MTL - Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World-Chapter 23 Battle
"Oh, I didn't expect the ancient rhythm of the moon to know the names of our two brothers. It is a great honor." The hunchback old man's voice is hoarse, like iron rubbing, making people feel very uncomfortable.
The horse face youth was silent, and the slightly reddish eyes slowly looked at Han Li and others. When they saw Yu Menghan and Liu Leer, their eyes were slightly bright, and they sticked out their tongues and licked their thick upper lip.
Liu Leer hurriedly hid behind Han Li.
Yu Menghan saw the other side look like this, but also a burst of hair in his heart.
The ancient rhyme of the moon is in chaos, although the Yufu sect of the Yufu is never willing to give up, but I did not expect that the pursuit of the soldiers is so fast, it is still the two thorny people in front of them.
But after all, she was also a monk who had experienced many battles. She quickly recovered her calmness and said coldly: "The two are in the border of the land and they are all over the top of the killer. It is necessary to give an explanation." Want to provoke the battle between the two of you?"
"Hey, there is no whisper in front of the Ming people. The two of us come to know each other. The two of us are known by the elders. I am here to take away the murderer who killed Qi Shizhen, and the surname. The rest of the female dolls." The hunchback old man screamed with a grin, and his eyes glanced at Han Li and Yu Menghan in a conscious or unintentional direction.
Han Li stood still and remained calm, and Yu Menghan was a pretty face.
The ancient rhyme snorted and did not return immediately, but all kinds of thoughts in my heart turned sharply.
"The ancient Taoist friends, you and our brothers have no hatred, as long as the two men surrender, our brothers promise to let you leave safely, how?" The hunchback old man shook his head and said, like the old master of the vulgar world.
The ancient rhyme month is not low in the status of the cold flame, if they can, they do not want to do it.
"Han Daoyou is now the elder of this ancestor, and Yu Menghan is also a disciple of this sect. I want you to surrender them. You two will treat the cold flames as something." The ancient rhyme face suddenly fell cold and broke.
"Hey, toasting, don't eat and drink fine wine. Since you are looking for death, then our brother will send you a ride!" The hunchback old man's eyebrows squat up and chill.
The horse face youth had already waited for impatientness, and when they saw the collapse, they immediately took the lead and waved their sleeves. A large grayish flame flew out of their sleeves.
With a little finger, the gray flames immediately converge into one place, forming a gray flame vortex.
A house-sized flame ghost claw sticks out from the whirlpool and grabs it toward the ancient rhyme.
The ancient rhyme that had been prepared for a long time, a slap in the face, the light of the spirit moon flying boat once again flourished, and turned back toward the back.
At the same time, with one hand and one hand, the black sword near the body immediately flew out, turned into a seven-eight-foot-long sword, and squatted in the palm of the flame, and made a sound of gold and iron. .
The ancient rhyme moon is slightly moving, and the **** method changes.
The black sword rainbow suddenly shrinks, more than twice as small, but it is more bright and glaring.
"噗嗤"!
The black sword rainbow pierced the flame claws and pierced from the other side.
The bursting of the ghost claws turned into a remnant flame, and the flame vortex of the sky collapsed.
On the face of the horse face, the blood was rushing and spit out a blood.
He screamed, his eyes suddenly became blood red, and he took a black reel and looked like a picture.
There was a large gray light shining on his body, which suddenly wrapped his figure and could not see what he was doing from the outside.
The hunchback old man also had a foot at the moment, and there was a large black and black ink on his body. The huge pressure of the late Yuan Ying spread.
The ancient rhyme face changed slightly, waved back to the black sword rainbow, hovering over the head, and the gods locked tightly to the horse face youth and the hunchback old man.
The Lingyue Flying Boat took the opportunity to retreat more than a hundred feet in one breath, and this stopped.
"Han Daoyou, these two people have been famous for a long time, and their strength is very strong. If the situation is not good, you will take the younger ones first and let me go." The young woman flew to Han Li.
Although she unexpectedly fell down on the horse face youth, but also self-supporting the hunchback old man, and the strength of Han Li is not clear, the two may not be able to discuss in the other hand, so the heart is early to take away.
Han Lijing stood there, did not speak, and looked unscrupulous.
At this moment, a gloomy voice rang in this female ear:
"Want to escape, have you escaped?"
The ancient rhyme moon suddenly felt a glimpse.
Just listening to the "噗", the black light around the old man on the hunchback suddenly burst open, and his figure suddenly blurred in the black light, turning into a gray cockroach.
The ancient rhyme sees this, and suddenly, a side of Han Li also glimmered.
At this moment, the void above the Lingyue flying boat suddenly fluctuated wildly, and a bunch of dark rays spewed out from the inside without warning. The figure of the hunchback old man appeared in the black light out of thin air.
He waved his hands and flashed a golden light in front of him. A golden giant tower with a height of more than ten feet appeared out of thin air and flew down to the Lingyue.
A terrible pressure drove down, and the surface of the flying boat violently fluctuated, and it seemed to be broken immediately.
The ancient rhyme sighed with a bang, and both hands were lightning bolted, and the swords did not enter the black sword.
The black long sword trembled fiercely, and numerous swords and shadows emerged and rushed toward the giant tower.
Rumble!
Countless pops sounded!
The dense swords and shadows lie on the giant tower, and they immediately shattered and disappeared, leaving no traces in the tower.
However, the fall of the giant tower also contributed to it.
The ancient rhyme smashed the machine and sipped a silvery white light from her hand, but it was a silver jinpai.
The surface of Jinpa looms out of the shadow of the mountains and rivers, swallowing the amazing aura, blocking the golden giant tower, making the fall of the stagnation
The rhythm of the ancient rhyme is slow, and the cold-eyed beating in the eyes is awkward.
The black flying sword immediately slid and turned, the black light was released, and the madness rose up. In a blink of an eye, a black sword with a length of five or six feet was swiftly swept away to the hunchback old man.
The old man sneered and waved a law.
The bottom of the golden tower slammed open, and a black hole emerged. The dazzling golden light spewed out of it, forming a huge golden aperture.
A horrible suction suddenly emerged from it, and the airflow was retracted within a few hundred feet.
The black giant sword immediately stopped like a pound, dripping and spinning, and flew toward the round hole at the bottom of the golden tower.
Gu Yunyue desperately tried to stabilize the giant sword, but it did not work at all. There were only two or three breaths before and after, and the giant sword was still sucked in by the giant tower.
The ancient rhyme face is white, and the contact with the black flying sword is completely broken.
The golden light from the golden tower is even more dazzling, and it makes a rumbling sound, and it pushes down.
The silver Jinpa faint sag goes down. Under the suction of the golden giant tower, the surface of the mountain river is also distorted and seems to be inhaled by the giant tower.
The ancient rhyme hurriedly smashed, and both hands resisted Jinpa, and the mana inflicted in the body.
The surface of the Jinpa River's mountain and river pattern shines brightly, and it sounds like a whistling sound. It finally stabilizes again.
The hunchback old man sneered and raised his hand to do something.
boom!
A muffled sound came from a distance, and the gray light of the horse's face was bursting open. The figure appeared, and a black picture floated in front of him. It was the one that was taken out before, but it has already begun, and the surface is densely drawn. A hundred ghost patterns, emitting a strong black light.
"贱人! Dare to hurt me! Big Brother, you don't shoot, I want her to taste the taste of life is not as good as death!" Ma face youth blame the ancient rhyme, low shouting.
