Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 478
The next one is bull head horse noodles.

Chen Yuan already knew the sequence of appearances, so she was not in a hurry and just waited. Sure enough, in the mist filled with mist, two tall and strong figures appeared. Niutou Apang walked out with a steel fork, bare upper body and black hair. Next to it is the horse-faced grandmother carrying a mace.

As soon as he came out, he slammed the weapon in his hand on the ground, looked at Chen Yuan with authority, and said in unison: "If you defeat my brothers, you will pass the test!"

Chen Yuan's face showed seriousness. This time, she didn't let the water go. She obviously felt the fierce killing intent from the bull-headed horse face. It may be that the previous three games were too fake. This time it's going to be real.

"Third Master and Fourth Master, I have only one person, and I have no weapons, how can I beat you?"

"You can ask God."

As soon as the words fell, the bull-headed and horse-faced figure suddenly disappeared into the mist. Chen Yuan hurriedly flew back, holding the spell in her sleeve, jumped up, and smashed down a mace in the air, poking her sword finger on it. The figure of Niutou appeared below, the steel fork stabbed from bottom to top, Chen Yuan kicked the steel fork deflected, and stepped on the shoulder of Niutou when it fell, and fell into the distance like a big bird in the forest, pinching the magic weapon His hands dragged his wide sleeves and waved them down.

There was a whistling sound in the air.

The bull's head and the horse's face and long soldiers crossed, and there was a sound like iron striking. The figures of the two gods paused, and they saw that between the two crossed weapons was a crescent moon knife with a winding green dragon, extending backwards. Guan Yu held the knife with one hand , stroking his beard with one hand, the tall figure stepped back, drew the blade and scratched it on the steel fork and mace, making an ear-piercing rubbing sound.

hum-

The moment the blade was pulled away, there was a buzzing sound, Guan Yu's slightly closed eyelids, suddenly broke away, with a murderous intent, swung the handle of the knife in a circle in his hand, stepped forward, and stepped on the moment of a gust of wind.

Qinglong roared.

Almost at the same moment when the bull's head swooped over, the blue dragon roared away, the mist was turbulent, and the heavy blade slashed like a dream.

The sound of metal and iron clanging exploded in front of the hall, and the bull-headed steel fork swooped to block it. The original rushing momentum was directly smoothed out by this knife. Then, the blue dragon fell to the ground, and the terrifying power was thrown away. There was a deep mark on the ground.

Without stopping, the horse over there rushed forward, swung the sword off, blocked the mace, and sliced ​​off the opponent's head with a backhand, the bull's head that got up jumped on it again, and the figure turned into a few feet to ride the wind and wink It will arrive.

The heavy-faced Guan Gong glanced sideways, and brushed off his beard without avoiding it. The next moment, another figure rose from the ground in front of him, staring phantomly, with a leopard head and eyes, and a snake spear in his hand. Blocking the bull's horn's momentum, he was pushed out.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Fei abandoned the snake spear, grabbed the bull's horn with his bare hands, kicked his feet on the ground and let out a hysterical growl, then staggered the bull's horns, dodged sideways, and hugged the bull's head directly by the neck.

"Good cow!"

While shouting, he pulled violently, the power of the incense burst out, and the two figures of several feet collided with each other and fell to the ground.

The magic arts in Chen Yuan's hands were constantly changing, Guan Zhang and the bull-headed horse faced each other in their eyes, and it was difficult to tell the winner, but Chen Yuan's mouth slightly evoked a smile.

In the gap just now, he suddenly caught some loopholes in the other party's words.

At this time, Niutou and Mamian finally forced Guan Yu and Zhang Feizhen to retreat. After all, this is their home field, full of Yin Qi, they may not be able to compare with Guan Zhang in terms of force, but they are better than Guan Zhang in terms of morality.

The bull's head and the horse's face showed fierceness, swinging a fork and a stick crazily, pushing Guan Zhang and the two bang for seven or eight feet, stirring up a dark wind from time to time, casting spells, restraining Guan Zhang's soul.

Even if it is a heroic soul, it still cannot escape this constraint.

"Pong doesn't like being pressed and beaten!"

Niutou's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily. Right now, he was quite satisfied with his performance. The more he fought, the braver he was, he could only parry the heroes on the ground.

"Abang likes to beat others up, who else, come together!"

As the voice fell, the spell in Chen Yuan's hand over there was also drawn on the ground. The next moment, figures leaped out of the magic circle and landed in the eyes of Niutou with a look of surprise.

