Tang Yin’s Adventure in Another World

Wu Guang entered the depths of the Peng Army camp. Looking forward, I saw a horse carriage in the densest part of the Peng Army. The carriage was square in shape, almost one foot in length and width. It looked like a small house with cold eyes. The carriage was made of rosewood. Made of wood, the floating dragons and phoenixes above are all golden yellow. If you look closely, it can be found that the craftsmen can inlay gold particles one by one, even the most inconspicuous corners of the carriage have Inlaid with gold leaf and gold leaf. In front of the car, there are two rows of high-headed horses. The first four horses and the last four horses are the same robust and the same height. Eight horses can not find any hair on their bodies.

Just looking at the luxury of the carriage, the incomparable pomp, and the denseness of the surrounding soldiers, Wu Guang immediately judged that the identity of the person in the carriage was extremely simple. If nothing unexpected happened, it was Zhong Tian himself.

With his eyes brightened, he shouted, "Stop me!" In his speech, the spirit knife in his hand waved, and a cold light from the blade across the sky was like a snow flake, blocking Peng in front of him. From time to time, some people were swept by the sharp blade, blood splashed three feet, and screamed and fell to the ground.

When Wu Guang rushed to the carriage, two Peng riding a high-headed Malaysian horse would come forward, one holding a gun, piercing Wu Guang's chest, and one holding a knife, splitting Wu Guang's neck.

Wu Guang responded very quickly, never thinking about it. Holding the knife in one hand and waving outwards, with a clear sound, the spirit knife that was slashed was opened, then he turned to the side, and stabbed the head. His spirit gun dodged, and at the moment when the opponent was about to retract the gun, his arm retracted fiercely, and he slammed his opponent's spirit gun under his ribs.

"what?"

Na Peng would be taken aback, and would like to pull the spirit gun back with force, but Wu Guang's knife was swept back.

flutter!

This knife is in the middle of Na Peng's waist. The blade enters from the left rib and exits from the right rib.

Na Peng's upper body has fallen off the war horse, and the lower body is still hung on the horse's back. On the other side, Peng watched his companion die under Wu Guang's knife, groaned loudly, carried his arm strength, and the sharp knife in his hand split Hua Shan to the top of Wu Guang's head. Wu Guang moved extremely fast and put the knife on the shelf.

When 啷 啷 ——The spirit knife was chopped on his stalk, it bounced more than half a foot high, Wu Guang was not much, but the arm of that name Peng would be numb by the shock, the tiger's mouth cracked, and he yelled loudly. Open, tolerate the pain, withdraw the spirit knife, and swept again. Wu Guang had no time to tangle with him now, he stopped drinking, and the Spirit Knife leaned forward, the light flickered, and the spirit chaos came out.

I didn't expect that his Lingwu skills were used so quickly, Peng would be inadequately prepared, and at this time, it was too late to want to take back the sweeping knife to cast his skills to resist it.

I saw the flying blade of the heavens that instantly broke that Peng's spirit armor on his body, from head to toe, and was wounded by the spirit chaos, and the whole person screamed like a blood gourd Turned over and fell off the war horse, lying on the ground, twitching a few, then no movement.

It's late, it's fast, Wu Guangdao cut the two Peng will be just a blink of an eye.

When the surrounding Peng Bing saw this, the frightened soul fluttered, and his heart was cracked, and he dared not step forward to stop, and evaded to both sides. They flickered away to give Wu Guang a spacious passageway. He almost rushed to the carriage near him, handed the knife forward, and then picked up, eh! The carriage's curtain was ripped open by the blade, Wu Guang looked intently, and saw that there was only one person in the large carriage. He was 40-50 years old, with white face and black beard, wearing a brocade robe. At this moment, the panic-stricken face of the man was also looking outwards, just hitting Wu Guang's eyes.

Wu Guang is now no different from the **** man. The spirit armor on his body can no longer see the original color, and is completely red with blood. It is not clear whether it is his own or someone else's. With cold eyes, it looks like a demon crawling out of hell. After the middle-aged person saw it, his scared head almost erected, his body was soft, let alone run, he couldn't make a noise even when he called.

"Are you Zhongtian?" Wu Guang had never seen Zhong Tian, ​​only to know that he had a white face and black beard, similar to the man in the car.

"I don't ..." The middle-aged man was about to speak, but Wu Guang didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He sneered and shouted, "I'm looking for you!" Between the words, his sword was fierce. He stabbed into the car, only to hear a flutter, the blade of the spirit knife hit the middle-aged man's chest, piercing his body with a knife.

Wu Guang yelled, "Give me out!" He slammed his arms outward for a while, and yelled, the middle-aged man's body was still hanging on the spirit knife, and he was taken out of the carriage stiffly. thump! The middle-aged man fell to the ground outside the car, his eyes turned white, and he spit out only two drops of blood, his head tilted aside, and he died on the spot.

