Chapter 133 (1/2)

Now Wang Yu has a green dragon sword and a shield, which is similar to the black armored army.

The difference is that the black armour army has a sword in his hand and a sword in his hand. The former's sword and shield are only fine weapons, while Wang Yu's sword and shield are magic weapons and magic weapons. There is a great difference between them.

After killing the purple mansion monk who used the sword, Wang Yu shifted his body almost at the same time, avoiding Bai Qiufeng's merciless stick. Then, he offered a sword Qi with the green dragon sword, and took Tao Ming with his bare hands.

Tao Ming looks grim, and the water mist in his hand is surging. Originally, he was about to take a picture of Wang Yu. The water mist in his hand has already been photographed out. The next moment, however, his hair stands up. He quickly retreats to avoid the sword spirit.

Poof!

But because the action was slower, he was stabbed in the shoulder by the sword spirit. Fortunately, he avoided the key point, otherwise the sword would be enough to kill him.

Even so, the blood on the shoulders was bloody, and it was white.

Wang Yu is not strong enough, otherwise this sword will definitely not let him avoid, and will certainly take the life of a monk in purple mansion.

Drink!

Wang Yu drank lightly. Facing Kangji, who rushed to the front of him, he spat out sword Qi.

Although there is no magic weapon, this sword Qi has magical power, and its power is extraordinary. The sword Qi is fast, and the opponent is close at hand. His sword Qi is more powerful.

When

The spear in Kangji's hand, when practicing martial arts, stabbed and retreated again and again with the spirit of golden sharpness. Each time, it wiped out the power of the sword, and sparks splashed everywhere. Wang Yu has been besieged by many people in his previous life and this life. Even if there are many monks on the other side, his reaction is not slow. Every time, he catches the best opportunity to fight back. His green dragon sword, small shield and various magical powers are escorting him, and more and more enemies are killed.

You know, what he is facing are all the monks in the purple mansion. Which one is put outside is not a powerful party.

However, after all, the friar of Zifu realm is a friar of Zifu realm. Besides, Qiu Ji and song Tianling, though they did not fight, they firmly blocked Wang Yu and did not intend to give Wang Yu a chance to escape.

Wang Yu was wary of the two men and separated a part of the divine sense to defend them, but there was also a trace of loopholes.

At the moment when the loophole appeared, Zhu Gang took advantage of the opportunity to strike him. He had a steel whip in his hand, which bloomed a bright purple electric light and lightning. Through the loophole, he was hit on his body and made him stagger.

”Kill!”

At the same time, a friar of purple mansion of baijiazhai came to Wang Yu's body. He swept out with a stick and took Wang Yu's head to smash Wang Yu's head.

Dang!

Wang Yu raised his shield and blocked him in front of him. He stopped the opponent's ruthless stick. He clenched his teeth and showed his fierce light. The green dragon sword in his hand directly cleaved it.

Cut the other person in half directly from the middle.

”Son of a bitch, kill my brother.”

When Bai Qiufeng sees that his brother of the same clan is killed, he is furious. He is also a ruthless stick and a person from baijiazhai. The two are quite different.

Bai Qiufeng's stick technique is airtight, and countless stick shadows overlap.

If it was usual, Wang Yu had the ability to avoid this kind of cudgel, but he was besieged and just injured. His feet were not sharp, and a stick fell on him. Bai Qiufeng, the soul stirring stick shadow, gains the artistic conception of being only quick. The power of each stick in a single round is not better than that of other people, but it is faster than that of others. Others hit Wang Yu with one blow, but he is more than ten times, and one time is not enough to seriously injure him. When he comes down more than ten times, his skin will be opened and his flesh will burst, and his mouth will be full of blood.

Wang Yu suffered more than a dozen stick blows in succession, but Wang Yu never relaxed. Her eyes were as bright as electricity. She locked the real body of the stick, and lifted the shield to block Bai Qiufeng's stick.

”Hehe, do you think that's ok?”

Bai Qiufeng sneered and took a step forward. The blue veins on his forehead were exposed. His two arms suddenly exerted strength and lifted Wang Yu up directly.