Scum of the Cultivation World Chapter 509: Wen Lanfeng vs Bi Changchun (4)
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Bi Changchun shuttles through the Jiangang like a phantom. Looking forward to Wen Lanfeng giving him a little surprise. However, after a long time of air consumption, Wen Lanfeng was only getting more and more tight, and the expected surprise did not appear again.
Bi Changchun sighed. It has been a long time since I met an opponent who can make myself entertained. It seems that the expectations for him are too high.
This disappointment, Wen Lanfeng couldn't bear it ...
Wen Lanfeng sadly found that he really overestimated himself. Bi Changchun has been evading, not being forced to take the time to shoot, but has not shot, it seems to be waiting for its maximum potential. Maybe he looked at this, so he lost interest and started to fight back.
Bi Changchun had his hands behind his back, and one of them came out, drawing a ghostly image with unpretentiousness.
The sound of "Dangdang" sounded, and the stabbing thorns of the forest could no longer be used freely. I saw Bi Changchun walking around in a leisurely walk in the meantime, and pointed out **** from time to time, clicking on the light and clean side of the passing Jiangang, making a clanging sound.
Wen Lanfeng suddenly felt his arms numb, and the waving Jiangang seemed to be subjected to tremendous resistance, and his speed gradually slowed down. The two had become fast and vague. He gradually revealed his real body in the air, and even the purple clothes and several women also saw the two men's moves.
"Not good!" Nongzhu screamed with Nan Ming's ancestor. The two of them can finally be sure that Bi Changchun has been draining water just now. Once shot, Wen Lanfeng will be hard to resist.
Bi Changchun's temper is not a matter of getting rid of bamboo, even Nanming's ancestor knows how much. Since this guy has decided to come true, Wen Lanfeng is afraid that he will be more aggressive.
When Nongzhu and Nanming ancestors were worried, a shocking scene appeared ...
The huge Jiangang is no longer entangled with Bi Changchun, and it is taken back. Don't look at Bi Changchun is just a little bit of a finger pointing east and west, but Wen Lanfeng really feels that he can't eat it anymore, and if he consumes it again, he must be exhausted.
The giant sword withdrew, and Wen Lanfeng held the hilt with both hands. With a "Yah", he quickly slashed towards Bi Changchun and gave a real blow. Needless to say, the speed and power of this sword has brought out the sound of "rumbling" wind and thunder.
Bi Changchun stood still in the air, and everyone else was startled. "Huh!" But he heard him snorting coldly like a vajra, and his tone was filled with extreme disdain.
This cold hum is a huge humiliation to Wen Lanfeng. Wen Lanfeng is full of grief and anger and nowhere to vent. Immediately he has done all the repairs and put it on the split sword.
The tremendous gigantic Jiangang threw the earth into the sky. Send a thunder blow ...
Just before the sword is coming, Bi Changchun does not know when he extended his hand again, no one can see when this hand was extended ...
The screaming voice came to an abrupt halt, and the giant swords were not moving ... not moving, but not moving. Bi Changchun stretched out **** and firmly clamped the chopped blade, allowing Wen Lanfeng to do his best to make a hack, and he couldn't make any further progress. The wrath of Thunder only subsides in the hands ...
Wen Lanfeng pressed his sword with both hands, his face flushed. Bi Changchun is wearing a pale green robe, and Qing Qing's face does not show any expression, one hand is behind the back, one hand stretches out **** to hold the huge sword ... This is the picture in the air today.
Which is stronger and weaker can tell at a glance that the people watching are so suffocated that they ca n’t even dare to breathe, so this scene is deeply imprinted in my mind ...
Fu Rong's mouth is so open that he can put an egg in, and his mind is blank ...
Ziyi hands clasped his hands on his chest, eyes full of little stars, it is worthy of being the old senior who has worshipped since he was a child, so perfect ...
Mu Niangzi ’s pious tribute paid a respectful tribute, and the punishment of the demon domain made the world invincible, otherwise how to deter thousands of Monster king and the ghost king ...
Nongzhu and Nanming ancestors swallowed hard, asking how many people in the world can block Wen Lanfeng's thunder blow, let alone such a perverted move as Bi Changchun. Actually use your fingers to clamp ...
It ’s almost beyond description. It was completely red Luo's naked contempt, and in an extremely disdainful gesture, he extended **** ...
The expression on Wen Lanfeng ’s face at this time can only be described with infinite grief and indignation. He collected his whole body and cultivated it into a sword, but was gently stopped by the other ’s two fingers. The previous fight was completely cat and mouse. . This is a hundred times more than the shame of a century ago! I ran confidently as soon as I stepped out of the game. It turned out to be a self-produced joke, a joke that slipped all over the world.
