Without any reaction, a Liangshan gangster was pierced between the eyebrows by the sharp sword force. The cold air invaded his skull, and a thin layer of ice crystals appeared on his face, and he soon lost consciousness.
Once the attack was successful, the orange silhouette did not stop for a moment and disappeared between heaven and earth without leaving any trace.
Two mysterious sneak attacks directly killed two Tianlun masters. The efficiency was terrifying, making the Dark Temple and Liangshan gangsters panic. They were all on tenterhooks and completely unable to focus on the opponents in front of them.
As for the Nangong family, with the strong help from the orange-clad assassins, they all became energetic and energetic. They let go of their hands and feet and attacked fiercely. Although they were still at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, they gradually regained the situation.
"ah!!!"
Suddenly there was another cry from the crowd. It turned out to be a phantom clone of Nangong Ling, taking advantage of Leng Wushuang's full guard, to attack from behind and pierce a Liangshan gangster's heart with a long sword.
Everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on Nangong Ling. Leng Wushuang seized the opportunity and struck again. The long sword in his hand was like the scythe of death, easily crushing the heart of a Liangshan gangster.
The remaining dozen or so Liangshan gangsters were so terrified that they had no intention of attacking. They just used all their magic skills to guard their bodies tightly, for fear that they might accidentally be killed by the assassin girl's elusive swordsmanship.
"Thank you, Uncle Leng." After Zheng Yueting calmed down for a while, the numbness in her hands and feet gradually dissipated, and she regained her ability to move. She said aloud to the air, then picked up the lancet again and joined the battle group.
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As if she wanted to vent her anger from the mandrill, the green-shirted girl's sword was extremely domineering, like a tiger descending from the mountain or a dragon coming out of the sea. She slashed with her sword several times and actually cut the double hooks in the hands of a Liangshan gangster into four pieces.
Leng Wushuang's orange figure appeared without losing any opportunity, raised his sword and lowered it, sending the Liangshan bandits who had broken their swords to the point of no return.
At this time, the numbers of both sides were almost the same, but the battle situation turned out to be one-sided. The three masters of the Dark Temple were restrained by Nangong Ling, Liu Qiqi and Shen Xiaowan respectively. The remaining Liangshan bandits and casual cultivators were all Zheng.
Yue Ting and Shen Da Chui are rivals, and Leng Wushuang's "breath-collecting method" is even more mysterious. Every time he makes a move, the "Flying Immortal" will harvest a life.
Less than a moment later, only five of the Liangshan gangsters who could still stand on the field were left.
It was a matter of life and death. The five gangsters did not give up hope. Instead, they formed a circle back to back, guarding each other's comrades' rear areas, uniting as one, and making a desperate struggle.
The lancet in Zheng Yueting's hand turned and flew, dancing into turbulent waves and thousands of huge waves. She was about to forcefully break through the defense of the five people, but she felt that the surroundings suddenly became abnormal, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged into her heart.
He kept tiptoing to the ground, leaped back several feet, and scanned all directions with vigilant eyes.
A sage named Chen once said that he is most afraid of sudden silence in the air.
The air at this time was eerily silent.
The ghost mandrill who had been lying dead on the ground suddenly stood up again at some point.
The mask on his face was gone, revealing his fairly regular facial features and pale skin. His eyes, which were originally slightly red, now turned as red as blood, with winding blood lines all over the corners of his eyes.
On the left and right, the body was surrounded by black spiritual flames, and the steaming mist was mixed with traces of red light, resembling gods and demons, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.
Not dead?
Not to mention Zheng Yueting, even Leng Wushuang, who was hiding in the air, was surprised. She was sure that she had hit Gui Mandrill's heart.
He can survive even having his heart destroyed. Is he a human or a ghost?
An inexplicable chill enveloped the assassin girl's heart.
"I have seen many assassins." Ghost Mandrill grinned with a ferocious expression, "But none of them can compare with you."
He looked up at the sky, as if he was talking to himself: "If it weren't for my extraordinary talent and my heart being born on the right side, that sword just now would have taken my life."
Others didn't know what he was looking at, but Leng Wushuang couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.
Just because the direction where the mandrill's eyes were staring was exactly where the assassin girl was hiding.
