Lan Ruochan

Chapter 137
The leader of this fine work, with a fat body, wearing a monk's robe, and dancing with a nine-tooth nail rake like a tiger, turned out to be Feng Liang's Baoyi Zhu Sengsheng!
King Wei sighed,
"Old Zhu really has a problem."

Qingyun suddenly remembered that after he and the little dragon king got out of trouble that day, the little dragon king once told him that Feng Liang was not completely reliable.

He and his subordinates were all sent to Lan Ruo for gold inspection by King Wei.

As a result, Shensha died, and the pulling was reversed. Now Zhu Sengsheng also showed his fangs, so Feng Liang?
It's useless to think about it right now, the flashes of swords and swords are already in front of your eyes!

Dalian Hezu had just accidentally exposed his feet, causing the Assassin King's plan to be launched suddenly, he was annoyed in his heart, so he vented all that nameless evil fire in the battle in front of him.

He rushed in front of Monk Zhu, knocked down several Wei soldiers one after another, and rushed to the front of the dark formation.

This tall man was not afraid of the bronze ghost face, his face was covered with blood at this time, and his face was ferocious, far more terrifying than the cold bronze ghost face.

When the two ghosts meet, the one who wins will be the winner, just cut it off, are you afraid of the fulmar?

Dalian Hezu raised his saber and slashed at the ghost in front of him, but the ghost remained motionless, quietly waiting for the steel saber in Dalian's hand to fall.

The knife slashed on the black rattan armor, made a "hold", bounced lightly, and then slid to the side.

Dalian Hezu couldn't hold back his momentum, he lost his center of gravity, he staggered and fell forward.

He said badly, and the other party will definitely fight back at this time!
Riding a horse and hacking in the desert and vast sea, and surviving the dead, he has accumulated rich experience in fighting, and he will not sit still even in the most unfavorable situation.

So Dalian Hezu kicked his left ankle hard with his right foot, and his body instantly turned sideways.

His quick reaction between life and death, and his firm decision, are definitely not weaker than those famous martial arts masters.

And the ghost-faced man who was hit was wearing heavy armor, so he was naturally not as flexible as Dalian Hezu.

After Dalian made a series of moves, he only had time to make a spin.

That's right, it's just a rotation, like the wooden pier flying all over the sky just now, and after a round of rotation, the short arc will tear off a piece of Dalian Hezu with his shoulders and back.

Dalian Hezu didn't even have time to yell, and fell to the floor like a dead pig, motionless.

Zhu Sengsheng has been in the Baoyi Army for many years, although his status is low, he has never seen a secret attack.

But Wang Shennian had heard of the name of the sun and the moon competing for glory, and the sword and shield uniting the jade.

Seeing that Dalian Hezu, who was rushing in front, turned into two, he hurriedly fell backwards, his fat body rolling backwards.

The companion behind him was hit by his tonnage bomb chariot, naturally either his bones were broken or his tendons were broken, but at least they all survived.

And those buddies who still rushed out from the two wings were not so lucky,
The flow of two groups of people is like moths to a flame, and they may not even have time to make a crackling sound, so they turn into a cloud of red mist, two things.

Those ghost-faced men are still like a mechanism, as if they have not moved a bit, but when someone pounces on them, they will occasionally rotate, the cold light flashes, and the hot spring pours.

The rain was still falling, and water had begun to accumulate in the ark, which was full of bright red.

Ran Rongti ran quickly along the path that he had carefully broken through just now, with peach blossoms splashing under his feet.

Seeing Zhu Sengsheng rolling back, he cursed inwardly to no avail, and kicked him over, kicking that fat body into the air.

The strength was used extremely skillfully, after the meat ball passed the human wall high, the remaining strength disappeared, and it fell straight into the circle like a falling wild goose.

Zhu Sengsheng said in his heart that he was not good, isn't this sending him to death, he can only go forward and back, and he just put his own life on the line?

Facts have proved that he is really worrying too much. He is not qualified to enter the game in front of him.

