Chapter 856 (2/2)
However, judging from the sensory situation just presented by the duel, most people are more inclined to the fact that moqianshan, the elder of zhenbaozhai, will win the battle. After all, compared with the gorgeous temperament of huabaoshu, moqianshan's hundred turn Qianfeng mountain burial is more intuitive and exciting.
It seems that the disciples of the Sutra Pavilion in the academy are not all mythical demons. It turns out that they are just like ordinary people. Their fighting power is strong and weak, and they are not an unshakable terror.
”Ha ha, fourth elder martial brother, the battle on my side will be over soon! If you don't do it, I will take the position of these four disciples! ” His eyes were full of smiles and he looked at the other side of the battlefield. His words did not take into account the astonishment of the powerful people on the scene. And the glittering soul of the book above his head trembled in vain, while the body wrapped in the flying paper standing quietly beside him began to shake violently and madly.
”Well, boy, don't put on airs there! When I've finished cleaning him up, I'll take you on the road to accompany him! ” On the other side of the area, there was a cold hum. Mo Qianshan, the elder of zhenbaozhai, glanced at Shifu Hua coldly. The law of gravity, the law of petrification and the double law in his body were more powerful. It seemed that he was contemptuous of Shifu Hua's dream like words.
”Brush!” When Mo Qianshan, the elder of zhenbaozhai, burst into the extreme momentum, he was buried in hundreds of heavy mountains. In vain, there was a shivering chill. At the same time, with this terrible chill filled out, a more brilliant cold even directly broke through the repression and blockade of thousands of mountain peaks, thus skyrocketing.
”Roar, the law of gravity, the law of petrifaction, all suppress me...” a cry of surprise came out from the mouth of moqian mountain, the elder of zhenbaozhai. Immediately, a towering and deep mountain behind him was seen, and the ghost of martial arts flashed out, making the power of the law of gravity, the law of petrifaction, and the double law drop from the sky, covering the oppressive land of hundreds of peaks, Towards the cold light that just showed signs of killing the sky, he suppressed the oppression.
”Hey hey, fourth elder martial brother, you have to work harder, younger martial brother, I'll be rude first!” As the voice of the fifth elder martial brother Shih Fu Hua came out again with a faint smile, the tightly bound gold paper on the ground not far in front of him flickered in vain, and the attack powers of various attributes of magic surged at the same time. The body bound by the gold paper trembled and struggled, Seems to have suffered a devastating blow and unbearable pain, general pain intolerable change.”Hum!” When shifuhua, the fifth elder martial brother, began to attack, there was a loud and resounding sound of sword in the cold light of oppression. At the same time, with the sound of the sword, the oppressive force of the gravity law, the petrifaction law and the double law in the void trembled in vain. Then, we saw a series of tiny cracks like ice and frost in the air, and a cold figure flashed out of the air and reflected in the eyes of everyone.
”Ha ha, it's like this, my fourth elder martial brother!” Shifu Hua, the fifth elder martial brother, smiles a little. His voice is so small that he can't even hear it. Then, he gently raised his arm, stretched out a finger and murmured to himself: ”burn books, burn!”
”Boom!” A violent roar resounded over the eight battle platforms. The figure wrapped in the golden paper was stunned, and then there was no sound. And the golden paper that covered his body suddenly ignited, and it was ignited on the spot with only a few breath.
Gulu, Gulu
A series of breaths of tension came out of the mouths of the powerful men of the major sects. Above the area on one side of the battle platform of the eight battle formations, the golden flesh and blood of the Taoist doctrines were flying everywhere, and the hall was stiff. One of the twelve Taoist disciples was dragon 12, He was burned and killed by shifuhua, the fifth disciple of the Academy