That shot really deserves the praise of "sinking like a heavy mountain, crashing like thunder", and the gunman has all kinds of skillful skills against the enemy, so there is a saying that a thief of a hundred soldiers.

He is strong, he is strong, and I am unmoved. The knife that should have been violently attacked did not move, but the gun preemptively struck, and a bit of cold light burst out from the cold air of the silver jiao, stabbing Ao Bugui in the heart.

The more chivalrous the gunman, the less murderous.

I cultivate the domineering gun, not the common life gun, nor the chivalrous gun, so there is a way to kill and look down on all beings!

Ao Bugui laughed loudly, his left arm stood up and forcibly withstood the blow of the white dragon, and a clear bone cracking sound sounded, and he only frowned slightly and his deformed arm returned to its original state.

Ten thousand miles of dragon champs, really extraordinary.

A backhand slapped on the neck of the white dragon, and the tall divine horse fell to the ground with a roar, Yue Zhen's body shook, and a dragon-headed silver mark suddenly appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and a mouthful of blood spurted out under a muffled snort, on the contrary, the white horse suffered a palm blow that should have been killed with one blow and got up unharmed and left the battlefield.

Interesting, for the sake of the head beast, is it worth it?

Ao Bugui pursed his lips and smiled, that seal is very familiar.

I said how can the old face of the flower emperor not be stopped and do not regret attacking Qilin City, Yue Zhi does not have such a big face, it turned out to be here with you.

Inserting the white horse into the ground, Yue Qian ripped off the white hemp on his head, and the dragon head loomed, as if it could dissipate at any time.

"Good understanding," Ao Bugui applauded without hesitation in the slightest, how old is Yue Qian? How old is the Flower Emperor Tang Bo? How old is the Flower Emperor?

Tearing off the white robe, Yue Qian's eyes were indifferent: "The Flower Emperor has two dreams, Yue Qian's big dream of Spring and Autumn, he is foolish, and he doesn't know his true meaning." ”

"Fart, Martial God's Spear, Big Dreams, Foolish Qualifications? I can't remember the thirty-three days of the Ancient Sect 484 that you really deserved to be destroyed by the domineering Dragon Guard! Hua Huang is so daring, Yue Qian is so courageous!" Ao Bugui angrily rushed to the crown: "At the end of the law, the sect should die, go against the sky, and do not enter the reincarnation!"

Yue Qian held the white horse with both hands: "The name of this gun is Bai Ju, have you ever seen it? "The sea of clouds in the distance is stained with ink, the heavens and the earth tremble, the cracks in the sky are everywhere, and the storm spreads for thirty-three days and one hundred and eighty states, devouring everything!

Ao Bugui didn't speak, the dragon scales on both sides of his cheeks were all over, and his pupils suddenly contracted and pulled up his vertical pupils.

With this gun, slaughter the Heavenly Dragon.

That's crazy.

"Reincarnated?" the dragon man raised his knife, his momentum like a rainbow. The Imperial Heaven Realm descended on the Hongmeng True Realm, and wiped out the four hundred and eighty-four sects of xenophobia, among which there was the Ascending Dragon Dao Master Spear Immortal Honglie who said that the gun provoked the eighteen people of the Dao Dragon Guard, which is not strong.

The sound of hunting wind, the air flow surging into the tail of the gun, Yue Qian drew the gun and instantly lit out one hundred and twenty-eight cold rays, and one hundred and twenty-eight air cones pierced Ao Bu Return, the pear blossoms in the sky were like raindrops, and the iron tree silver hook fell into the cold light!

The world praised the rainstorm pear flower gun, saying that its gun was impermeable, and in the hands of Yue Qian, this rainstorm pear fancy dance clearly showed the domineering of Lihai upside down.

Ao Bugui exhaled, wiped the blade with his left hand, the blood was dripping, the king of the earth was angry, the true god calmed the soul, cut the blood to the extreme, Yin Hong split out, a drop of blood is a dragon, there are sixty-nine drops of blood in one palm, and there are sixty-nine sinful dragon souls swept out of the blade and hit the air cone.

This move is still fighting against each other, and the two will make another move!

The white horse and the slash collided in mid-air, rolling up thousands of feet of sand and gravel, and eight terrifying rifts appeared below the two of them, spreading into the distance.

The so-called eight poles are the eight directions of east, west, south, north, northeast, northwest, southeast, and southwest, and the so-called eight poles are the simplest and most straightforward nouns that explain the world and the world.

Of course, this is an exaggeration, and no one has ever seen anyone who can really fight the earth cracking and the sky collapsing, the eight poles falling, the eight poles falling to Shenzhou and the land sinking, and the heaven and earth are upside down and numerology is disordered.

