That is the great aura of Wu Zong, similar to Jian Hong, and it is the divine power that transcends the limit of the physical body's mortal power.

He is so powerful that whenever he seems ordinary fists and feet come, his momentum is like a mountain torrent. Zhu Minglang, who raises his sword, feels like he is fighting against a magnificent and terrifying natural disaster, rather than a monk.

His fist can collide with a sharp sword, as hard as iron.

His arm can easily bounce the blade, making it dull.

He kicked it, and it was like a brown ancient beast hitting it.

Zhu Minglang took a few steps back, not because he was really afraid of this monk, but on the other side, several dark fire talismans flew over. If he did not avoid it, the flame that directly burned people's soul would bring great pain.

Just now, a large group of banyan bees were arranged into a blue-black wall and suddenly pressed down.

Zhu Minglang tore open the wall of the banyan bee with one sword, spins his body in place, and slashes the sword blade on the ground. He sees a large piece of flame burning hotly on the sword.

The flames were green and red, attached to the sword, and they would not disappear.

Zhu Minglang accumulated all his strength and waved the sword of blood in his hand gorgeously, and saw a long blue-red flame shadow flying from his sword!!

"Canglong Sword!"

Zhu Minglang's sword was dancing, and the flames were dancing out. I saw the flames dragon flying and coiling above him with Zhu Minglang's sword dance. The dragon's body was huge and long, and the flames were scorching and dazzling...

The bee demon legion formed a terrifying and strange cloud vortex, and when Zhu Minglang swept his sword, the flamed dragon waved its tail in the air. When Zhu Minglang raised it, the flamed dragon jumped and bit it. When Zhu Minglang turned his sword, the flamed dragon even swung and strangled!

The green and red flames of the blue dragon had destroyed many banyan bees and dispersed the clouds. In the end, Zhu Minglang pointed the hot sword in his hand at Yang Hua of the Great Wuzong.

The flamed dragon flew away and crashed into the monk Yang Hua with its body of flame at the moment when it was about to disappear.

Yang Hua stole his horse and pushed his palms outward. The brown qi turned into a huge ancient bell, covering the monk. The body of the flamed dragon turned into a wave of flames, and even burned a sea of ​​flames. However, the monk seemed not afraid of flames at all, and there was no sign of burning the clothes on his body.

However, Zhu Minglang came stepping on the flames, and the sword of the blood in his hand was still in a hot state, with the inscription imprinted on his skin, making him feel as if he had a golden body of flames!

"Monk, you are still far from it. Go away and use these colorful intestines to practice more!" Zhu Minglang appeared in front of the monk Yang Hua.

"I see how you break my golden bell with great energy!" The monk Yang Hua raised one foot and stepped bigger. He stomped on the ground and felt that the earth had sunk a little.

At the same time, his aura was even stronger, and the ancient bells around him became more solid!

"Then I'm optimistic." Zhu Minglang said.

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang made a sword and the sword quickly left a picture, which made the monk Yang Hua subconsciously shrink back. When he found that Zhu Minglang's sword did not actually break his great golden bell, Yang Hua couldn't help but smile.

"Swish!!!"

Another sword, and the shadow left by the sword became deeper. Just in front of the monk Yang Hua, Yang Hua thought that the sword mark had penetrated his curious golden bell, which made Yang Hua's back chill.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Zhu Minglang's speed suddenly became extremely fast, so fast to the eyes of others, it seemed as if seven or eight sword masters were attacking the monk Yang Hua at the same time.

Zhu Minglang's sword was even faster, and the sword shadow of the upper sword was still in the air, and his lower swords had already pierced out. Gradually, there were more and more sword shadows around the Yanghua Golden Bell, so many that it seemed as if the outside of his golden bell was densely filled with black swords!!!

Finally, Zhu Minglang's figure and sword shadow turned into a thread that passed through Yang Hua, and the afterimage and sword shadow behind Zhu Minglang also slowly disappeared...

"Puchip puchip puchip~~~~~~~~~~!"

The golden bell of Haoqi collapsed directly, and the monk Yang Hua inside seemed to be stabbed by hundreds of swords and pulled out at the same time!

Bloodshots spurt from the head, from the chest, from the limbs, from the back...

The powerful Haoqi Wuzong strong man fell down slowly like a pierced blood bag, and fell on the blood flower painted by his own blood!

He Qingqian was on the side, and the poison floating in his hand was about to be thrown out. After seeing this scene, his little hand couldn't help but tremble.

Zhu Minglang turned around and showed a creepy smile that made He Qingqian feel, saying, "Do you want to experience my acupoints too? I'll make sure to avoid all the key points."

"You monster, I admit defeat!" He Qingqian's face turned pale and hurriedly put away the poison talisman.

She is just a quasi-monarch talisman master, and she can't even compete with the monk Yang Hua in front, let alone face Zhu Minglang's terrifying swordsmanship.

The masters have all fallen. It is better not to humiliate yourself if you keep a distance and harass her little talisman master like her.

"Take the brocade box and you can leave." Zhu Minglang said.

"Before I came, I had already handed it to the referee with the smoke...Oh, be careful!" He Qingqian suddenly spoke and reminded Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang also noticed a hidden evil aura coming from behind. When he turned around, he saw a ghost dragon in front of him at some point. The ghost dragon's ghost claws were terrifying and directly grabbed it towards his heart!

Zhu Minglang was too late to dodge, but fortunately he swung his sword blade directly.

Ghost claws destroy the heart, this is a fatal blow. The person who controls the ghost dragon wants to wish Minglang's life!

But just as its claws were about to pierce Zhu Minglang's chest, a smelting light suddenly shone on Zhu Minglang's body, and these lights intertwined into a shading of the fire armor, protecting Zhu Minglang's chest.

The ghost dragon failed and wanted to escape immediately, but Zhu Minglang had a murderous intent in his heart. He looked at the direction of the ghost dragon, saw Zhao Chen, the royal family member who was also shrouded in ghost energy, and saw his vicious eyes!

This guy has been pretending to be weak before and only let the bone dragon take action.

But when he was not paying attention, he called out a more terrifying ghost dragon and wanted to take his life!

Zhu Minglang will not be merciful when dealing with such a person, even if he is a child of the royal family!

“Isn’t it good to be alive?”

Zhu Minglang said coldly.

He slowly raised the sword of blood and pointed the tip of the sword into the sky behind him.
Chapter completed!