Chapter 588 (1/2)

Seeing Ganluo pounce on himself, Qin Lun has a piece of right arm, and countless small green wattles grow out of the skin, gradually condensing into a long bow of the same height. The long bow was in hand, Qin lunkong's left hand reached behind, pulled a feather as solid as gold and iron from his dark wings, and when the long arrow was put on the bow, he shot it out.

”Boom!” Ganluo only felt a flash of black light shooting at him. He only had time to raise his arm to block his face. Then he felt a shock in his forearm and a tingle came from it.

The deputy head of chaos looked down and found that although he had flown the black awn just now, there was also a piece of scale on his arm, which broke apart, and a trace of dark green blood oozed from the wound.

Ganluo was surprised that his body was a kind of close combat weapon among the Zerg, and the scales on the body surface were even harder than refined steel. In the previous battle, even the mighty power of the three eyed giant failed to do any damage to him, and now it would even hurt the humble feather.

Qin Lun's eyesight was excellent. As soon as the feather arrow was shot, he had seen the small wound on the enemy's arm, and his heart was wide at once.

After his main combat power changed from the soldier's armor to the angel's body, the original weapons were buried in the pyramid with the soldier's armor. He didn't want to fight with Ganluo before, for one reason.

The only thing that the body of an angel is better than the armor of a soldier is the quality of the body itself. His opponent is Ganluo, a high-level martial Taoist. If the body of the angel is not as powerful as Qin Lun thought it would be, this battle will almost know the result without fighting.

Seeing that the arrow could hurt Ganluo, Qin Lun's eyes were shining, and he did not hesitate to pluck a feather from his wing and put it on the bow. At the next moment, countless black awns almost formed a string, like a black whip to the high-ranking apostles.

This is the archery skill Qin Lun seldom used since he became a shooting master - quick fire!

Ganluo takes a deep breath, the body shape flashes, unfolds this body highest speed, pounces to the opponent with the remnant shadow. Qin Lun inevitably shot some of his arrows in the air, but a small part of them hit the enemy accurately.

Ganluo blocks his arms in front of him, protects his head, face and body, and rushes to the opponent against the sting of the arrow. While Qin Lun was shooting, he was avoiding melee. On the long-distance attack, the body of an angel is not as good as the body of a knife and a mantis, but with a pair of wings suitable for flying in the atmosphere, Qin Lun is much more flexible than Ganluo.

Ganluo pounced twice in a row, but did not approach the youth. He suddenly sighed. The scales on his body stood up slightly, opening the pores of the body. A little dark green smoke came out of his skin and gradually covered his whole body.

”Be careful!” Ganluo said to Qin Lun in a deep voice that his opponent's performance won his respect. As a martial Taoist, he was not willing to take advantage of his opponent. What's more, the martial arts he uses next are very powerful. The body of the sabre beetle, which is not completely used to it, may not be able to accurately control the strength. Since Qin Lun can't be killed by mistake, he should remind him in advance.

Hearing Ganluo's reminders, Qin Lun was slightly awed and his wings vibrated. He quickly drew an eight character in the air and slightly opened the distance from his opponent.

There was a chill in Ganluo's eyes. After several rounds, the experienced martial Taoists found a weakness of Qin Lun. It seems that the opponent in front of him seldom competes with the martial Taoists, or he is not familiar with the martial arts routines of the close combat masters because of his always evasive fighting style.

Maybe Qin Lun's weakness is not obvious when his equipment and skills are not limited. But when he loses all his extras and most of his apostolic skills are limited, this weakness is as striking as a firefly in the dark.

Ganluo's green smoke became more and more strong, and even dragged out two long whips of light smoke behind him.

At the next moment, the two green smoke whips behind Ganluo swung violently, and there was a clear explosion in the air, and the figure of wudaojia disappeared with the explosion.

Ganluo used the blood gas of the body of the blasphemous to simulate the unique fighting Qi skill of a martial Taoist school, level B martial arts skill - fighting wing impact!

Martial arts is really a close combat profession, but it doesn't mean they can't deal with long-range shooters at all. On the outbreak of short distance, martial Taoists are second only to knights in close combat, and they have more means than a single charge of soldiers.

Looking at Ganluo, Qin Lun can't help but shrink his pupils. He suddenly feels that he is locked by his opponent. No matter where he dodges, it seems that he can't avoid his opponent's impact.

”Bang!” Ganluo, who was shot by explosion, collided with his opponent in an indomitable manner. Qin Lun only had time to gather the wings of the angel behind him in front of him, then he was directly hit like a shell, and the holy thorn Longbow in his hand was broken into several sections.

At the moment when Qin Lun was hit and flew, he felt that his body was stiff and he lost his self-control completely. Although it can't really show the fighting skills of martial artists in the evangelical world, Ganluo's simulation of this collision skill still gives the opponent a similar rigid rule effect.

In Ganluo's eyes, the essence soared. Taking advantage of Qin Lun's loss of control, his body shape was a flash again. When he reappeared, he was behind his opponent.

”Bang!” Ganluo held his breath and put out a vest printed on Qin Lun's hands, which made the young man's body a strange reverse fold.”Poof!” Qin Lun's throat was so sweet that he could not help but spurt out a golden blood, and there was a big alarm in his brain. Although the body is still unable to control itself, he still urges the holy bramble in his body. Countless brambles emerge from the skin and wrap him into a big zongzi.