The battlefield was suddenly divided, the ravines rumbled into the distance, and the red-eyed Blood Floating Tu completely ignored the strict formation began to scatter, from time to time there were comrades who broke away from the formation and lost the sweep and shelter of the wolf heavy weapon, and the beaten battle armor was shattered and suffered heavy losses, and even more tragic was even broken by the Qilin armor or other enemies who rushed up, and the bones of the body were shattered, and the life of the spring was killed at the moment.

Xuanhu was red-eyed, gritted his teeth and charged, the Nine Heavens Red Moon Cold Wolf Yin Stone Yin and Yang Blade in his hand was horizontal on the horse's back, and then he held a war knife and pointed straight ahead, plus the hideous barbs on the cold wolf armor on the war horse looked like a heavily armored hedgehog.

The so-called Yin and Yang Blade is a war knife with curved blades at both ends without a tail, except for Yan Jue with bare hands, the armor of the Blood Floating Slaughter is this Yin and Yang Blade, the lethality is large enough, and if you don't die, you won't put down your weapon, although the durability of stone weapons is not as sharp as that of iron or other metals, but the blade of the Nine Heavens Red Moon Cold Wolf Yin Stone Weapon is melted and corroded bit by bit with the blazing dragon blood of the sin dragon, and the corrosive and thermal power of the dragon clan has been etched and formed after thousands of years, how can it be that it has been broken and dulled after thousands of years?

The back and forth charges chiseled back and forth, and the completely undisciplined sprint and killing of the Blood Floating Slaughter seemed to be reckless and demented, but it was the continuous collision that Xuanhu commanded again and again without regularity and without an established route and completely improvised, which forcibly tore apart the rigorous array of several armies, completely disrupted their formations, and was immediately annihilated by the iron cavalry and iron armor that swarmed up or passed by, and then tore to pieces!

The wisdom of the Xuanhu lies in the ferocity and cunning, the first thing on the battlefield is momentum, and the second is military strength!

The Blood Floating Massacre has a long reputation in the Heavenly Domain, no matter when and where it charges, no matter how many enemies there are, no matter how strong the enemy is, the Blood Floating Massacre will always have only two words - rush and kill!

From eight thousand to six thousand, from six thousand to two thousand, the blood floating slaughter with one enemy hundred, with one enemy thousand without retreating, Xuan Tianhao sat down for a thousand miles of dragon travel a day to attack thousands of miles, from one end of the Qilin Plains to the other, two thousand three hundred miles a day, carrying a thousand catties of cold wolf armor, until the end, almost burned the blood of the wind in the body!

"Blood Floating Slaughter, dismount, form a formation!" Xuanhu's roar is angry, the dragon is angry when it encounters battle, the dragon is crazy when it sees blood, and the war horse is not good, so come to the dignified and righteous life: "Before the commander comes back, don't stop, remember to go to the Death Battalion and your brothers, their corpses are still hot, and they are still watching! Whoever dares to give me a retreat today, scared, or tired, will give me a bloody floating slaughter!"

Unconsciously, there was no one around, Xuan Tianhao's expression was hideous, the smoke and dust in front of him dissipated, and the white-clothed silver spear crawled out of the ground, without Xuan Tianhao's order, only three hundred foot soldiers were left Blood Futu unloaded the sharpness of the Yin and Yang Blade, and with the knife in one hand, they all faded the cold wolf armor on their bodies!

With three hundred to one, with the royal road to the bright road.

Ao Bugui came from afar in a hurry, stopped in the middle of the air and twitched in the corner of his eyes, the Blood Floating Slaughter is Yan Jue's hard work, very brave, in this kind of battlefield, I believe that the Blood Floating Slaughter will not snort if Yan Jue dies, but the Yue family is invincible, the spear immortal Honglie is invincible, and he is called the Emperor Wu, and the bloody Blood Floating Slaughter has drawn his knife and has formed a formation, and he is now shooting to kill Yue Zhen, which is simply an insult to the Blood Floating Massacre.

"The eldest prince is optimistic, although my Blood Floating Slaughter is young, I have not insulted the extreme blood, and I have not lost the face of the commander, Deputy General Xuan Tianhao, don't pass by!" Xuanhu wiped his face and roared loudly.

"Farewell!" Blue flames rose from the depths of his pupils, dragon scales climbed up his cheeks, and dragon horns broke through his skin.

On this day, the war is like the sun, and the sun is not falling on this day.

Damn, don't leave it at that? Ao Bugui grinned bitterly, the little bastard will not come back, and this group of Zhengtian Heroic Spirits will only follow me in the future.

Yue Qian spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and the white horse was still bright silver.

"Rush!" The triangular formation led by Xuanhu launched a charge, a hearty death fight, and a good earth cracking.

It wasn't until later that Yan Juedu never named his army after the Blood Floating Massacre, and he never left his army again.