Step Back! Master is Here!

"what?"

King Kong banged on the chest of the man in front of him, and the man flew out, his chest was sunken, and he was dead when he landed.

"Master, this man had a weird feeling just now." King Kong said, "It seems that a stone blocked my fist, which is very similar to the 'wolf' a while ago."

"Xianxia World, it's normal to have the power of gods and luck, be careful." Tang Luo reminded, "Some people may be able to use this power on their own initiative."

"OK." King Kong nodded.

"I see that Cao and He recovered after the break, and I feel a little different." Tang Yuhan said, "Maybe Dayou and Beiyuan tribe have important strength guards in their positions."

The man who was just killed by King Kong's punch just now is obviously not in a low status, and looks like a small head.

"I'm afraid so," Tang Luo said.

This is good news for the demon walking, but also bad news.

The good news goes without saying, at least you don't have to worry about any demons or monsters smashing into the Great Hinterland, killing a thousand miles.

If you have the power to protect your body, even if you do n’t use it, it is just a passive defense. It is not easy for a demon to hurt someone.

The bad news is that this power is just as effective for walking with demon.

Invisibly weakening the walking power of the demon and limiting their play.

For example, this task is for everyone to protect the Dayou National Games. What if the encounter with the adulterer harms the country and self-interest?

The best way for the demon to walk is to kill them directly, so that the maggots will not continue to be a disaster.

However, if the other party is in a high position, he will have the energy to protect his body, even if he is an ordinary person, the general means may not hurt the other party.

Dayou and even Beiyuan seem to be ordinary ancient cold weapon dynasties and tribes.

But in today's circumstances, the word "ghost" can be added.

There was a lot of "cheerfulness" in front of me.

But it was the boulder tribe who attacked around a large courtyard.

The people inside are fighting desperately, I am afraid that there are some important people, it is estimated that it is the king of the fiery fire tribe.

"Han Deshun! You will never come out again! Your son is gone!"

The boulder tribe outside is headed by a middle-aged man, a general with a beard, short and firm, and has a momentum of his own.

There was a trembling young man kneeling in front of him, and a sharp scimitar was held in his hand by the man and placed around the young man's neck.

With a single swipe, blood oozes and the blade becomes red.

"Ha!" A laugh came from the high gate courtyard, "Baoer is red! There are more than twenty sons in Laozi! You must kill them all!"

Beiyuan people have various names, and there are differences between tribes and tribes.

However, over time, they gradually became unified and were basically divided into several types.

Han Deshun and Baoer Chijin are names that belong to different categories.

There are differences in culture, but they are not large. If the differences are huge, it is estimated that it is difficult to unite and unify, and then develop a feeling of anger towards Da You.

Cooperative alliances and even integrations inevitably require certain basic conditions.

"More than twenty, great." King Kong said touching his chin, his voice loud, no lower than the shouts of Han Deshun and Baoer Chijin.

The words immediately attracted the attention of the boulder tribe.

Originally, their attention was focused on the courtyard in front of them, and the sound of offensive shouting and killing was endless, unavoidably ignoring the back.

This time the killing of the fiery tribes, the boulder tribe can be said to have completed 90%, part of the troops are hunting down the "disabled soldiers", as long as they captured the house in front of them and killed Han Deshun, they were done.

Where would you think of a stranger appearing in the "back" that has stabilized.

A group of people immediately turned around, pulled their bows and arrows, and they could shoot them into hedgehogs as long as the visitors slightly changed.

The short and solid Baoer Chijin handed the machete to the people around him, turned and looked at the stranger, his face slightly dignified.

Two men and one woman.

The man who just spoke is a tall and strong man, who is a little taller than the first warrior of the Boulder Tribe.

Although there was a smile on his face, the **** body and the stained blood stains were like a human beast, which was daunting.

The woman was cold and glamourous, her face was white and her lips were red, and she was full of beauty.

Holding a seemingly ordinary sword, there was a little red light flowing on it, and at a glance, there was a feeling of blood flow.

The last one was a handsome man with white clothes and white hair, with one hand standing on his chest, and a string of beads on his wrist, which seemed to be a monk.

There seems to be no special place, and there is no other kind of breath, but standing in this blood-stained place, the body is not stained with dust, that is, even the shoes are clean.

Not to mention the bone sword with a scull in the other hand, and I don't know what kind of beast's bone was made.

Obviously it is not easy.

"How many?"

Bao'er was in no hurry to let people throw arrows, and all around him were good hands. It's not full yet, keep the state of pulling the bow, and less can still maintain the time of a joss stick.

