Zhanxian

More than a dozen people, men and women, look like a group of scattered cultivators, following an old man with a compass at the front, flying with their respective swords.

The worst of these people is also the Golden Dan Peak. Seventy-eight Golden Dan peaks, plus seventy-eight yuan early middle-aged masters, each hold a golden circle in his left hand, while his right hand is a variety of magical treasures, with different arguments.

“He was flying in this direction, strangling him with a golden net as soon as he met him, and immediately descended the assassin!” The old man in front looked at the compass and seemed to be estimating the change in distance from Yang Chen, saying in his mouth.

“Everybody spread out a little, the guy's flying treasure quickly, I'm afraid one or two stranded gold nets can't be trapped.” The old man attaches great importance to this operation, constantly admonishing: "At sea he may have a unique killer, so this time he switches to the ground. As soon as any winch works, trap him in formation and kill him! No mercy! ”

The men and women behind him seem to have gotten used to his nagging, and no one has said much, not even a voice of promise, but simply spreads out tacitly, basically covering all directions.

“Soon, hide!” After a while, the old man looked at the compass and suddenly commanded.

One man and one woman flashed a ray of light and then disappeared into the air, as if they had never appeared before. The robes on each of them are specially refined to inspire an invisible formation that hides the master.

Yang Chen's shuttle soon appeared in the sky. A thin line with little trace was drawn from the sky and came to the nearest front. Then suddenly a group of people stared at the doubt and stopped. As soon as the shuttle flashed, Yang Chen's figure appeared in the air, holding the blood demon vine flying sword in his hand, looking cold ahead.

“Do it!” Yang Chen's pie is obviously what he found. Nor did the old man pursue himself where he had revealed his horses and feet, and gave decisive orders to do so.

Pom Pom Pom, a series of voices rang out, Yang Chen in several directions, a large gold net burst out. With unparalleled speed, the mesh quickly wrapped around Yang Chen's body.

Yang Chen just swept a glance. Faced with a dozen large golden nets, his body did not move at all, leaving a dozen large nets to wrap themselves from all directions to sturdy.

It was totally unexpected that, after the golden sphere of hanging gold nets was thrown out by the men and women, Yang Chen thought he would duck and each responded to the escape. But after doing so, a group of people stunned to discover that Yang Chen had not moved a bit, which made their previous response ridiculous.

But in any case, the people who did it were delighted. No one knows more about the power of these meshes than they do. As long as they are wrapped around them, even high-speed flying swords, without the sharpness of the Divine Soldiers, they will not be able to get rid of them. They will only get more and more wrapped up and eventually become incapable of action.

One or two pieces may have to worry about some divine weapons, but if a dozen pieces are all entangled, even the master of the great multiplication period will have to grab them with a good hand. The hanging net is not only a solid mesh, but the poison above the barbs and barbs is enough to send the great multiplier to Yellow Springs as well.

One hit worked and everyone was delighted. Although they don't know what went wrong with Yang Chen, they suddenly put away the shuttle at this time, but they don't care what reason Yang Chen has. What it wants is to kill Yang Chen clean and clean, all they have to do is do it.

Even if more than a dozen hanging gold nets were enough to kill Yang Chen, none of these people hesitated, and all the Pharaoh in their hands flew out, splitting their heads at Yang Chen and smashing their faces. As long as people die, waste them!

However, all the people broke out of Fabao and flew up to the front door, suddenly heard Yang Chen's voice.

“I'm very upset right now, but thank you for coming to my door to relieve me!” Yang Chen's voice was full of killing intentions, followed closely by one sentence: “Wrongful head, debtor! ”

After that, Yang Chen hasn't completely finished his speech, and a string of Pharaoh has been smashed down. Yang Chen's body surface, the golden light flashed slightly, people did not seem to see the difference between this golden light and the golden light of the golden grid, but brushed to hear a dull bell.

Buzzing, a long, low bell, carrying a power that penetrates the soul, into the sea of knowledge of all. Everyone seemed to hear the yellow bell loud in their ears, and then a few faint guys passed out and fell out of the air.

Yang Chen thought that everyone would be stunned by the Golden Bell, but the old man remained miraculously awake. But even so, there was a terrible light in his eyes. Immediately afterwards, it became a kind of sharp cauldron sinking, the whole body turned into a stream of light, the tip of the stream of light, flashing a tiny bit of silver and flying towards Yang Chen's heart.

A slight sound like a razor blade over the tofu, Yang Chen's arms lifted easily, everyone who originally wrapped Yang Chen's body thought to be tough more than a dozen hanging gold nets, under the blood demon vine flying sword blade in asthma, fragile like a few sheets of paper, easy to crack.

Yang Chen's right hand, raised the blood demon vine flying sword high and cut it down violently against the fleeing old man.

Ding, a metal collision sound, the light first hit Yang Chen's chest, but only one crisp sound, no other effect. Yeung Chen cut off the flying sword and directly divided the old man's body into two pieces. Before the two bodies had landed, they had become dry.

A dozen guys who fainted, Yang Chen, as usual, sealed the five senses and threw them into the dome hall. These people are definitely the periphery of Taitianmen. Through them, Yang Chen can also find more people hidden by Taitianmen.

After cleaning up these assassins, Yang Chen threw what he had seized into the mouth of Asthma, allowing it to clean up the Divine Consciousness imprint that might have been left behind.

Only one was killed, making Yang Chen very addicted. He knew he would not use the Golden Bell to stun them. The more uncomfortable I thought about it, the more I couldn't help but throw the divine seal of the sea of knowledge that bled the river not long ago, exhaling again into the river of blood.

Shortly after he was awake, Master Li Liheng had just sent the doorman and several elders. He was taking a short break under the servants' servitude. He was planning to get up and do something. Suddenly, that horrible feeling struck again, and Li Liheng could only scream once more, and again he was softly paralyzed on the ground. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)