The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 779: Great melee
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With a loud noise, Zhuo Fan’s long sword collided fiercely with the spirit soldiers of the four elders. The four spirit soldiers were all shattered and flying, but Zhuo Fan was also tolerated because of the powerful impact from above. He couldn't help but spit out a big mouthful of red blood, even with fine internal organs in the blood.
Elder Baihe looked into the distance and felt overjoyed: "Hahaha...Is this kid unable to transfer in an instant? Of the three roads, he actually chose the fastest way to die. He has already planned to give up resistance. Right."
"But that's okay, this guy guesses that all his internal organs have been shattered, and he won't be able to use the sword anymore. Next, only the old man will break your dragon soul with one punch!"
The heart is ecstatic, and the eyes of the elder Baihe are excited, and the fist that has been raised high, no longer presses the force that Nai can't give out, and slams it down.
The gurgling purple thunder kept hitting his body, but it still couldn't stop his unmatched punch!
Boom!
A magnificent loud noise immediately resounded through Qiongxiao, and the elder Baihe’s mouth was full of evil, with a stern smile in his eyes, he looked at the trembling dragon body below, and murmured: "Now, you It's time to collapse, Heavenly Dragon Soul!"
Huh!
The black thick ink dyed the dragon body again, and the purple dragon was only a moment's effort. It had already turned black completely, with a wailing, and a long roar!
"Hehehe...So that's it, the Demon Dragon King who turned into a resistance at the critical moment dissipated most of the strength of the old man?" The brow raised involuntarily, and the elder Baihe immediately sneered: "But what about this? Even if the old man’s remaining strength is enough to shock you. The shape of your dragon soul is constantly changing, and the only remarkable thing you do is to give you a little more chance to survive and live longer. That's it, but the result will not change. After the old man makes a few more punches, you will undoubtedly die!"
Speaking like this, the elder Baihe just wanted to raise his fist again, but he was suddenly stagnant, and found that his punch was completely surrounded by black air, just like the previous beheaded elder. It sucked.
He curled his mouth in disdain, and Elder Baihe grinned, and his body shook immediately. The powerful momentum shattered all the black energy around him, and the iron fist was constantly pulling out: "Huh, dying to struggle! Zhuo Fan , Your physical body is no longer usable now, and the magical powers that you want to move instantaneously are also useless. The suction power of your dragon body can only hold us for a second or two. If you cooperate with your physical body, it may be able to cause us. Threatening, but you, who only have the soul, are absolutely impossible to come back again, give up your heart..."
"Elder Baihe!"
However, before his voice fell, a scream came suddenly from a distance. As soon as Baihe heard it, he knew it was the four elders. He couldn't help but look up and wondered: "What's the matter?"
"I...our spirit soldier...is not broken!" An elder raised his spirit soldier in disbelief and shouted.
The pupils couldn't help shrinking, Bai He was shocked, and looked at it again, but only to see that the four elders in the distance were all holding their own psychic soldiers inexplicably, but in front of them, Zhuo Fan The body that was constantly vomiting blood was indeed falling down slowly, and the magic sword in his hand exuded an evil light, which was indeed correct.
This...what is going on?
If the spirit soldiers of the four elders were not damaged, it means that their weapons did not collide with the magic sword, but since they did not collide, why Zhuo Fan was shaken to death by the impact, leaving only A dragon's soul remains?
Elder Baihe couldn't understand, he was confused!
However, at this moment, a hum of spatial fluctuations sounded, and a strong killing intent suddenly struck behind him.
He felt a shock in his heart. Baihe was horrified. He wanted to dodge quickly, but he just seemed to have just discovered it. One of his fists was still firmly sucked on the Devil Dragon King, although this suction can only hold him down. Only two seconds.
But in this second, he has already felt the approach of death!
Puff!
A muffled sound was heard, and with the dripping blood pouring, the body of the elder Baihe was amputated by the lazy waist, but his eyes were full of surprise and doubt.
"It's being counted..."
His lips trembled slightly. While he was dying, the elder Baihe turned his head with difficulty, but was facing Zhuo Fan’s indifferent eyes and the corners of the **** mouth, and asked the last question in his life:" What is going on...?"
Cough cough cough!
After coughing a few times, Zhuo Fan’s mouth was full of blood, but his expression was very indifferent, and he said coldly: "You are cautious enough, but people who are more cautious will still show their arrogance at the moment of victory. Flaws. And I just made you think you won!"
The eyelids trembled slightly, and the elder Baihe glanced at the shadow of Zhuo Fan floating in the air in the distance, and then at the person beside Zhuo Fan at this time, his eyes were still confused.
Here... how come there are two Zhuo Fans?
"Hehehe...Ignorance is a sin. You haven't figured out all of Lao Tzu's ability yet!"
A contemptuous arc crossed the corner of his mouth, and the three golden halos in Zhuo Fan's right pupil glowed: "The third stage of the Kongming God pupil, the phantom sky, the mirage!"
Huh!
As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Fan, who was holding a magic sword in his hand and vomiting blood, disappeared in an instant. Only Zhuo Fan standing next to Baihe, with an abusive smile on his mouth, looked far away. The four elders.
