Chapter 1127 Riding a White Horse

The speed of the arrow was unbelievably fast, and it was impossible to avoid it now. Pei Junlin sat on the horse with a heavy waist and suddenly let out a loud shout and punched out.

This punch, together with the power of Pei Junlin's own thousand-headed dragon, and the increase of Yuan Magnetic Divine Light, instantly reached the power of three thousand dragons.

It exploded in mid-air, and a golden mushroom cloud rose.

Pei Junlin took half a step back, a trace of bright red blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. His face was a little panicked, as if he hadn't thought that this arrow would be so powerful, and the power of the three thousand dragons could match the opponent to a tie.

The strong men who came all around were also completely shocked, staring blankly at Pei Junlin who was hiding in the black mist, and none of them knew what to say.

Everyone felt the berserk energy fluctuation just now, and many people thought they could never bear the berserk power. Even on the edge of the explosion just now, many people were injured. Their bodies were broken, and some people lost their fighting spirit and fled far away.

Some people were downcast, their confidence was completely blown away, and they couldn't even resist the aftermath of their battles. This made many strong people who came here to compete for treasures completely lose their confidence.

"Who is this guy in the black mist? Is he a human race or a monster race? Why is he so strong?" Countless strong men had a question in their hearts, and thousands of eyes were fixed on Pei Junlin.

At this time, Pei Junlin's eyes were fixed on a young man in pale gold clothes in the distance. The man straddled a white horse and held a golden bow and arrow in his hand.

The white horse's four hooves were shining in the air, and the man straddled the white horse like a general who came out of ancient time and space. He was wearing pale golden scale armor and held a long knife in his hand.

Pei Junlin was sure that the feathered arrow just now came from this person, and the strength of the arrow might not be resisted by many people. As for Pei Junlin, the feathered arrow just now was exhausted with all his strength, one can imagine the horror of that feathered arrow.

"Another strong man, who is this man?" Someone asked.

Some old men among the resuscitated strong men had golden eyes, and recognized the young man on a white horse, and at the same time showed a look of horror on their faces.

"It turned out to be him, even he has been revived!" A revived strong man whispered.

More young resuscitated strong men didn't know this person, but they were frightened by the powerful aura of the young man in white, and dared not say more.

"White-clothed general Xue Pingchuan." Someone whispered, and read out the name of the white-clothed young man.

When someone heard this name, their eyes widened suddenly as if they couldn't believe it. You must know that in the ancient times, the name of this general in white was resounding throughout the ancient times.

At that time, this white-clothed general was a great genius, but later there were rumors that the white-clothed general disappeared during the battle with the foreign demon clan.

But no one thought that when the spirit energy revived for the third time, the general in white would come out of the mountain again and appear in front of everyone.

Pei Junlin and Xue Pingchuan, the god general in white, met each other's eyes, and they both felt the other's powerful temperament. The god general in white pinched the white horse's belly lightly, and the white horse sprinted towards Pei Junlin.

"The white clothes were stained with the blood of the common people, worthy of the head of the youth at that time."

Xue Pingchuan, the general in white, whispered and read obscure lines. It seems to be nostalgic for the past, and the eyes are full of memories.

Wherever he passed, he swung a big knife in his hand, and one by one the monsters were cut in half. Even some gods and goddesses of the monster clan are not his all-in-one enemies. The long knives in their hands exude azure blue light, and each knife has the power to open mountains.

Even Pei Junlin felt trembling when he saw Xue Pingchuan, the god general in white. It was a feeling of blood boiling.

Although the general in white wanted to shoot himself before, Pei Junlin didn't hate him.

White clothes are better than snow, white horses and silver guns. This general in white clothes almost fits the characteristics of all young heroes. Even Pei Junlin has to admire this person in his heart.

It is said that this person was also a fierce general who fought against the Yaozu in ancient times, and the heads of the Yaozu who had been killed were rolling.

Facing such a heroic character, Pei Junlin didn't want to confront the opponent with swords and swords. Even if the opponent took the lead, Pei Junlin only destroyed the feather arrow and did not attack directly.

"Who is this person?" The son of the peacock clan had a surprised look on his face.

The other monster races looked even more panicked, already terrified of being killed by this general in white. The Mo knife in the opponent's hand is simply a machine for harvesting human lives.

Wherever he went, people turned their backs on their backs, and they only picked monsters to attack, and never encountered a single enemy.

Watching some Yaozu people turn their backs on their backs and be cut off their horses, those potential Yaozu people can't stand it anymore. At this time, the treasure in Xiaogushan is about to erupt, and many people are already like sharp arrows stretched on the string.

Even some lurking powerhouses showed their figures at this time, no longer hiding their deep feelings.

There was a dragon chant in midair, and a giant dragon covered in black scales descended from the sky. The dragon's figure shrank sharply, turning into a man in black robe, with long blood-red hair hanging on his shoulders, this man looked extremely wild.

