Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 316 Cloud Lock
It was rainy and cold at night, and the mist beside it gathered into a ball, with a weak white light faintly visible in it.

On the long street, the actor had no intention of leaving.

Wudong was actually prepared for this. When he found out that the person did not leave after leaving the "Yunsuo Zhulou" without anyone noticing, he knew that this was not what he was satisfied with.

There was no luck or hesitation. On the other side, Anzang had already flown back to Juxuan. At the first moment, Wudong stepped forward with his sword in hand, trying to catch the black-robed man who had just defeated Xiang Minghao with all his strength. Later, he showed off his strength.

But apparently not.

The light of the sword swept across the night sky, and from the sky, a horizontal sword light pressed down mercilessly. Now that the sword was really pointed at them, Wudong felt the astonishing suffocation in it.

If you want to kill him with such a knife, you can only kill him within three moves no matter how you think about it.

But Wudong still refused to dodge. The first half of his life in the dangerous situation of the sword made him unable to react at all except his heart tightening slightly. The sword light came towards him, and Wudong faced it with a sword.

The swords clashed, and the exploding profound energy produced not only ripples, but also a brilliant light!
Like a bolt of thunder and lightning generated between the swords.

Sword Xuan Jing, "Mingguang Thunder".

He stared at the opponent's waist with cold eyes.

Every time, he made the most decisive and unexpected adjustment. The first round was lost in sword fighting, the second round was lost in magic weapon, and now in the third round, he abandoned the sword directly.

Like [Zhe Feng Ting], this is indeed a sword technique that can cause quite a lot of damage, and Wudong is confident that he can hurt the person in front of him head-on with this sword.

But to pile up the death of a Yeque cultivator, all that is needed is one or two wounds.

But the old man suddenly let go of his sword.

The sword decided the winner in an instant, but Wudong had given up the situation that he had fought hard for - under the sun, his figure was as relaxed as a fish, and his long arms as fast as flying arrows suddenly went straight to the waist of the black robe. .

There, a bead-shaped bag was gently shaking.

This was Wudong's third fight with his men, and he finally gained an upper hand.

Wudong doesn't want to have such a sweet dream at all. Since the other party is going to suppress him, he will have to pay enough pain.

In an instant, the sleeves of the black robe were burned.

In the fierce resistance to the power of heaven, the black robe was almost torn, and the powerful clothes underneath were exposed - few people could notice it, but Wu Dong would never miss it.

It was indeed unexpected by Hei Pao.

The dramatic change in the figure of the black robe was like a poisonous dragon suddenly twisting its head. In just a few seconds, the waist bag that was about to reach out suddenly dodges back. The next moment, a mighty fist came forward.

The thunder and lightning rushed along the knife, and the black robe of thunder within a square inch could not be ignored. Xuan Qi rushed to meet it, but the thunder swallowed Xuan and exploded, and Yaoming almost exploded into a small sun.

After Wudong abandoned the sword, he almost risked his life for a chance to destroy it. Now there was no room for change. Anzang was halfway through the technique and had to stop to save Wudong first, but a quick sword strike The light appeared from behind the black robe first.

Stab straight into his waist.

Li Weiru's clothes were still wet with blood and his face was stern. He was stepping on branches and leaves, and he came with a sudden flow. This move [stepping on water to pick off scales] was so fast!
As expected, the fist in the black robe stopped abruptly, causing ripples in the night sky. But the next moment, the tragic consequences of the strangulation behind his back were revealed. Before Li Weiru's sword could get close to the bag, the frightened black robe suddenly turned around, staring at him with a cold look on his face.

The sword light emerging from the [Jade Tiger] cut out the cold murderous intent.

If hiding without a hole is still a fox cat that can advance and retreat as well as a tiger, Li Weiru is a complete old rabbit. There is absolutely no need for a second knife to save the life of this frail body.

Li Weiru was calm and self-controlled enough. As soon as the sword was effective, he immediately retreated through the air. However, the light of the sword was so fast that it was like the cold glare from the black robe. This was an inability to compensate for his strength. of the gap.

Wudong did not retreat at all, and once again advanced to attack Zhubang, but such "surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao" would not be effective twice. The old man was too slow and too weak, and the black robe could easily hold the gap where his head was cut off.

Li Weiru's face was pale, and his eyes were still cold. As he flew back, he first struck with his sword, but the moment the sword touched him, his posture collapsed like soft tofu. The old man tried to borrow some help from the impact, but at the touch, the profound energy he controlled was stagnated, and his body froze in the air.

Just this moment is enough.

The old man didn't have any trump cards such as the Mysterious Scripture Artifact, so at this moment he was just sitting on a piece of cake.

The light of the sword came to him in an instant, and Li Weiru's neck had already been opened to blood by the sword's energy, and his muscles were squirming ferociously. But in this frightening moment, An Zang Xuan Shu was able to cover up the situation of the battle.

In "The Record of Jade in the West Sea", he only mastered three mystical arts, and now he is the last one.

【Royal White Dragon】

In the autumn sky, there was a violent wind and rain, and An Zang had already retreated from Baizhang without knowing when.

Just now, he tried his best to buy time for Xiang Minghao, but now Xiang Minghao's disastrous defeat also gave him an opportunity to cast his spell.

Looking from a distance, the man seemed to have wind blowing from his body, his white clothes were floating in the clouds, and his long hair turned white under the radiance of the mysterious energy. There seemed to be an invisible dragon behind him, and he was hiding on the dragon's back.

The state of body-shaping is the threshold for practicing this mysterious art. Only after the body is integrated into the spiritual essence can one enjoy the sublimation and enhancement of the mysterious energy on the body.

Suddenly, Anzang came riding a dragon and wielding a sword!

The black-robed sword stopped for an instant, and he turned his head coldly and looked straight at it.

It wasn't that he fell for the old trick of besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao again, but it was only now that the second goal was in front of him.

It was not just at this moment that his old rabbit was driven to the brink of death by him - at any moment, no matter far or near, he was always a casualty of his prey.

Black Robe never put his heart and soul into it.

He didn't even pay much attention to the lack of holes.

From the moment he put away the knife that struck Ming Hao, his attention has been on An Zang.

This Tianshan Sifeng has been well protected in the battle, and he has also carefully watched for murderous intentions, because apart from Xiang Minghao, he was the only one who could inflict serious enough injuries on the black robe.

Now a dragon is flying over, and wherever it passes, all the mysterious energy is swept into the dragon's body. Anzang's sword has truly gained the power of "Ye Que"!
(End of this chapter)