"To show respect to you." Ghost Mandrill slowly raised the giant blade in his hand and pointed it directly at Leng Wushuang's position. The killing intent in his eyes almost turned into reality, "I decided to kill everyone in this courtyard."
This kid has kept me on tenterhooks for so long!
Seeing that the ghost mandrill was still alive, Shentu breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that he had the initiative in this battle, he returned to his side.
He once saw with his own eyes the ghost mandrill used the blood-burning secret technique and used the power of the heavenly wheel to fight with a dark temple spiritual master for a long time.
As long as the spirit master does not come out, no one in this courtyard can compete head-on with the ghost mandrill at this moment.
"puff!"
Ghost Mandrill took a step forward with his right foot, and transformed into a red and black phantom. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of a Nangong family guard. He swung the giant blade in his hand and slashed his neck.
The guard in the Tianlun Realm only felt his eyes blurred, and he lost consciousness before he could react at all. The head flying into the sky and the headless body left on the ground were simultaneously eroded by the black spiritual fire, and soon turned into ashes.
A place of charred bones was left behind.
Ghost Mandrill appeared behind another Nangong family guard without stopping. He raised the giant blade high in his hand and dropped it heavily, cutting the Liangshan gangster who was fighting the guard into two pieces.
Madmen! The people in the Dark Temple are all madmen!
The remaining four Liangshan gangsters saw that the ghost mandrills were as indistinguishable as the enemy from a hundred miles away, so they killed their own people and refused to stay. They made fun of each other, and actually took a step back at the same time, turned around and ran away without giving a second thought.
The mission of rescuing Nangong Tianxing is not allowed.
Ghost Mandrill ignored the people in Liangshan, and quickly appeared among the remaining guards. The red light in his eyes became even brighter, and the giant blade in his hand stabbed into the chest of one of the guards as fast as lightning, killing him from the sky.
A wheel master can chop melons and vegetables as easily as he can.
"Come together!" The remaining four guards waved their weapons, transforming into four forms of tiger and wolf swords in the air, and struck at the mandrill in the center together.
"Ant!" Ghost Mandrill snorted coldly. He put his left index finger and middle finger together and raised them slightly. A giant black dragon appeared above his head with its teeth and claws open, and traces of red floated from the surface of its thick body shrouded in black flames.
The aura and power on his body were actually a bit stronger than that of the black dragon before.
He stretched his fingers forward slightly, and the dragon roared loudly, slamming into the direction of the two guards.
"ah!!!"
Accompanied by miserable roars, the two guards of the Heavenly Wheel Realm were swallowed up by the giant dragon without resistance, burned, melted, and dissipated without leaving any trace.
At the same time, the giant blade in Ghost Mandrill's right hand dexterously passed through the waist of another guard, cutting him into two pieces. The momentum of the giant blade did not diminish, and he continued to move forward bravely, slashing at the last Nangong family guard.
"Dang!"
The sound of gold and iron sounded, and the giant blade collided with the long knife in the guard's hand.
The guard of the Nangong Family felt that the opponent was extremely powerful, and his entire body was knocked unconscious. He was unable to move for a moment, and could only watch helplessly as a black spiritual flame came from the giant blade, along the long knife in his hand.
It spread to the surface of his body, and after a heartbreaking burning sensation, the guard quickly followed in the footsteps of his comrades, vanished into ashes, and turned into a shining star in the night sky.
"It's your turn." Ghost Mandrill shook off the blood on the giant blade in his hand and turned to Zheng Yueting with his red eyes, a cruel smile on his face.
Zheng Yueting looked at the powerful and terrifying ghost mandrill in front of her, her heart was beating wildly, her palms were sweating, the spiritual power in her dantian was running rapidly, the lancet was placed across her chest, and the tip of the knife was pointed at the mandrill.
Face door.
Fight!
As her eyes regained their firmness, a sky full of gods, demons, demons and monsters suddenly appeared above her head. All kinds of fairies and monsters formed a colorful and gorgeous scene in the air. It was like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, or like a hundred ghosts walking at night. Each of the gods and monsters exuded powerful and powerful energy.
Sharp and terrifying momentum.
Star Spirit Level Spiritual Skill: God-Slaying Immortal Sword!