Illusions!
In an instant, everyone understood everything. It turned out that Zhuo Fan knew that even if he teleported to Elder Baihe, he might not be able to kill him, so he could use the dragon soul as bait to lure him into a stature.
But with the lessons learned from the previous elder, how could Bai He be easily fooled?
So Zhuo Fan created an illusion, making Bai He think that Zhuo Fan's physical body was defeated and could no longer be used, and he was very relieved to attack his spirit.
Originally, this illusion was easy to dismantle. The four elders realized that their spirit soldiers collided with the magic sword, but no force came from them, and they already realized the strangeness.
But where did the elder Baihe know this? He can only see it with his eyes. Seeing that the big event was done, naturally I couldn't wait to make a move. It was the eagerness of this moment that Zhuo Fan caught the elder's handle again and immediately killed him!
Knowing everything in his heart, the elder Baihe also ushered in his death, his eyes were empty, and his life was completely lost. The corpse was split in half and fell straight down, facing the loess, but his eyes were It is always difficult to close.
Who would have thought that a master of soul fusion would die in such a wasteful manner? Especially the Elder Baihe, it’s even more difficult to accept...
The fourth...
The heart trembled unconsciously. The four remaining elders looked at Zhuo Fan’s gasping figure from afar, and vomited two mouthfuls of blood from time to time, but their legs trembled with fright, and they couldn’t help backing back. go!
A kid who could not transform the virtual realm, surrounded by heavy surroundings, killed a strong soul-melting man, that may be a miracle; killing two, it happened to be an accident; but when he killed three, he Can no longer let any master sit and wait for death.
But now, he has killed four, that can only prove that he really has such strength!
For a while, even the four elders were trembling, unable to look directly at the ferocious gaze, and shouting in their hearts.
Who is this person sacred?
However, after all, the four are also strong men who have practiced for many years. After a brief shock, they soon calmed down and gritted their teeth with hatred.
They are soul-melting masters, and they were killed four people in a row by a magical kid. What makes sense?
"Give it to me, give it all to me, there is no division of labor, as long as you kill this kid, it doesn't matter what you pay!"
Finally, after damaging the four generals, even these elders became crazy. With a roar, they rushed towards Zhuo Fan. The rest of the imaginary cultivators all waved their flags and shouted tightly. Keep up.
Zhao Dezhu was the first to bear the brunt, with blood red in his eyes. In this battle, he asked the sect to take action. As a result, he lost four elders. If he still couldn't take down the culprit, he would no longer be able to return to the sect to take his orders!
Zhuo Fan coldly watched the mountain swarming crowds rushing towards him, as if to submerge him, realizing that the magic sword in his hand was tight, he took a deep breath, and calmed himself down. Body shape, gritted his teeth, dragged his seriously injured body and rushed up.
Suddenly, from ancient times to the present, I am afraid that it has never happened before. Hundreds of masters surrounded and beat a low-level cultivator. Moreover, this melee was beaten in darkness and extremely heroic.
Originally, if the Heaven and Earth Justice Sect and his party continue the organized siege, the loss may not be that big, but now it is different. A melee is doomed to death and injury!
A group of imaginary cultivators brainlessly released their souls and rushed towards Zhuo Fan. Zhuo Fan's Azure Dragon King took a mouthful of dragon flames, which immediately burned to death a lot.
But there are still endless souls rushing through the thunder flame and hitting the dragon soul.
With a scream, Zhuo Fan couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of red blood, his eyes turned black, and he was about to faint, but when he thought of the beautiful woman behind him, he bit his tongue and woke up again.
The Purple Dragon King immediately transformed his figure into a Demon Dragon King, absorbing the force of these divine and soul collisions, and then turned into the Vigorous Crimson Dragon King. With a flick of the dragon's tail, dozens of divine souls were immediately killed.
In this way, Zhuo Fan's dragon soul kept changing, in response to the impact of the soul, the soul of one vote fell like a bird that swept through the storm, screaming and wailing resounded across the sky.
And the dragon soul is also in this wave of collisions, all over his body is bruised, roaring constantly!
On the other hand, Zhuo Fan resisted the collision brought by the spirit and rushed into the enemy group. With the magic sword in his hand, he saw the gods kill the gods and the Buddha killed the Buddha, his eyes were already red. Wherever he looked, he was hacking and slashing.
Suddenly, another cultivator falls down, and there is no more chance of surviving!
The four elders, holding spirit soldiers in their hands, rushed forward and formed a group with Zhuo Fan. Zhuo Fan's Demon Sword is fierce, and the four elders are raging, they have fought for more than a hundred rounds, and no one can do anything.
The sharpness of the magic sword forced the elders to retreat step by step, and the evil sword light flashed across, but it caused dozens of virtual powerhouses around to lie down with their guns. Zhuo Fan and the elders were fighting. It can be approached, and wherever the five-man combat power can reach, there is greatness everywhere!
This is no longer a capture and annihilation that has already been trapped, but has evolved into a war, a war of more than 500 people against one person, a melee...