"Amitabha Buddha." Tang Luo chose a Buddhist slang, "The poor monk's sacred name Xuanzang, so far from here."

"Stop Ge?" Bao'er shuddered with a pound, and showed a cruel smile. "Mage wants me to stop?"

"Yes." Tang Luo nodded. "Heaven has good virtues, why don't all the donors fight and kill? Why don't you sit down and have a good chat and resolve your grievances."

"I want to talk, but the people inside don't agree." Baoer Chijin said with a smile.

"Anyway, as long as the donors drop the sword, the people inside will naturally come out," Tang Luo said.

When talking, the boulder tribe also gradually stopped the offensive. In addition, the people "scattered" all over the "half city" were also coming.

Form a not-so-enclosed encirclement, surrounding Tang Luo three.

Bao'er frowned, why are there so many people missing?

The dying struggle of the fiery fire tribe should not be so intense.

It's just that the first thing now is to deal with the three uninvited people in front of me, but not when I think about these.

"Put down the sword, and the people inside came out?" Baoer Chijin laughed and said aloud, "Han Deshun, have you heard? There is a qualified monk outside, willing to make peace for us, come out!"

"roll!"

Han Deshun's tone was fierce and he could not stand still, but his heart was stunned.

Can't find a way to break through, but how long can you keep it with the help of the land?

"You heard this mage, but it was the other party's reluctance," said Baoer Chijin, mockingly.

For a moment it was a bit unclear whether the monk was really naive.

"The donors haven't dropped their swordsmen. How can the donors inside come out?" Tang Luo laughed.

"The mage can call them out, and we naturally drop the sword." Baoer yawned and lost patience.

"So the donors are unwilling to stop the initiative?" Tang Luo said quietly.

Bao'er's face was sinking, "Monk, if you want to die, just say it." The tone was cold and cold, and he stretched out his hand as he spoke.

"collapse!"

The sound of many bowstring vibrations came, and the space in front of the three Tang Luo was suddenly covered with dense arrows.

It's not easy to avoid.

King Kong had no intention of dodging. His body was tight and his muscles were tight. The arrows fell on him, leaving only a faint white mark.

Just cut his clothes.

After the last time, King Kong has been prepared. Now he is working hard, and if he is a piece of steel, these arrows will naturally not hurt.

The pair of wings emerged from the back of Tang Yuhan again, covering it forward to protect the whole body.

This is the real steel, which easily blocks all arrows.

Raising his left hand on his chest and spreading his five fingers, Tang Luoshi displayed a parry, which was worth blocking all the arrows.

The three shots were unharmed.

Before waiting for the second round of salvo, King Kong growled and rushed towards the crowd, using himself as a weapon and crashing into the crowd.

Sweeping his arms, like two giant cylinders, hurt when rubbed, and died when hit.

Courage to the extreme, worthy of the name of King Kong.

Tang Yuhan was soaring into the sky and falling down quickly, using the wings of steel as a weapon to pass the boulder tribe that surged behind him.

The blood splattered, and it was even worse than King Kong.

Tang Yuhan's body was not stained with blood, but his red lips became more "bright", and it almost felt like bleeding.

"Dayouxian?" Bao'er Chijin looked horrified.

Like wizards, those who practice in Dayou also have the golden title of "Immortal Master".

Everyone spends time with each other, and over time, the titles of "Immortal Master" and "Sorcerer" are fixed.

Baoer looked at her side.

There stood a man with a pile of complicated things on his body, not the old man, but very young.

It was old-fashioned, and holding a wooden staff, it looked weird.

There is no need to say anything about Baoer Chijin, that priest also started.

I saw him pulling on his body, and he didn't know what he pulled down. He threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice quickly, and opened his mouth.

A burst of black smoke with an unpleasant smell came out of his mouth and came flying at a speed no slower than the arrows.

The target of this black smoke is not someone else ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is Tang Luo who has not shot yet.

The priest saw the score, and despite the bravery and bravery, the woman was also very good.

But the two vaguely headed by this white-haired monk, naturally they wanted to capture the thief first.

As the black smoke approached, Tang Luo, who was lying on his shoulders, opened his eyes, and a flash of red flashed, raising his claws.

No touch was seen, and the black smoke disappeared immediately.

The priest's face suddenly changed, and a beast could even break his black smoke?

"crack!"

While changing his face, the priest's wooden stick slammed heavily on the ground, and the ground felt a little shaking.

He raised his other hand, his little finger extended, and his blood burst.

His finger was actually "ejected" by him as a weapon, and shattered again in the air, forming almost invisible blood foam and broken bones, which enveloped Tang Luo.