Chapter 686 Violent Killing

The tyrant Beamon is wild and unparalleled, fierce and constantly attacking, and absolute power has a time limit. It has been used for nearly ten minutes before, and now it is reopened, the remaining time is only about twenty minutes, and it must be divided within these twenty minutes. win or lose.

An Sheng did not attack the monk-clothed skeleton with the tyrant Beamon. He kept watching, as if observing and looking for opportunities.

Zhou Wen fought with Garuda, the dragon wings vibrated behind him, two halberds besieged from left and right, and the golden tyrant sword in his hand kept cutting out the golden sword glow.

But the speed of the Garuda was so fast that Zhou Wen's vision couldn't keep up with its movements. Before he could see what was going on, he heard a click, and a golden halberd was caught by its claws. Stop, under the force of the sharp claws, the Golden God of War Halberd immediately broke several sections.

Zhou Wen didn't have time to grieve for the death of the Golden War God Halberd, so he maximized the speed of the flying immortals outside the sky and quickly fled into the distance.

If the tyrant Beamon is absolute power, then such a Garuda is absolute speed, and Zhou Wen has not been flying for long before it has caught up.

Zhou Wen didn't even think about it, the pupil mirror in his eyes condensed a strange brilliance, making one of Zhou Wen's eyes seem to have turned into a mirror, looking at the Garuda.

The Garuda seemed to be aware of the danger, and the mysterious ancient secret text on its wings flickered, and it disappeared from Zhou Wen's sight like that.

Bang!

Zhou Wen only felt like he was hit hard on his back, his body hit the ground like a meteor, knocking a big hole out of a palace made of gold.

The Garuda is more fierce and mighty, and with a flash, he grabbed another golden halberd flying in the air, and instantly cut it into several segments.

Zhou Wen got up from the ground and only felt unbearable pain on his body, but he was not seriously injured, and the avatar that was placed close to him had already shattered into ashes.

"Fortunately, I brought a surrogate to save my life. If I knew this earlier, I should have drawn a few more pictures." Zhou Wen was secretly shocked. If he didn't have a surrogate to save his life, even if he didn't die, the six-wing guardian dragon would be dead.

It's a pity that the avatar is too difficult to draw. Success or failure depends on fate. Zhou Wen painted so many pictures, and Fuzhi succeeded in this one.

Later, I drew a lot of pictures, but none of them were successful, so Zhou Wen was a little impatient to draw again.

After Garuda grabbed the Golden War God Halberd, a pair of bloody and cold eyes looked into the hole in the palace, the wings vibrated again, and the figure disappeared instantly.

"Fuck your sister." Zhou Wen's heart throbbed, goosebumps arose. Knowing that the danger was approaching, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and summoned Zhulong's young son.

The huge body of Zhulong's young son appeared, which directly exploded the palace, raising his head and glaring at the sky.

Zhou Wen stood on top of its head, looked around with the ability to listen to the earrings, and found that the Garuda had fled into the sky, obviously because of the appearance of the candle dragon.

But it was only for a moment, and the Garuda became fierce again. With a flick of its wings, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared, and its movement trajectory was not visible at all.

"Candle Dragon!" Zhou Wen called out.

In fact, without Zhou Wen's order, the candle dragon has already moved. I saw that the scales on its body converged like eyelids, and rows of candle dragon eyes appeared on the whole body. It was its realm king change.

Countless candle dragon eyes use the hole candle vision at the same time, just like countless mirrors are opened at the same time.

Suddenly, Zhou Wen felt something different, and when he turned around, he saw that behind the candle dragon, the golden-winged bird appeared, with golden light all over his body flashing like a thunderbolt, his wings fluttering wildly, and his face was full of horror. It seems to be contending with some invisible force of terror.

But only after struggling twice, the figure suddenly disappeared.

Zhou Wen saw in some eyes behind the candle dragon,

The figure of Garuda appeared, struggled and tossed inside, and disappeared after a while.

The candle hole vision converged and exited the state of being transformed from the realm.

Zhou Wen quickly took Zhulong's young son back, and he must not let it take a risk. This is Zhou Wen's most powerful killer at present.

"It's a big loss." Zhou Wen felt a little distressed.

I originally wanted to try it out and see if I could find a chance to kill the Garuda, but I ended up losing a double amulet and two golden halberds.

Although Dongzhu Vision is powerful, after killing the opponent, nothing will be left. This is too deadly, and Zhou Wen is not willing to use this skill unless it is a last resort.

On the other side, the tyrant Beamon kept bombarding the monk-clothed skeletons, and the powerful force defeated the monk-clothed skeletons, and the bones were broken.

However, the golden light on its body burns like flames, but it makes its body seem like an immortal body. It will recover immediately after being injured. Although the tyrant Beamon has the upper hand, he has never been able to kill it.

"Is the time limit for absolute power coming soon?" Zhou Wen calculated the time, and there were about ten minutes left, but looking at the current situation, in ten minutes, the tyrant Beamon might not be able to kill the monk-clothed skeleton.

Suddenly, An Sheng, who had been watching from the side, pressed his palm on the ground and disappeared like a ghost.

At this time, the tyrant Beamon punched the monk-clothed skeleton back a few steps, and his body staggered.

An Sheng strangely got out of the ground behind the monk's skeleton, jumped up, and pointed his finger on the back of the monk's skeleton's head like a poisonous scorpion's tail needle.

A mysterious character was printed on the back of the skull of the monk's clothes. Zhou Wen recognized it as a shocking character, which seemed to be one of the abilities of a love letter.

Bang!

The crystals in the eye sockets of the monk's clothes were actually shaken by An Sheng's finger, and flew out and landed on the ground.

The golden flames on the monk-clothed skeleton disappeared immediately, the tyrant Beamon's attack had already followed, and the monk-clothed skeleton raised his fists in a panic.

Click!

Without the blessing of the crystal, the hand bones of the monk's skeleton were directly smashed by the tyrant Beamon, and his body staggered back.

The berserk tyrant Beamon punched punch after punch, brutally bombarding the monk-clothed skeleton, and with just a few punches, the fist bones of the monk-clothed skeleton were smashed into pieces.

The skeleton in the monk's clothes was shaken to the ground, and the tyrant Beamon pressed one paw on its sternum, and slammed the skull with one paw. After a few punches, the skull of the monk's clothes was smashed.

The berserk tyrant Beamon lifted the broken body of the monk's skeleton with one hand, put it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, and swallowed it.

"Big brother... You are here to see if there are any companion eggs left..." Zhou Wen was a little speechless, what kind of pets are these, kill them and swallow them directly, leaving nothing.

But he swallowed it all, and he couldn't spit it out. Zhou Wen could only run over quickly and pick up the crystal that An Sheng shook out of the eye socket of the monk's skeleton.