"Do you still think you are qualified to let me get the sword?" Bi Changchun asked with a sword in one hand.
"I lost!" Wen Lanfeng jumped out the three words with difficulty.
"Don't you want to try out the bottom line of my cultivation? You admit defeat so quickly?" Bi Changchun continued to forcefully ask: "Do you remember what I said?"
"What?" Wen Lanfeng asked somewhat blankly.
"The monk who cultivated above the **** stage, who breaks into the demon domain, dies!" Bi Changchun reminded coldly.
Wen Lanfeng's pupils shrank sharply. The bamboo shoot over there shocked: "Old Bi, don't be impulsive, there is something to say."
However, the current Bi Changchun can listen in and persuade, "Huh!" It is a clang that sings like a vajra. The fight was done without any hesitation, and the hand holding the sword was pushed by the speed of thunder.
Wen Lanfeng suddenly felt a majestic momentum counterattack with the sword, his hands could no longer hold the sword. With the sound of "Tom", the hilt of the sword hit his abdomen fiercely, and the ferocious energy poured directly into the limbs. "Poof!" Sigh of blood could not hold back.
"Old Bi, stop!" Nongzhu shouted madly. Several other people were shocked and speechless, the world's first master is about to kill someone ...
The **** of the Bi Changchun and the sword twisted, and the ‘Juyin’ sword, which was out of the hands of Wen Lanfeng, appeared in its original form, and the volley turned over and flew towards Shuntian Island.
The Bi Changchun in the air is clearly still in place, but in front of Wen Lanfeng, a Bi Changchun suddenly appeared ... Wen Lanfeng was shocked and was locked by such a master's gas machine. Fake, the body protects the body and spreads the air quickly.
Bi Changchun pointed out with two fingers. The little **** were very powerful, "bang" directly defeated the body protection qi, Wenlan wind was knocked down, and the sound of "poo" was another spit of blood.
Wen Lanfeng just flew a dozen meters, and Bi Changchun, who was chased all the way, came to the front again, and the third Bi Changchun appeared in the air. Wen Lanfeng can be described as dying and struggling, focusing on all cultivation and shooting in one palm ...
At this time, Wen Lanfeng has been seriously injured, and he has no ability to control his own fight. Yu Wei does not radiate. The violent momentum is shot with this palm, like the stormy waves rushing around.
"Not good!" Nan Ming's ancestors startled. A golden light flashed out of Storage Bag, and quickly spread out. I saw a thin golden net, covering the entire Suncheon Island.
The rolling shock wave was actually blocked by the golden net, and Suncheon Island was safe and sound. However, the Qianli Lake on this side is ups and downs.
Which Bi Changchun would put Wen Lanfeng's palm in his eyes, from finger punching, "booming" to the outright palm of Chinese Lanfeng. The latter's "pop" sound was another blood, his face was already pale, and the whole person flew back again.
The fourth Bi Changchun appears like a grim reaper, and the three phantoms behind him have not dissipated. One can imagine how fast. Then the palm of the fist turned directly to Wen Lanfeng's chest ...
Wen Lanfeng showed a grin on his face. After three consecutive thunderstorms with a hilt, a finger, and a punch, his body is extremely weak. Especially the last punch, which has dissipated the True Yuan in his body, has no resistance at all, and can only wait for death.
In fact, there are several people in this world who can withstand the three strikes of Bi Changchun. That is to say, Wen Lanfeng has such a profound cultivation ability to resist, and it has long been dead for someone else.
Wen Lanfeng grinned in relief, and could die in the hands of the world's first master. Seeing that Bi Changchun's grim face was approaching, he remembered the woman of unparalleled looks in Lingfang Valley ...
After I die, do you occasionally think of me? farewell. My favorite woman. The last thing I regret in this life is that I couldn't see you again before coming ... Wen Lanfeng's eyes gleamed with two drops of crystal clear liquid, and he still remembered Lu Yanqing before he died.
"Nan Ming, ** your 18th generation ancestor!" Nongzhu climbed up on the golden net and groaned in heaven, his hands pulling the golden net have been struck with blood.
He has already made preparations for the teleportation to be held in front of Wen Lanfeng at a critical moment. Presumably, Bi Changchun will not even kill him. As long as you win the opportunity, you are not afraid to save the wind, and you want to save Wen Lanfeng like that.
