Chapter 967 Half Finger
Chapter 967 Half Finger
"Come! Kill!"
The long roar that pierced gold and split rocks pierced through the flaming clouds in the sky. A strong wind suddenly blew up in the forest, sending sand and rocks flying. The little mirage dragon was blown aside by the air flow and clung to a branch, swaying.
The man asked, "Many soldiers have died or suffered a loss, but the general has never come down to ask about it. Why is he the only one who is mourning?"
He replied, "This man is brave and has great ambitions. He will surely gain wealth and honor. How can he be treated as a lowly person?"
open!
dragon!
象！
Martial Saint!
Martial Saint!
Martial Saint!
Kill the Martial Saint!
Click click click.
His five fingers clenched the gun barrel tightly, and his veins bulged like snakes.
Without saying a word, Liang Qu closed his eyes, curled up and crouched low. Under the astonished and confused looks on by tens of thousands of people on the floating steps, he leaped out from over the head of Canglong like a leopard!
Boom!
White waves exploded, as vast as clouds hanging from the sky. At this moment, there were thunders in the sky and on the ground at the same time!
"A real fight! A real fight!"
"The battle between Lord Xingyi and the Dragon Elephant King!"
"This is a battle between two powerful men, this is a battle between two powerful men!"
At this moment, both temples were shaken.
Inside and outside the holy land, peddlers, martial artists, and even court officials were all moved!
The strong wind blowing in the face could not extinguish the fire in the heart. The fiery clouds pierced by the long howl boiled and surged, and suddenly condensed into lead-gray dark clouds, which gathered again and covered the sky and the sun!
The clouds rolled, the wind and rain moved, and a man swooped down. The horrible airflow tore at his spiritual clothes, causing them to break into pieces. The strips of cloth tied around his waist danced wildly. At this moment, both of them were shirtless!
The muscles in his lower abdomen rise and fall like the gills of a fish as it breathes.
What a well-tempered body!
A round stone shield stood on the ground, indestructible; a sharp divine sword fell from the sky, piercing down like lightning.
Everyone opened their eyes wide, looking at this once-in-a-century event with almost greed. Inside the temple, the Zhentong disciples from all over the place ignored etiquette and immediately jumped to the highest point nearby to concentrate on studying.
Zheng!
The dragon head of Fu Bo twisted into a tiger head.
Liang Qu jumped out and suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden ape in cassock appeared from the blazing golden fire.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
His heart was pounding, and in the midst of the hurricane, Liang Qu was filled with murderous intent. He suddenly raised his gun, and the dark clouds in the sky disappeared again. They were not dispersed, but were all entangled on the gun!
How heavy is a cloud?
answer.
Of great importance!
The monks bowed their heads and chanted the Buddha's name.
In a tiny place that no one can see, Ze Ding in the sea of consciousness is also undergoing drastic changes.
The patterns engraved with monkeys shine brightly.
[River Favor Degree: 14.6479] The word "Favor" kept twisting and turning, flashing to the word "Rule", and the favor degree also rose and fell from fourteen. However, there seemed to be infinite resistance in between. No matter how the light jumped and flashed, the word "Favor" was like a rock, firmly occupying the position and not moving!
call!
Liang Qu had no intention of paying attention to the changes in Ze Ding. As the fire in his heart burned, dark clouds gathered in his hands. His true energy was stimulated, his sea of qi was boiling, and he captured dragons and subdued tigers. Countless experiences were included in it, and he fired the most powerful shot so far!
Domineering, sharp, and violent, at this moment, Liang Qu's figure has disappeared from everyone's sight, and only a roaring golden ape remains!
Zhang Longxiang didn't move.
In his eyes, Liang Qu is still Liang Qu, and his expectations are not just that.
That was the moment when the spear passed over the shoulder.
Wow.
The world suddenly changed, everything turned black and white.
In the black and white, there is only a golden fire burning!
Countless stick-drawing-like lines were jumping and twisting, and the trees, rocks, streams and canals were as golden as ghostly fire, but when he saw Zhang Longxiang, he was stunned.
