Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1341 The Bold Monster
"Luohua Chuixue, superb swordsmanship, sharp sword path, and a smile from the sword god can move the faces of immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods." Henry Zhang murmured without looking back, "This person learned swords at the age of seven, and he has achieved success in seven years. , Since then, you have never met an opponent, and now, you are fortunate to be able to feel such a sword."

Henry Zhang raised his arm slightly, and the seven-meter giant figure in a white gown behind him also raised his sword-holding arm, and then saw a flash of cold light, and the black-winged roc flying in the air instantly dissipated.

The power of a sword broke the divine form formed by the joint efforts of the thirteen black-robed men, and the thirteen pairs of pupils hidden under the black robes all shrank at this moment.

Henry Zhang continued: "Heroic spirits have souls, but war spirits only have moves, but even so, they are enough to be proud of the world. Old man Lu, I didn't expect that such a thing was hidden in that wordless book, thank you. "

Behind Henry Zhang, the white figure held a long sword obliquely.

The thirteen black-robed men looked at each other, and then they formed seals in the same hands, and black aura continued to emerge from their bodies. Just when the black aura on their bodies reached a peak, the thirteen black-robed men all mutated. His body began to grow taller, breaking the cloak he wore.

Henry Zhang also understood at this moment why they hid themselves in the cloak. After all, their bodies had already mutated, and the faces of the 13 of them alone were already out of shape. Everyone had beasts on their faces. Characteristics.

Through their unique genetic technology, the Ancestral Alliance can completely squeeze out the potential of people in a short period of time, and make people make rapid progress, but at the same time, in this rapid progress, a lot of things need to be paid.

The figures of the thirteen black-robed men suddenly became three meters tall, and each of them had thick limbs, like monsters.

"Jie Jie, you are indeed the king of hell." The voice of the leader in black robe became even hoarse, "This kind of attack strength is really beyond our expectations. I am afraid that in the god-endowing realm, few people are your opponents. Right, but, how many times can you use this attack method? Besides, it’s in this scattered spirit formation!"

Thirteen tall men in black robes changed directions back and forth, forming a circle, enclosing Henry Zhang in the circle.

With a smile on the corner of Henry Zhang's mouth, "Each war spirit has only one move, but this move is not something you guys can resist. Watch it, the next move is called floating..."

As soon as Henry Zhang said this, he heard a loud shout in the thick fog.

"Bold and evil! The poor monk can tell at a glance that you are not human!"

This shout was sonorous and powerful, full of energy, like a bell.

Above Henry Zhang’s head, the floating fairy lotus disappeared instantly, and at the same time, the white figure behind Henry Zhang disappeared.

In the next second, a bald figure wearing a red cassock appeared in Henry Zhang's eyes. This figure came from the sky with a whisk in hand and handprints in his hand.

The thirteen men in black robes glanced upwards, and almost at the same time, they opened their mouths wide, showing their sharp fangs to the bald figure.

"How dare you use an axe and an axe? I want you to show your true colors!" The bald figure's whisk rose in the wind and entangled the thirteen men in black, "Majestic Tianlong! Prajna Buddhas! World Honored One! Prajna Ba Makong !"

The bald figure kept drinking loudly.

"Wei Tianlong! Tianlong! Dragon!"

With his own strength, the bald figure made his lines echo continuously.

The whisk swept towards the 13 members of the Returning Ancestor League.

The 13 members of the Returning Ancestor League are not easy to match, their limbs have evolved into sharp claws, and they instantly tear the flying whisk to pieces!
"Bold and monstrous! Da Luo spells!"

The bald figure formed seals in his hands again, and the torn whisk reappeared.

The 13 members of the Returning Ancestor League let out a roar in unison.

"Huh!" The bald figure snorted coldly, "How dare you hold on to such a spell? Seeing that I took you in, I didn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and didn't pay attention to me at all. The flying dragon is in the sky! The mighty Tianlong! The mighty Tianlong! Tianlong ! Dragon Dragon... Dragon!"

This time, the whisk was mighty, like rolling down the Milky Way from the sky.

But even though Fuchen was powerful, he was still torn to pieces by the thirteen members of the Ancestral Alliance. After all, these thirteen members of the Ancestral Alliance were also strong in the God-endowed realm. It became blurred, but this made their lethality even stronger. Unless it was Yang Shou's tomb, a top existence among the gods, it was really possible to bloody these 13 people.

The bald figure saw that his second attack was easily broken by the opponent.

"Big Law mantra! Move mountains!"

The bald figure waved the whisk in his hand.

The thirteen members of the Ancestral Returning Alliance no longer waited for death. Without waiting for the bald monk to make a move, they took the lead in attacking, baring their fangs, brandishing their giant claws, and rushed towards the bald figure in the sky.

"Wow!" the bald figure yelled.

Just when Henry Zhang thought that the monk was going to make a big move, he saw the monk's style of painting changed.

"Brother, save me! These people are too fierce, I can't beat them!"

The bald figure smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and rushed towards Henry Zhang.

When the bald figure rushed to the front, Henry Zhang could see clearly that this guy's round figure was still hidden in the inner pocket of the cassock with half of the chicken legs exposed, and those eyes that kept turning around were not full of ding ding, but who was it? !
"Why did you become a monk?" Henry Zhang looked at Quan Dingding, who had six scars scalded on his head, with a strange expression.

"Brother, I'll tell you later, run!" Quan Dingding stretched out his greasy hand, obviously before the fight, this guy was still holding a chicken leg.

Those big greasy hands grabbed Henry Zhang’s clothes, Quan Ding took Henry Zhang, and ran in one direction.

Although there is a dense fog here, it obviously does not have much impact on "locals" like Quan Dingding. Quan Dingding led Henry Zhang on a rampage in the fog. After running for more than ten minutes, he finally got rid of that Thirteen members of the Returning Ancestor League.

"Huh! It's safe here!" Quan Dingding sat down next to a plant, panting heavily.

Henry Zhang looked at Quan Dingding leaning on the cactus, and stretched out a thumb involuntarily.

"Brother, why does my back feel so scratched?" Quan Dingding took out a chicken leg from the inside pocket of the cassock and stuffed it into his mouth. At the same time, he rubbed his back subconsciously. Something was wrong, and when he looked behind him, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Henry Zhang also chose a place to sit down. After leaving the Hidden Gods Realm, Henry Zhang has never seen Quan Dingding again. Who would have thought that this guy even wore cassocks when they met this time? This is a high-paying profession. , academic requirements are also very high.

(End of this chapter)