Just Transferred to the Head of the Regiment, There is a Soldier Named Hu Bayi

Obviously, the power released just now also caused a lot of burden to Chu Jian.

At the same time, Commander Wei and Minister Zhang, who were watching from a distance, were completely stunned.

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Chapter 154: Gang fight, return, fairy tail, shock

"hiss……"

Commander Wei even pinched himself secretly. If the pain wasn't so real, he really thought he was dreaming.

But all this, the scene before me, what is the situation?

The two looked at each other, but they couldn't answer each other for the time being, so they could only continue to watch intently.

……

At this time, in midair, Zhang Qilin was holding a fire-pointed spear, which finally put the pressure on Long Ling.

With every blow, the fire-pointed spear in Zhang Qilin's hand can completely break the dragon's scale and cause a lot of damage to it.

Therefore, Long Ling quickly set his target on Zhang Qilin alone.

"Moo hoo..."

Long Ling opened his mouth to bite Zhang Qilin, and Zhang Qilin also blocked with the fire-pointed gun in his hand at the first time.

It is strange to say that the original fire-pointed spear prop, which swayed back and forth with a little force, can now resist the Zulong offensive without any damage.

However, when Zhang Qilinge blocked Zulong's frontal attack, the dragon's tail attacked from the side.

At this moment, even Commander Wei and Minister Zhang, who looked up to watch the battle, could not help but sweat for him.

But at this critical moment, a phantom appeared on Zhang Qilin's side.

This phantom is a head on Zhang Qilin's shoulder, but it is not Zhang Qilin's appearance.

His face was as white as jade, his eyebrows were as blood.

It is the true face of the Santan Haihui, the third prince Nezha!

Immediately afterwards, on the other side of Zhang Qilin, a phantom of a head also appeared, and two arms appeared on each side.

The dragon's tail was blocked by the Qiankun circle in the hand of the virtual shadow, and the other side was the virtual shadow of the mixed sky in his hand, and threw it towards the dragon spirit.

At this moment, Zhang Qilin, with three heads and six arms, is a phantom, but it can really cause damage to Zulong.

"Moo!"

Dragon Spirit Dragon Head was bound by Huntian Ling, it struggled desperately, but couldn't get rid of it.

"Evil dragon, die!"

Zhang Qilin's icy voice mixed with another crisp voice, full of anger, shocking Zulong.

At this moment, Long Ling knew that he was defeated and wanted to escape from this place, so he turned around and rammed towards the barrier desperately.

"boom!"

Chu Jian tried his best to control, constantly changing hands, his face was solemn, but when the enchantment became transparent, it returned to normal again.

There was chaos inside the barrier, but outside the barrier, it was very peaceful.

In a village at the foot of the mountain, an old man who lived alone woke up at night with a flashlight.

The thatched huts in this era were generally built outside the house, and the old man slowly walked towards the hut while leaning against the wall.

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed across, and the old man looked up subconsciously.

However, in the direction of Kunlun Mountain in the distance, a huge head is looming.

There seems to be a layer of transparent things blocking it all around, making the faucet disappear quickly.

"Pfft!"

The old man immediately woke up with a fright. He knelt down with a thud, looking at the looming dragon head, the old man bowed excitedly, and kept saying something in his mouth:

"Dragon Lord appears... Dragon Lord bless..."

How did he know that at this moment, the Dragon King, whom he was obsessed with in his heart, was being besieged and beaten by the members of 543.

Zhang Qilin's three-headed and six-armed phantom tugged the dragon spirit fiercely and smashed it to the ground.

"Crack! Kick!"

There were shattering sounds coming from all around. Minister Zhang and Commander Wei looked around suspiciously, but they had no idea where the sound came from.

The scene in front of him became even more shocking. Zhang Qilin, Hu (cfcb) Bayi, and Wu Sangou invited God to go up, and a rare fighting force erupted. Together, they pressed the giant dragon into the formation.

Just a faucet is like a hill.

Fortunately, this is just a dragon spirit, not an entity. Otherwise, if it falls like this, landslides and ground cracks are inevitable, and even the entire area at the foot of the outer mountains of Kunlun Mountains will cause landslides.

At this moment, stepping on Long Ling's body, Zhang Qilin stabbed the fire-pointed spear, and then put his hand into Long Ling's wound.

"Moo-ho...moo-ho!"

