Chapter 797 Death Slash
Zhu Minglang stood still, and Yan Wanglong's mountain-like body had landed in front of Zhu Minglang.
Whether it was the powerful Paishan Palm or the magical powers of the other four demigods' weapons, they hit the diamond scales of Yan Wanglong without even a scratch being seen.
Yan Wanglong slowly raised his wings, and the wings of the death scythe slashed left and right. The speed was extremely fast and the strength was terrifying, directly decapitating the demigod holding the talisman and stick!
Demi god……
Slash directly!
Yanwanglong kills people really neatly, and the sharp sickle wings are like a god-slaying blade, let alone a demigod or a quasi-god, even a person of the child-of-god level may not be able to withstand its sickle cut that surpasses its own level! !
The terrifying strength close to the god-level level is not something to talk about casually. The Hongtian Peak and the Heitian Peak are just two of the eight peaks of the swagger. Peak Lord, an unorthodox god.
Yan Wanglong didn't dodge the attacks of these people at all, Changli of the Shenzi class tried his best to scrape it, all he had to do was trample them into meat paste one by one!
The four demigods are not enough for Yan Wanglong to kill at all, and Chang Li, the God of Precepts, has a livid face. His eyes are fixed on Zhu Minglang who is hiding behind Yan Wanglong, and he seems to want to find a chance to bypass Yan Wanglong and give Zhu Minglang to Zhu Minglang. dealt with.
But Yan Wanglong is not stupid.
Anyway, in the first battle after joining the gang, he will still eat other people's dragon food in the future. Although he doesn't know why he has to work for this human being, but the matter is over, there is no need to be hypocritical!
"Om!!!!!!"
There was a echoing sound between the dragon's horns, and soon a horn shock wave swept in all directions. Chang Li just wanted to pass through the shape of the Hades Dragon, but was shaken until his eardrums were about to rupture.
Chang Li covered his ears, and hurriedly used his leaf stepping technique to escape from the horn shock wave. As a result, the huge Yan Wanglong was actually very flexible. shoot away.
Chang Li's body skills were already very good, but Yan Wanglong chased and slapped and stomped violently, and Tianfeng, which had been split in half, wobbled even more and almost fell directly.
There are still many disciples in Hongtian Peak Taoist Temple. They are nothing more than small ants who have been fighting with gods, but ants also want to survive. At this time, these disciples desperately hope that their peak master Chang Li will be directly shot to death. The Yan Wanglong will not smash the entire mountain into pieces!
mountain peak,
If they really want to collapse, they don't have such a high level of cultivation to guarantee that they won't fall to their death!
Zhu Minglang was focusing on the battle between Yanwanglong and Zhangjieshen Changli. Suddenly, the sword spirit dragon suspended behind him trembled, as if warning something. Before Zhu Minglang could turn around, the sword spirit dragon Having unsheathed itself, it flew towards a vague and breathless shadow, and suddenly slashed at this shadow!
Swept by the fierce sword energy, the shadow finally appeared in its true form, and it was Tong Zhiyuan, the veteran preacher who had lost an arm.
Zhu Minglang was a little surprised. He glanced at Tong Zhiyuan's body not far away, and then at the same old Taoist over here.
Golden cicada escapes its shell? ?
This veteran still has such skills.
"I'd like to see how many layers of shells you can shed!" Zhu Minglang smiled and let the Sword Spirit Dragon act independently until he beheaded the old Taoist priest.
Tong Zhiyuan was annoyed and angry. He originally wanted to take advantage of the appearance of Changli, the God of Discipline, to sneak attack Zhu Minglang, but he didn't know that the other party had such a special sword beside him.
This sword does not need the master's thoughts to control it at all. It is strong, fierce, and proficient in various sword techniques. Tong Zhiyuan is not the kind who can face strong enemies head-on, not to mention enjoying himself for so many years. His actual combat ability is not as good as before. When encountering such a fierce sword move as the sword spirit dragon, he can only keep running back.
Tong Zhiyuan fled in the direction of Heitian Peak, and the Sword Spirit Dragon leaped directly over the two peaks, and split into rows of sword formations!
The sword array is like a huge sword net, covering the vast and majestic mountain peaks. Under the clouds, there are all sharp red flying swords. These flying swords will also change constantly. The formation turned into a long river, and from the long river into a magnificent sword-bladed dragon!
Tong Zhiyuan stumbled and stumbled in mid-air, and was directly pierced by flying swords several times, like a sparrow being hunted by a group of eagles, panicking...
Jian Linglong has chased it so far away that Zhu Minglang couldn't even see it.
But Zhu Minglang doesn't need to be too concerned, once Tong Zhiyuan dies, Jian Linglong will fly back by himself.
Here, Yan Wanglong was chasing a guinea pig. Although Changli, the god of precepts, was at the level of a god child, he was also beaten violently in the face of Yan Wanglong, whose strength was close to that of a general.
