The best feng shui master

Chapter 315
He didn't understand until his death why he was so vulnerable.

As he himself said, something like an ant!

Suo Lang joined the battle, and Borg's pressure increased sharply. He had been fighting with Zhao Xuantan, but now the situation took a turn for the worse, and he was suppressed by the two together.

"Two beat one, don't you guys have a bit of gentlemanly demeanor?" Borg stepped back again and again, his face was ugly, and he was angry from it. Although he knew that he did the evil first, he couldn't care so much now. It would be best to separate the two of them. Open, even if you can't win, you still have a chance to escape.

Again, for practitioners like them, being alive means everything, and dying means nothing.

Although the three of them talked non-stop, their hands didn't pause at all. The figures were intertwined, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

"Okay, okay, you guys claim to be a nation of etiquette, and you bully more than you do, but you do it so righteously, I have gained a lot of experience!"

Borg became more and more embarrassing, he was hit in the shoulder by Lama Tie Bang, and was punched in the chest by Zhao Xuantan, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he felt great hatred, not for these two people who hurt him, but for Ai Chunqiu That damn thing.

It's good now, Ai Chunqiu, who had vowed so well at the beginning, turned into a pile of ashes, not even a whole body, and he was besieged, and he had no power to fight back. In the distance, there was a Chen Yi who couldn't see the depth, with eight dragons watching him covetously. , death is only a matter of time.

What should I do?
"I fought with you!"

Death is the best way to stimulate potential. In the face of death, Borg's potential has been brought to the limit, and he has never been so powerful in his life.

However, it was useless...

"boom!"

Lange's iron rod came out of the water like a dragon, and hit him hard on the waist.

"Crack!"

Zhao Xuantan flew up into the air, and while he was in severe pain, he punched him on the forehead, the bones and flesh were shattered, white and red like peach blossoms, sprinkled in the air, it was also for himself. A heroic way of funeral.

Zhao Xuantan cleaned the filth from his hands handsomely, and looked at Fenghuang. Her opponent was also at the end of his strength, and was being crushed and beaten by Fenghuang. If it wasn't for his special constitution and super strong resistance to blows, he would have died long ago.

Geng Bo, Tong Zi, Ye Rong, and Lan Shuang also came to an end. The four of them fought two, and there were insidious weapons such as Yan Gu and ground hair. The victory was certain.

"Let's fight quickly!"

With a loud roar, Chen Yi commanded the eight dragons, divided them into two groups, and attacked the remaining few.

"boom"

"boom"

"Click"

……

The defeat of those three people was revealed, and with this new force joining them, how could they be their opponents, within a few rounds, they were torn to shreds and beheaded.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Xuantan, Chen Yi, Lange, Fenghuang and others are nothing more than a hand from the sky, executing the execution on their behalf.

"How can anyone who destroys the dragon veins in ancient and modern times get good rewards? The first emperor, fearing the rise of Chu and the appearance of real dragons, dug up the dragon veins of Zijin Mountain, but what happened? Didn't he die in the second generation?"

Zhao Xuantan's gaze was as cold as a knife, without even the slightest bit of sympathy, the First Emperor would not be able to escape this cycle of karma, let alone these little bastards?
The sky net is restored, sparse but not leaky, evil deeds will result in evil consequences!This is an undeniable truth since ancient times.

It glanced at Sai Zha and Chen Yi meaningfully, then let out a high-pitched and long cry, and sank into the ground.

As soon as the pocket was opened, there were several screams of pain, and then nine golden dragons with the thickness of arms flew out.

They are all transformed by the spirit body that the dragon spirit has shed.

Nine little dragons flew out of the pocket, and did not enter the big dragon veins, but kept flying around Saiza, like a child meeting its mother, or like stars surrounding the moon.

"Welcome to the return of the master!"

With a deep roar, Asura led the eight dragons to salute!

(End of this chapter)