No lines!
From top to bottom, it remains the same, gray and clean, as if it is out of tune with the world!
Do not!
Not without!
It shouldn’t be there!
"what!"
The golden ape roared, blood flowed from Liang Qu's eyes, red tears flowed out, and his vision suddenly changed!
A twisted line of blood oozed out of that clean, grayish body!
at the same time.
Liang Qu in Zhang Longxiang's eyes also changed, turning into a golden ape.
He laughed.
"What a sharp gun!"
Wow!
A waning moon rises in the sky.
The golden light struck the three-foot ground, and the sharp blade cut into the red line, with the head and tail flying!
The world was silent for a moment, with only a glimmer of golden light falling from the sky remaining in sight, like a flash of blinding white light that lingered for a long time. There was no sound.
No turbulence.
The breeze disappeared into the sultry heat.
Only the double images kept overlapping before their eyes, countless people blinked with tears, and groped their environment with their hands like a blind man. Some even accidentally fell off the floating steps, but fortunately they did not die because of their advanced cultivation.
Some of those with weaker cultivation were decelerated in mid-air by the blowing of the Elephant King's long trunk and fell into the lake, screaming in panic.
at last.
The afterimage in front of my eyes disappeared.
Unchanged.
The sky, the trees, the rocks, nothing has changed.
In the circle torn out by the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint with his strong wind, there was no change except for the addition of Liang Qu who stood with a gun!
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Master Liang has finished his work? Why is there no movement at all?"
"This this……"
The strange scene before my eyes was unbelievable.
It was as mighty as the Dragon King's patrol, but in the end, nothing changed. It was indeed like a lot of thunder but little rain. No, it was not just little rain, there was no rain at all!
"Could it be that the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint took all the power by himself?"
"Wait, look at the waterfall, it's stopped flowing!"
With a scream of surprise, everyone quickly shifted their gaze and were shocked to find that the waterfall was frozen in mid-air!
Before anyone could be surprised by this change, the little mirage dragon that had escaped early flew back.
The dragon claw lightly touched the waterfall, as if it had pinched a layer of bean paste. The white water dissipated into mist from the place where it was grasped, and then siphoning occurred from the small gap. The rocks under the water, the soil and trees outside the rocks all drifted and settled in the evening breeze!
The rocks under Zhang Longxiang's feet stood upright, but three feet away from him, the rocks were all turned into powder. Behind him, the wind blew, and a dark canyon stretching for more than a mile appeared out of thin air, and the regular circle was cut in half.
"Amitabha."
The monks bowed their heads and lamented, praying for the souls of the dead.
The golden-haired tiger in the neighboring Wohu Mountain poked its head out and had countless exclamation marks in its heart.
This, this was really cut by a Zhenxiang Grandmaster???
If it was a little off, it would have almost cut off the top of the mountain!
Everyone looked at the field again.
Heavy breaths came out from his mouth and nose, and Liang Qu's naked upper body was covered with sweat. His bleeding golden eyes looked up and down, and he tried his best to swallow his saliva.
"Failed?"
"No." Zhang Longxiang shook his head. "I told you, it's a very sharp gun. It's so sharp that I don't feel any pain."
Zhang Longxiang took a long breath, his chest heaving, and a tiny blood line suddenly appeared on his flawless skin, which then became thicker and longer.
Tick.
Blood rolled out of the wound, dripping onto the ground, creating a dent and raising a cloud of dust.
The mountains were horrified.
Martial Saint!
hurt!
"How deep?"
"Half a finger, flesh wound."
"It's a pity that there are no plants, otherwise a drop of the Martial Saint's blood would be enough to turn the grass into a spirit if it can't be burned to death."
"It's a pity that you haven't practiced hard enough, otherwise you could have released all your strength on the line, leaving some flowers and plants behind."
Liang Qu grinned.
Blood spread between teeth.
A blaze of scarlet.
(End of this chapter)