Long Ling desperately wanted to resist, but the more he struggled, the more painful it became.

Huntianling is a Taoist treasure, and she can't get rid of it at all.

It would be hard to say if Ancestral Dragon came in person. After all, Beihai Ancestral Dragon is extraordinary, and the true God in the sky may not be able to deal with it when he comes, but now it is just a dragon spirit, or it can be regarded as an aura hidden in the reverse scales. , even if there is no entity, it is still enough to suppress.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qilin shouted, and a dragon tendon condensed with breath was pulled out like this.

Long Ling howled in pain. This scene made Commander Wei and Minister Zhang, who were used to seeing the wind and waves, feel a little cruel.

But after all, it is just a dragon spirit, and there is no real dragon tendon. This is just a force in the reverse scale, and it is the core breath of the reverse scale.

Soon, the dragon tendons that were thrown on the ground, like a mass of airflow, dissipated quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Ancestral Dragon Dragon Spirit also struggled in pain and could never get up again.

"clang!"

Zhang Qilin stood the fire-pointed spear by his side, and the phantom with three heads and six arms disappeared.

Chu Jian looked back at the nine-pillar incense on the incense burner. At this time, the six-pillar incense of Jin Zha and Mu Zha was about to burn out.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xueli reminded:

"Chief, time is running out. When the incense burns out, the gods will return to their places!"

Chu Jian nodded lightly, and then moved the entire array.

In an instant, under the five-color banner, were five tentacles that shone with light, and at the same time bound the dragon spirit, no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qilin waved his hand, and the phantom-like Huntian Ling disappeared.

The five tentacles are getting tighter and tighter, and the dragon spirit is also gradually shrinking visible to the naked eye.

Chu Jian urged the entire formation, and the strange shattering sound kept coming from all around.

"Moo!"

It seems that this dragon spirit also felt that he was powerless to return to the sky. This roar was full of unwillingness, resounding through the world, but there was nothing he could do.

……

At the same time, just as the dragon roar sounded in Kunlun Mountain.

In Yingkou City, Liaoning Province, thousands of kilometers away, a thunderstorm suddenly pierced the sky.

"Rumble..."

Many citizens of Yingkou City woke up from their sleep and looked out the window for unknown reasons.

A few minutes after the thunder, the rain fell, and many people's roofs were still drying food.

Almost every night on weekdays, people will pay attention to the weather forecast, just worried that the heavy rain will smash the food.

At this time, people couldn't care anymore, they quickly climbed to the roof in their raincoats, and while cursing the ghost weather, they began to rush to rescue the dried food.

"Rumble..."

The thunder continued, and most people focused on the food without noticing anything unusual.

It is nothing more than the inexplicable arrival of this heavy rain, which makes people dissatisfied.

But in Hechuan County, which is close to the lower reaches of the Liaohe River, someone inadvertently seemed to hear it. Along with the bursts of thunder, there seemed to be a strange sound?

The sound was intermittent and inaudible, and could only be discerned vaguely, like the sound of a cow, but it seemed that something was not right.

And this sound seemed to come from the upper reaches of the Liaohe River in the mountains...

However, no one thought much about it, and only thought that someone's cow was frightened.

But he also overlooked one point. This thunderstorm is very strange. If the cow croaks, how can it be accompanied by the thunder?

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At the same time, at the back mountain of the Kunlun Mountains Garrison Area.

Finally, under Chu Jian's formation, Long Ling was suppressed back into the black scales.

At this time, the inverse scales shone with black light, but they restrained their anger and became peaceful.

Chu Jian let out a long sigh of relief and released his handprints. In an instant, the five-color flag disappeared.

This was originally exchanged by Chu Jian to deal with the dragon spirit, not a permanent treasure, so after the power was exhausted, the five-color flag naturally disappeared.

Chu Jian slowly stood up and looked back at Zhang Qilin and the others.

Zhang Qilin took the lead in clasping his fists and bowing, doing an ancient etiquette, and Hu Bayi and Wu Sangou also clasped their fists and bowed in turn.

Chu Jian also returned the salute with this:

"Thank you for your help!"

When Chu Jian's voice fell, Jiuzhuxiang accelerated the burning speed at the same time, and soon went out.

At the same time, a gust of wind rose and gradually disappeared. Wherever it passed, the lotus lanterns extending into the distance were all extinguished.

Chu Jian looked away, and clasped his fists again to show his gratitude.