Chapter 877 Bloody Jeolla Road (20)

"You are a monster of the Ming Dynasty."

There are no ups and downs in Yoshihiro Shimadzu's words, but a statement of facts.

Hearing this, Lu Li was noncommittal.

Because the old guy in front of him guessed wrong again, and he didn't want to reveal his identity, so he simply made a mistake and took care of the elderly.

"It's obviously a lot of age, but I still have to travel across the ocean to kill people on purpose. I'm so angry."

"However, the dead are not angry, I will help you."

Zhu Yan's voice was like thunder.

If it were young people like Shimadzu Tadahiro and Shimadzu Toyohisa, they would definitely retort, but Satsuma's ghost would not. He waved silently and took back Koikawa Kunihiro who released Fudo Myo.

Then, in front of Lu Li, half of his arm was cut off, because it was stained with the real fire of samadhi. If he hadn't used the spell attached to the armor in time to seal that area, his whole body would have been burned to ashes.

Judging from the experience of the first expedition to the peninsula, Oni Shimadzu concluded that the fire and water compatible monster in front of him came from the more distant Ming Dynasty.

Otherwise, why is it so strange?

You know, when they invaded the peninsula for the first time, their footprints almost covered this country. If it was really conceived here, it is absolutely impossible to be ignored.

It has to be said that once the general direction is wrong, you will not be able to stop halfway.

Who would have thought that he would transform into the water god of ancient Qi for a while, and the demon of Zhu Yan for a while, but his real identity is actually the commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty in Nanyuan City.

Of course, Lu Li, who burst out with two layers of vests, definitely had no reason to let the enemy go.

Divine light flickered.

The already exaggerated stature skyrocketed, giving birth to three heads and six arms.

Peach Blossom Sword, Geng Gold Shield, Dementor Bell, Iron Horse Halberd, Dragon-patterned Yanling Saber, Chilian Bronze Mace, six kinds of weapons, either bloom evil spirit, or shoot auspicious light, or mysterious and restrained.

Among them, the Geng Golden Shield and the Dementor Bell are taken from the treasure house of the old demon in Montenegro, and the treasure house of the old demon is inherited from the king of Biancheng in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story.

The Dragon-patterned Yanling Saber was originally given to the Lu family by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. It first absorbed the underground royal spirit of Jinling, and then sneaked into the Dragon Palace to complete the transformation with the blood left by the dragon god of the previous generation. , nourished by new vitality, has been promoted to an incredible level.

The red copper mace was forged by Lu Li himself. He used the red copper essence taken from the treasure house of the Nether Palace and fired it with the real fire of Samadhi. It went through many ups and downs and twists and turns before it was refined. It is extremely strong and has a blessing effect on the real fire of Samadhi. .

The same is true for the iron horse halberd. The original weapon is used as the rough embryo, and on this basis, various divine materials are continuously added, individually forged, and finally reborn.

As for the Peach Blossom Sword, it was produced by Gao Dahua, Journey to the West. It was originally the property of Fairy Zixia, and it was handed over to the eldest disciple Chun Sanniang, one male and one female, and now the male sword is in Lu Li's hands.

When he unconsciously entered the double-headed and four-armed form for the first time, Lu Li could only hold a wooden stick to fight against the enemy. He had to concentrate on using the touch of stone to prevent the weapon from breaking due to the struggle.

Afterwards, he expressed his envy to Nezha, who was born in the second generation of immortals.

Nowadays, not only do you not have to envy others, lamenting that you have no tone of hand, but you are also envied by others.

Looking up at the horrifying alien ape that looked like an ancient monster, Shimadzu Yoshihiro suspected that it was not some great Ming monster, but a god.

Counting the past and present for three thousand years, who can master so many magical weapons?

"You can stay in Suxingling. It has beautiful mountains, rivers and scenery. It is an excellent burial place."

As the sun shines, the real fire of samadhi enveloping the whole body becomes more miraculous, and Zhu Yan's eyes are full of indifference and arrogance, as if everything in the world is being trampled under his feet.

clang!

Six magic weapons fell at the same time.

In particular, the soul-destroying clock seems to be light and agile, but in fact it is heavy. The moment it fell, it released bursts of sound waves, which were breathtaking and disturbed one's consciousness.

Oni Shimadzu lost his mind for a moment, which was very fatal. The demon god evolved from it held out the famous Japanese sword Di Chuan Kunihiro, trying to block the magic soldier.

Not to mention that a few of them are even more miraculous than it, even if they are fighting at the same level, if a total of six weapons are smashed down together, they can still shatter them.

Vaguely, Juchuan Guoguang made a loud noise, and streamers overflowed.

The energy generated by the collision of the seven weapons surged like a tide, surging in all directions. Mountains collapsed one after another, and the mountain god who presided over the general situation of the mountains in the distance was speechless.

Oni Shimazu's body lost control along with the phantom of the demon god, and retreated backward.

Teng! Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng!

Every step he took on the rocks would splash bottomless cracks, the rocks were broken, and the dust rose. When he came back to his senses, he felt numbness in his arms and throbbing in his temples.

That bell is really weird, especially when it is so close, it can interfere with one's mind, even if it is only for a moment, it is enough to be fatal.

Moreover, the other five weapons are not necessarily weaker than it. Shimadzu Yoshihiro looked at Wakizashi in his hand, and there were five cracks in Horikawa Kunihiro, one of the top ten famous swords in Japan.

A mournful sound came from it.

clang!

The iron horse halberd sank vigorously, chopping down horizontally.

Amidst the rumbling sound, Oni Shimadzu's legs sank into the rocks, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the Chilian Bronze Mace and the Dragon-patterned Yanling Saber came from both sides.

In addition, the Geng Golden Shield fell in the middle, like an iron halberd, and hit Chuan Guoguang again.

Fighting at the same level, with four more arms and five magical weapons than the opponent, he directly achieved a qualitative leap and beat the old devil.

Take advantage of him and kill him!

It was hard to trick this guy out of the army, and he must not be let back. Once he is connected with the military formation, the chances of killing him again are extremely slim.

Therefore, after the copper mace and the Yanling knife cut the phantom of the old ghost from the side, a strange light burst out immediately, and the peach blossom sword also cut off the head.

A sense of crisis permeated the whole body.

"Ikezao!"

Yoshihiro Shimadzu roared loudly, as if he had recovered from his prime, unwilling to fall into a passive position, he used some kind of secret method to increase his strength by more than 30%, rounded his samurai sword, and blocked left and right.

Clank clang clang...the divine soldiers collided continuously, and countless strange lights rose, and the top of the mountain turned into a valley. Yoshihiro Shimadzu, who was on the offensive, got slower and slower.

The old guy was at the end of his strength, and after fighting hundreds of moves, his arms had already started to weaken, showing signs of weakness.

Boom!

The Geng Golden Shield fell heavily and hit the Japanese sword digging Chuan Guoguang, which became the last straw that broke the camel's back. I saw the stream of light overflowing, and this handed down weapon completely disappeared in the world.

Shimadzu Yoshihiro was horrified, and instinctively dodged, his speed was unparalleled in the world.

However, he hastily changed his moves and lost the magical weapon in his hand. How could he escape the attack from the six arms? He only felt a pain in his left arm, and then his right arm, left leg, and right leg.

Satsuma daimyo turned into a stick.

brush!

The Peach Blossom Sword swept across.

A head soared into the sky.

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