"Dragon clan fights dragons, everyone else waits to get out of the way." The black-robed man's eyes scanned the audience like a falcon.

In the end, his eyes fell on Xue Pingchuan, the general in white. A sinister smile appeared on Long Zhan's face, and he suddenly let out a roar, and the phantom of a giant dragon appeared behind him.

A sledgehammer-shaped weapon appeared in his hands. Pei Junlin recognized this weapon as the Eight-edged Plum Blossom Bright Silver Hammer. Like those legendary Mo knives, they are all weapons of war. In the era of cold weapons, this kind of weapon is almost invincible.

Mo Dao specializes in horse stations, killing countless people, almost like a head harvester. And this eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer is the nightmare of some heavily armored generals.

Pei Junlin did not expect that such a strong man would appear in this dragon clan. Pei Junlin hadn't seen any movement from the Dragon Clan these days, and suddenly a man named Long Zhan came. The breath is soaring, although he has not broken through the realm of the true god, but there is only a thin line between him and the real realm.

The eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer in his hand shone with dazzling silver light.

"Guy in white clothes and riding a white horse, today I will beat you to death." The dragon Zhan showed his eerie white teeth.

The voice roared like a gust of wind, rushing towards the white-robed general Xue Pingchuan. The two masters met in mid-air, and the strange weapons burst out with shocking light.

In the battle between two masters, even the bystanders kept away from it, fearing that they would be affected.

The two of them were so tough that they completely overwhelmed the light of Pei Junlin hidden in the black mist before, so that no one paid attention to Pei Junlin in this short period of time.

Last year, today I came to compete for the treasure of that small lonely mountain, not for a show. The more no one paid attention, the happier Pei Junlin was.

Hiding in a corner, watching the battle between Xue Pingchuan and Long Zhan with shocking eyes, the battle between these two powerhouses can almost be called an art.

Especially those Ping Chuan, his record is astonishing, simple and unpretentious, the Mo Dao in his hand exudes the blood of today, every cut is crisp and sharp, pointing directly at the enemy's throat.

As for the dragon battle of the dragon clan, Pei Junlin was also shocked. This dragon ball can really produce the combat effectiveness of this dragon fight, and it can be ranked first among the dragon clan that Pei Junlin has seen.

Although this person's strength is not as strong as that of Xue Pingchuan, but his combat skills are astonishing, especially the eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer in his hand, which seems to have a natural restraint against Mo Dao.

This heavy cold weapon is naturally restrained against such a sharp long knife. Several times, Xue Pingchuan had the chance to kill Long Zhan, but in the end he was directly blocked by the eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer.

Tie Pingjun also found that Long Zhan is very influential. He is not as skilled as others, but he can always take the lead because this person is so tricky, and the eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer in his hand is even more powerful. He took advantage of the breeding farm and aimed at the white horse under Xue Pingchuan's crotch every time.

The thief first captures the king and shoots, and the man shoots the horse first, but this dragon battle is really too unkind. Every time his eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer aimed at the horse's position, it was very embarrassing.

And that Xue Pingchuan was attacked by Long Zhan several times, and after the white horse let out an angry roar, his whole body exuded a dazzling divine light.

Suddenly, that Xue Pingchuan let out a roar, the long knife in his hand was shining with golden light, he kept waving the Mo knife, and wrote a big bloody character in mid-air.

That is a beheaded word!

The word landed from mid-air, instantly trapping Long Zhan. Realizing that he could not escape this character, Long Zhan let out an uneasy roar when he was trapped, and the octagonal silver hammer in his hand emitted the fluorescence of the subtitles, and suddenly oscillated towards the surroundings.

Pei Junlin also paid attention to this topic. He knew that in ancient times there was a secret method of saying words. I just didn't expect Xue Pingchuan in front of me to be proficient in this kind of secret technique, which is really amazing.

According to the legend, if this self finally fell on the dragon warrior, Long Zhan would be beheaded by a dark force immediately.

But in the end, this bloody Zhanzi was directly destroyed by the eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammer.

But even though he remembered Xue Pingchuan's move, Long Zhan had already started to retreat, and he was at a disadvantage several times. If he continued like this, he would be completely beheaded by Xue Pingchuan soon.

Knowing that he was not his opponent, Long Zhan turned around and ran away. He turned into a pitch-black dragon and flew into the clouds, wanting to leave this world.

However, Xue Pingchuan did not intend to let this evil dragon go. He took out the bow and arrow from his back, and only for a moment when he stuck the bow and set the arrow, he heard a swish sound and a huge golden energy shot up into the sky. The golden sword It was wrapped in a glaring golden light, directly rushed to Yunchong and shot through Long Zhan's body with an arrow.

The dragon let out a today's roar, and his body was pierced between the arrows.