Most of the gods have some life-saving skills, so if you want to kill them, you must prepare some restraints in advance.
It is one thing to be able to defeat them, but another to be able to kill them. Chang Li was ready to escape after realizing that he could not defeat Yan Wanglong!
However, Zhu Minglang was wrong.
Chang Li's way of escaping was not relying on himself, but forcibly calling out the disciples from the Hongtian Peak Taoist Temple.
After all, Hongtian Peak and Heitian Peak are also organizations under the gods, among which there are countless gods, gods, and masters who serve them.
With Chang Li's order, thousands of masters appeared in the two great heavenly peaks, many of them reached the king level, and they formed an imposing king-level army on the mountain peaks. Showing their supernatural powers, those spells filled with flames and frost were baptized like hail and rain.
Yan Wanglong stands proudly, it completely ignores this legion of strong men from Tianfeng, no matter how many people form the energy rainstorm pouring on it, it will not be able to leave the slightest scar on its diamond dragon scales.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Wanglong bathed in those spells, and suddenly spit out a sinister breath towards those thousands of people! ! !
The wild breath swept across, without causing huge fluctuations, and there was no deafening momentum, but the crowd composed of thousands of Hongtian Peak and Heitian Peak masters was suddenly stripped to bones by the sinister mad breath! ! !
The blood, flesh, and skin all disappeared, leaving only a terrifying white bone. The gods of Hongtian Peak and Heitian Peak were scared out of their wits, and a thousand of them died directly with just such a breath. , or directly turned into bones! !
This is the difference between Shenlong and mortals. They are not at the same level at all. No matter how many Hongtian Peak and Heitian Peak masters are able to withstand the attack of Yan Wanglong!
Soon, those cultivators scattered like birds and beasts. How could they dare to sacrifice their lives for that Changli? In the face of absolute power, belief in such things is meaningless...
Changli people are also stupid.
This is the Swaggering Peak here. In Tianshu, they Swaggering Peak already represented the divine power and imperial power. He never thought that there would be such a day when the entire Tianfeng would be trampled out! !
Yan Wanglong passed through those dry bones, and stared coldly at Chang Li with a pair of ghostly fire pupils. He was also a child of the gods. On par with Shenlong.
Yan Wanglong raised his claws, and the falling process seemed to knock down half of the sky. The huge crushing force made Chang Li feel like all the bones in his body were about to fall apart!
He retreated towards the back of the cracked mountain, where there was a ruined Taoist temple.
Yan Wanglong's eyes suddenly sparkled with dark flames, burning violently. At the same time, a large piece of dark flames exploded from Chang Li's body inexplicably, and these dark flames quickly swallowed his head, body, and limbs, and It penetrated into his internal organs, and even penetrated and burned his soul! !
Chang Li turned into a cursed fireman, he was writhing crazily, screaming heart-piercingly.
As a son of God, this guy is more tenacious than those practitioners. The underworld fire of Yama Wanglong has been burning on him for a long time, and he is still not completely dead.
Yan Wanglong didn't have the patience to wait for it to turn into a dry bone, so it waved the wings of the death sickle.
And at this moment, Chang Li was suddenly stripped from the underworld fire, leaving behind a scorched body, and the fresh new body was shot several miles away.
Zhu Minglang followed the past with his eyes, only to find that Chang Li suddenly turned into a spot of light, crossed the dark and vast sky and reached the horizon in an instant, appearing in those distant mountains and waves!
It's the golden cicada escaping its shell again!
It seems that this move is Hongtian Peak's escape method!
After shelling, Changli's speed was so fast that Zhu Minglang had no time for Nuwalong to restrain him. The opponent's ability was considered to be quite outstanding in escaping among the gods. After all, Zhu Minglang was killing in the dragon gate. He has experienced all kinds of gods, and even dealt with many unheard of supernatural powers.
Unfortunately, let him run away.
They said they wanted to destroy Hongtian Peak, but they were not able to behead their peak master. Although such a sweep can make people who sway Tianfeng more honest in recent years, but cutting grass can't get rid of the roots, Zhu Minglang always feels that it will be a bit uncomfortable. Comfortable.
The wings of Yan Wanglong's death sickle are still held in the air, and a black sinister air is lingering around its wing blades. The increasingly dark world seems to become narrow and small, but the wings of Yan Wanglong's death sickle are constantly moving. Huge and majestic...
Chang Li had already fled to the distant mountains, but every time he turned his head, he could see a sky-reaching sickle standing black in the sky behind him, the entire sky was covered and suppressed by it, and Chang Li No matter how fast it is and how far it has escaped, the standing sickle is still hanging behind it, and it has never been thrown away, let alone shrinking as it gets farther away.
Even, Chang Li felt that the death sickle wings were still expanding, stretching from the sky to behind him, so close at hand!