Five or six round shields flew out across the sky, cutting through layers of rain curtains, and throwing out spiral bead chains along the direction of rotation.

When it flew out, it was hung with crystals, quite li, crystal clear,
When it flew back, it had turned into agate, Hong Shan, and it was so bright.

pat!

A mass of limp objects hit the canopy of Huang Luo,

Xiao Huangmen, who held the umbrella for King Wei, shivered in shock.

The thing seemed to be soaked in ink, and when it slowly slid down from the umbrella cover, it left a strong hanging needle, which made the ink dots scattered in the blank space extraordinarily chilling.

Zhubi, make a decision.

Monk Zhu was born, his life was exhausted, and his soldiers were dismissed.

After Ran Xunti kicked Zhu Sengsheng away, his footsteps did not lag at all, and he still rushed forward with all his strength.

He has absolute confidence in his swordsmanship,
As the head of the eight kings of Tianzong, he naturally has his own merits.

Walking in the rivers and lakes on weekdays, he has another identity——

Under the mask, the No. [-] sword slave of Yujian Villa!
His swordsmanship is not inferior to the Four Ominous Slaves, the reason why he was squeezed into the Ten Heavenly Steeds is actually because he is not a direct descendant of the Five Great Sword Sects, while the Four Ominous Slaves are from the four major Sword Sects below the Sword Sect. Each takes a seat.

Ran Xun boasted that his Wentao and martial arts were as good as others, but in Tianzong he was still suppressed by the mysterious suzerain, and in Jianjian Villa, he couldn't compete with the masters of the five great sword sects.

Although he never revealed anything in front of others, he was actually holding back his breath all the time.

He wants to rectify his name!Make a name for yourself!

Tianwang's leadership is not inferior to Tianzun's, and his swordsmanship is not inferior to the five schools!
How could these big-headed soldiers shrunk in the turtle shell in front of him be in his eyes?

The Heavenly King made five sword strikes, and a ghost-masked man was the first to bear the brunt.

The man didn't dare to neglect, he steadied his horse and waited for the battle, ready to turn around and fight back after enduring a fierce attack.

But as soon as Tianwang's sword touched the rattan armor, the ghost-masked man immediately sensed something was wrong,
It was as if his body had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he was blasted back a few steps abruptly.

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the mask, and the splashed blood blinded his eyes and choked into his nose.

Although the ghost-faced man was seriously injured and retreated, he still did not fall.

The rattan armor was obviously processed by special techniques, with excellent toughness and smooth surface, and it was impossible for ordinary swords to penetrate it, causing substantial damage to the armored person.

Tianwang injured a team member as soon as he made a move. This was already the biggest setback the department has encountered since Wang Shennian took over Anluo.

Once someone retreats, a gap appears in the formation,
Ran Rongti didn't even think about it, he raised his sword and rushed in.

But the dark scorpions are an iron army, they are not a mob acting alone.

One team member was forced to retreat, and the companions on both sides immediately gathered towards the gap, spinning and closing together!
The Heavenly King shouted angrily, and the sword was like a flowing rainbow, clanging and clanging, and it is unknown how many swords were cut on the two people who approached.

Those two had just learned how to be good when they saw their companion was seriously injured, and they kept fighting around without stopping for a moment.

With the sharpness of the sword alone, it was impossible to cut through the vine armor, and then the strength was removed by the high-speed rotation, and the damage was really limited.

On the contrary, it was the sharp edge brought by the short sword, which was piercingly cold, so that the king of heaven did not dare to directly attack him, so he could only temporarily give up the breakthrough and took a step back.

The two ghost-masked men ate Ran Tianwang's chaotic sword, and their bones were sore as if they were falling apart.

They twirled and retreated towards the formation, while the surrounding companions moved sequentially like caterpillars, filling up the gap again.

The few wounded soldiers who had just retreated into the formation had already recovered most of their combat strength with the help of trotting for a while, and followed Wang Shennian's command to make up for the far end of the formation.

By the time the Brahman who was following Ran Tianwang rushed forward, the formation had returned to perfection without any flaws.

(End of this chapter)