"Haha--"

Wu Guangda laughed. Without the other party signing up, this person was Zhong Tian. I never expected that the first country thief of this wind country could die in his own hands. Thinking of it, he raised the spirit knife above his head and slashed down. With a click, the corpse's head fell off, and he picked it up with the tip of the knife, held it in his hands, and lowered his head to his waist. .

He had just tied his head, and suddenly there was a rushing horseshoe sound from the side. Wu Guangzheng was going to look back. In coldness, the evil wind on his side was not good, and the air was fluctuating. Perceived the danger was approaching, Wu Guang had no time to think about it. Instinctively, he immediately rolled down on the spot and pulled out a long way.

Just as he rolled away, hundreds of spirit spurs were approaching. The spirit spurs did not hurt Wu Guang, but they turned the war spurs in place into horse honeycombs. The strength of these spirit thorns penetrated the long body of the war horse. After hundreds of spirit thorns flew over, the war horse left only a faint mass of flesh and blood.

what? Wu Guang, lying on the ground, could see clearly, and at the same time, he was shocked by the cold sweat, and he was a domineering soul hunter! Who is coming? He bounced off the ground, looked up, and looked at those who attacked himself.

The visitor was covered with a sky-blue spirit armor, holding a nine-turn Qiankun gun in his hand, stepped down Bai Longju, looked coldly, and was pretentious and murderous. Wu Guang didn't know this person, and in his impression, he had never heard of such a figure. He frowned and asked coldly, "Come on!"

"Zhong Wu!"

When the comer reported his own name, he had already rushed to Wu Guang. The gun head of Jiuzhuan Qiankun trembled. He pulled out three gun flowers in the air and stabbed Wu Guang's throat and left and right chest.

Oh! It turned out that he was Zhong Wu, Zhong Tian's second son! Wu Guang was not afraid of anti-smile. He flashed more than two meters across the body, letting go of the other three shots. Then he smiled and said, "It was Zhong Tian's sinner! Yeah, now your thief and thief. Brothers are dead, and you are the only seedling. I don't think you need to live any longer. Go to Huangquan Road to find your father and brother as companions! "

"Put your mother's fart!" Zhong Wu heard the words, his nose was crooked, the spirit gun glowed in his hand, the blood soul chased suddenly, and the dark red spirit thorns formed an overwhelming large in the air. Net, Qi Qi shot at Wu Guang's whole body.

In fact, if Wu Guang could calm down and analyze it, he would immediately feel that something was wrong. Zhong Tian was Zhong Wu ’s father. If he died, Zhong Wu would be distressed, but now Zhong Wu's face only has an angry color, and no Sad emotions. But now Zhong Wu's skills are too powerful, Wu Guang can't calm down and think about it.

According to the color of the blood soul chase, the opponent ’s cultivation is judged. The more red the spirit thorn released is, the deeper the cultivation is, otherwise the lighter it is. The blood soul chase of Zhong Wu has become dark red. Wu Guang judged that the opponent's cultivation was never under his own control.

It is impossible to escape the **** spirit and chase such a large-scale attack skill. On the occasion of Wu Jun's full strength, he yelled, "Come here!" The voice did not fall. Glorious, spiritual chaos & # 8226; pole is released.

call!

There are many razor blades, gathered together like a hurricane, because of the large number, the whistling sound caused by rubbing the air will shock the eardrum.

Wu Guang's Ling Chao & # 8226; pole collided with the blood soul of Zhong Wu at the same place. At that moment, it seemed as if the sky was torn apart. Diffusion from outside has formed waves of air, and even soldiers and soldiers standing more than ten meters away are oppressed by air waves and can't help retreating involuntarily. At the same time, the soil on the ground was also rolled up by the spirit blades and thorns, flying sand and stones, and covering the sky, everyone around them had an illusion, as if they were in purgatory.

It seemed as if a century had passed before the field gradually quieted down, and when the dust dispersed away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ then looked at the two in the field, the surrounding Peng Bingpeng generals were all startled.

Wu Guang stood on the ground without moving, but his body moved back two or three meters away. His feet left two long marks on the ground. Looking at him, on his left shoulder, above his left chest, lower abdomen, There are blood holes in the right leg and other places, and blood flows continuously from the broken armor.

Looking at Zhong Wu again, the situation is not getting better. The white dragon foal that he stepped down has become a blood dragon foal. It is impossible to count the number of cuts made on his body. His four hoofs are broken and he falls to the ground motionless. Zhong Wu has stood on the ground, his head is broken, his head is scattered, and there are two dazzling blood stains on his face, half of his face is dyed red, and his body is incomplete. There are more than ten openings made by the blade, and several of them have extremely deep wounds, and even the bones of Sensen are exposed.

It can be said that the skills of Wu Guang and Zhong Wu are both defeated, and no one takes advantage of the other.

Wu Guangqiang endured the pain in his body, squinting at the opposite Zhong Wu, and at the same time he nodded secretly. It seems that the rumors are not all fake. Zhong Wu is indeed a spiritual martial artist, regardless of cultivation or skills. Outstanding.

He slowly raised the knife in his hand, pointed at Zhong Wu, and said coldly, "Come again!"