Chapter 847 Is it a dog?(2/2)
At the same moment, he flew away in one step.
As soon as he left, where he was standing before, a piece of sword light slashed down from the sky, cutting ravines on the bloody ground.
Before he could finish, before he could settle down, he saw another bolt of lightning flying towards him. It was a chain connected by runes, glowing with a strange light, which made his heart sting. Obviously,
That is a secret method dedicated to strengthening the spirit or martial soul.
Bang!
He stabilized himself with one step and destroyed it with one palm.
Only then did we see who took action.
Directly ahead in the darkness, a middle-aged man in purple robes walked out, holding a large black bow. Needless to say, this was the man who shot the arrow earlier.
The other two appeared in no particular order, a one-eyed old man, a burly man, one holding a bloody sword, and the other holding a golden sword. They were both genuine pinnacle quasi-tians. They both wore a pair of wooden clogs and walked with clattering sounds, coming from three directions.
, blocking Zhao Yun under the rock wall.
"Is it a dog?"
Zhao Yun thought to himself, without looking at these three people, he only glanced at the distance not far away.
There is a fourth person hiding in the dark mountain forest. If the prediction is correct, he should be a martial arts cultivator with super strong perception and an extremely unique talent. Otherwise, it would be impossible to find him in such a short period of time.
's hiding place.
He also underestimated the other party, there are so many talents, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!
"Which family?" the middle-aged man in black said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his head rolled down from his neck like a watermelon.
An instant kill with just one sword.
This is the answer. If you still don’t know which company it belongs to, just feel free to go on your way.
The middle-aged man in black died in an extremely depressed state. He didn't know where his head was after it fell to the ground. Why don't today's descendants practice martial ethics? In other words, how come it's a sure kill?
"You...Ji Hen?"
The one-eyed old man and the burly man changed their expressions, and they both took a step back. They could use an instant kill. Apart from the Holy Son of Tianzong, there would be no other person.
It was precisely because I didn't expect it that I was caught off guard.
It was precisely because they didn't expect it that their minds couldn't turn around.
The Holy Son of Tianzong actually came to the East China Sea to save the Demon Palace. What kind of situation is this? You must know that Ji Hen and the Demon Palace are hostile, and the Holy Son of the Demon Palace was buried in Ji Hen's hands.
Zheng!
There was a moment of surprise between the two of them. Zhao Yun drew his sword again, and Feng Lei destroyed everything with his sword, attacking the burly man.
The burly and arrogant man swung the golden knife carelessly.
However, before taking action, he glanced at Zhao Yun one more time, and accidentally received a shot from the Sky Eye Illusion Technique.
Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to kill him.
Zhao Yun's sword had arrived and avoided the opponent's golden sword. The sword pierced between the eyebrows and came out from the back of the head, leaving a dazzling bloody light.
Killer!
It's still a sure kill with one sword.
In a fight with Mr. Zhao, any one of you who messes around might be doomed.
"Baga!"
The one-eyed old man's true energy surged, and he slashed with his sword in the air. It was unclear whether it was anger or fear, but there was actually a trembling sound in this howl.
Zhao Yun didn't even look at it. He sidestepped and grabbed the one-armed old man's wrist. He easily picked it up and smashed it to the ground with a thud.
With his Ksitigarbha's peak strength, even the peak of Quantian would be injured even if he was hit. The one-eyed old man is a good example. The solid body-protecting essence collapsed in an instant, and the old bones in the body also crackled for a while.
A mouthful of old blood spurted out more than two feet high.
Chapter completed!