Whoever knows how to do everything, actually missed the golden net that Nan Ming's ancestor had laid to resist shock waves. Just when Bi Changchun punched, he teleported past, who would have been blocked by this treasure.
This treasure is the top-grade defensive spirit treasure made by the ancestors of Nanming. Even with the same spirit treasure, it is difficult to break, so he wanted to tear it with his hands.
"Master!" Ziyi exclaimed. She has never seen her master so sad. Fu Rong and Mu Niang were even more ignorant.
Nan Ming's ancestor was completely dumbfounded. He naturally understood what Zhuan Zhu wanted to do, but he was spoiled by himself ... A series of things happened in an instant, and everything was unpredictable.
"Ah ..." Nongzhu climbed on the Golden Net, but no one can stop Bi Changchun from shooting. No one can stop him ... No, there is another person, maybe he can ...
In the electric light flint, the words "Yue Qianchou" suddenly appeared in my mind. Bi Changchun's baby apprentice, this is the last hope, try it anyway, and can't wait to roar: "Yue Qianchou, stop, for Yue Qianchou, old, for Yue Qianchou you can't kill him, stop, stop ..."
I have to say that this sentence really prevented Bi Changchun from shooting it. At the last critical moment, the three words "Yue Qianchou" made Bi Changchun's hand pause, and the following words made him completely close.
It's too late, but it's actually fast, almost everything happens in a flash.
The three ghosts behind Bi Changchun gradually disappeared, and I stood quietly in the air with my hands closed. Let Wen Lanfeng "wow" into the Qianli Lake. Bi Changchun glanced coldly at the net crawling on the golden net like a crab, as if asking what he said just now?
Before Wen Lanfeng fell into the lake, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He also heard the words, and did not expect the name "Yue Qianchou" to make him lucky.
The icy lake water has drowned himself, and he has no energy to control himself. The three blows of Bi Changchun were too powerful, and the True Yuan in my body was shaken. Not to mention, the bone meridians are already injured. If you just take another shot with that palm, you do n’t have the slightest resistance.
The turquoise blue water dipped the blood from his floating body, and it spread away ...
Boss, whose eyes were glaring, made a cheer and jumped off the gold net, seemingly mad and lively.
"Oh! My mother!" Nan Ming's ancestor sighed weakly, finally relieved. Who knows this has caused trouble ...
"Wang Ba egg!" Nong Zhu roared and jumped over, grabbing his collar was a punch and kick. He shouted "Aoao" from Nan Ming's ancestors, but he didn't dare to fight back. After all, he was at fault first.
"God's day, have you played enough." Nan Ming ancestor roared and pushed him away.
"**! You haven't collected the broken net, do you think Wen Lanfeng was not killed, but drowned instead?" Nong Zhu shouted.
"Uh ..." Nan Ming's ancestor's anger instantly disappeared again.
"Still stupefied, I'll kill you bastard." Nongzhu rushed over again and was mad. All the women were dumbfounded. I did n’t expect that the masters of the gods were also human ... No, there was such a human aspect.
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, don't fight, don't fight, let me close the net." Nan Ming's ancestor drilled out of his fist and his face was covered with blood fingerprints, all of which were made of bamboo. Blood struck out when pulling the net.
The ancestor of the Ming Dynasty played a tactic. The gold net "wowed" was received over Suncheon Island, shrunk into a mass, and turned into golden light and shot into his Storage Bag.
Nongzhu did n’t have time to care about anything with him. He instantly reached the bottom of Bi Changchun and looked up and smirked at Bi Changchun. Then he went to the lake, grabbed Wen Lanfeng who was giggling at him, and after seeing it, he snapped twice. He raised his hand and appreciated Wen Lanfeng's two big ears.
Then he mentioned that he quickly flew to Suncheon Island, the person just dropped, and several others also leaned over.
"It ’s good if you do n’t die, or you do n’t die, or Nanming will feel guilty for a lifetime." Nanming's ancestor reassured. Palm pressed gently on Wen Lanfeng's chest to check his injury, and silently exhaled a little, exhaling: "True Yuan collapsed, meridians and bones were all injured. Fortunately, you have a good foundation, and you have changed the average person. It should be recoverable. "
For the rest of his life, Wen Lanfeng was also secretly thankful. He looked at the blood fingerprints on Nan Ming ’s ancestor's face and gave a thoughtful smile. As a result, he was grabbing him again, and "snapping" was two big-eared scrapers pulling away, scolding: "smirk? You laughed ass, didn't kill you, are you happy? You *** no I die, but I want to wipe your buttocks, **! I already knew that you were free to die. "