The expression on his face suddenly collapsed, and he shouted: "Chen Yuan, you are lying—"

Ma Mian pushed the knife and turned his head to look at the bull's head. He was shocked and shuddered. The densely packed souls of outstanding people rushed out of the circle, and the ants gnawed on the water around the several-foot-tall bull's head. There were even outstanding people. The soul jumped onto the bull's head and shoulders, swung the sword and slashed vigorously.

"Don't fight, don't fight!"

The horse faced Guan Gong, who was coming with a knife, and quickly waved his hand, threw away the mace, raised his hands above his head and waved them crosswise, "I won't fight, don't come at me."

Niutou was trapped by countless souls, and he still thought that his good brother would come to help him. When he heard this, the bull's eyes widened.

'Grandma, shameless. '

He also wanted to say no to fighting, but there were several souls of heroes standing on his chest, and they were calling him with weapons, so they could only keep parrying, and there was no time to speak.

"I also……"

After Niutou said two words, he simply restored his body to its original size, and then uttered the voice of the Dharma, but as soon as the Dharma image retracted, he was buried in the crowd. Dozens of heroes in the world, armed with weapons, killed him. He pressed down and greeted everyone.

Only the bull's head was left waving outside with one hand, and then slowly shaking...

"Abang's brain is not good, but he is stronger than me in fighting." Ma Mian walked to Chen Yuan with a mace in his hand, "You see, even if he is trapped, he will fight. It's really difficult."

"Fourth Master, are you sure it's a bullish temper?"

The more Chen Yuan looked at it, the more she felt that it was wrong, "It seems that they have started to smoke."

"When you put it that way, it's kind of like it."

Ma Mian touched his chin, and slowly turned his head to look at Chen Yuan. The latter hurriedly withdrew his Ouija spell, and the group of heroes who were besieged and fighting over there stopped, and bowed their hands to the friends around them comfortably. Then the shoulder-to-shoulder dissipated.

Only the black bull-headed Ah Pong was left holding his hand, as if he had been ruined by dozens of big men, lying on the ground in a horrible way.

Ma Mian lost his mace, and hurried up to help Niutou up. The latter's lower body skirt was swaying, and he lifted his head weakly, and waved at Chen Yuan.

"Passed...passed...don't play tricks next time...Abang doesn't like...like..."

The figure with the bull's head and horse face disappeared, and the messy square instantly returned to its original state. Chen Yuan was also a little tired at this time, and the bull's head and horse face almost made him perform Ouija spells. Zhong Kui and Cui Pan were behind him, what should I do?
Although those two might not use magic weapons, it would be even more difficult to fight.

"Hahaha!"

When Chen Yuan was thinking about it, a loud laugh suddenly sounded over there. A figure in a champion robe, iron face and curly temples walked out slowly with an old man in purple clothes and short beard. When seeing Chen Yuan, Zhong Kui stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Wonderful!" , I haven’t seen such a fight in a long time.”

The old man on the side also nodded with a smile, but did not speak.

No need to guess, Chen Yuan also knew the identity of the other party, and immediately raised her hand: "Yuan has seen Shengjun, Judge Cui!"

The old man bowed his hand to return the salute, looked Chen Yuan up and down, and smiled even wider.

And Zhong Kui next to him was bold, went over to hug Chen Yuan, and then whispered: "Did you bring a good wine from the world?"

"This... came in a hurry, and didn't bring any drinks down."

Chen Yuan came to see Lord Taishan, never thought that he would encounter such a situation, and it was even more impossible to bring wine with him, seeing Zhong Kui's expression changed, he also whispered: "I didn't bring wine, but I want to be serious? "

"Humph."

Zhong Kui hummed again and again, raised his hands and walked back to Cui Jue's side, then... laughed loudly, waved his hands and said, "No more, you have already won everything before, so what if we beat you?"

"Is that..." Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of what Lord Taishan promised, he glanced at the palace in a signal way.Zhong Kui came over with a smile, grabbed Chen Yuan's hand, and pulled him to a place.

"Let's talk while walking. By the way, I will show you around. Those old friends of yours have been talking about you."

Old friend?

Daoist Mingguang?

With guesses, Chen Yuan followed Zhong Kui to another place in the underworld, and the judge Cui Jue followed closely behind, seemingly floating slowly but really fast.

(End of this chapter)