I'm covering this wretch

Chapter 528 Next time, let your gun god master come
A palm-sized silver ball of soul power formed, piercing the air and exploding the ground, piercing towards King Mo's face.

Mo Bai didn't even lift his head.

He just shook his head regretfully: "You haven't learned the essence of your marksmanship. It's just that you have nothing to do. The momentum and determination to pierce everything are far from enough."

His right hand rested on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Press lightly.

The mechanism hidden in the wheelchair is activated instantly.

More than a dozen arrows were shot out in a whizzing manner.

The shooting force was so strong that it directly sparked the air.Hidden in the armrest of the wheelchair is the tiny device of Zhuge Liannu.

Although it is smaller in size, it is more powerful.

The shooting strength of this arrow is no less than the strength of ten bulls!

More than a dozen arrows rushed towards Nangong Ling's silver gun, and there was a sound of clashing metal, and the gun god was blocked unexpectedly.

The halo of soul power condensed on the tip of the gun also gradually dimmed.

Nangong Ling's body was also shaken, and he took a step back to stabilize himself.

He stood with a gun in his hand, his face was a little ugly.

Not only because King Mo taunted his marksmanship, but also because the other party was right to ridicule him. His marksmanship has a lot of flaws, and there is still a big difference in realm between his master's unstoppable thrust. Small.

This is not.

King Mo didn't even use his soul power, he just used a powerful hidden weapon to block his spear.

It hits people too much.

"Sword God II!" Nangong Ling felt the humiliation, but he didn't want to admit defeat. With a bang, he waved his silver spear again, dancing in a whirl, like a dragon coming out of a cave, "The gun dragon is coming out of the cave!"

The soul power on the spear entangled, forming a thick and strong dragon more than five meters long and half a meter wide.

Roaring, roaring.

Ling Kong attacked in the direction of Mo Bai.

The wind is bitter.

Mobai's black hair was blown to the back of his head.

however.

His expression was still extremely calm.

He stepped on the left pedal.

A chain flew out directly, like a dazzling chain, under the reflection of the iceberg, it turned out to be like a silver snake.

Three-turn spirit lock.

A semi-finished product of the Nine Turns Spirit Lock.

"Bound."

The perfect thin lips of ink white lightly parted.

This time, he poured the soul power of a great soul warrior into the three-turn spirit lock.

Turn the spirit lock three times, and there is a ding-dong sound.

In mid-air, dazzled around his body, came out of the hole with the spear dragon in the second style of the gun god, and fought together.

soon.

It was high and low.

At the beginning, when the spear dragon came out of the cave, it was only wrapped around the dragon's tail by the three-turn spirit lock. After a while, even the dragon's torso and even the dragon's head were wrapped round and round.

Now that the dragon has been tied up, how can he get out of the cave?

It's the end of the battle.

The gun dragon wailed.

Nangong Ling was in a hurry, and kept injecting soul power into it, but unfortunately, it still couldn't withstand the stronger binding power of the three-turn spirit lock.

Five seconds later, the gun dragon broke.

Nangong Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and stepped back several steps in a row. The silver spear Wuhun in his hand gradually faded, almost unable to maintain its appearance.

"Do you still want to fight?" King Mo raised his eyebrows.

It's not that he looks down on Nangong Ling.

But this kid is really not qualified to be his opponent, "Next time, let your master Spearman come. Or, let the black-robed high priest come. Maybe this king can bring some interest."

(End of this chapter)