That was Wu Zong's Haoqi, similar to Jian Hong, and it was a divine power that had transcended the limit of the strength of the mortal fetus in the flesh.

The majestic spirit is majestic, and every time the seemingly ordinary fists and kicks hit, the momentum is like a mountain torrent and avalanche, making Zhu Minglang, who raises his sword to greet him, feel like he is fighting against a majestic and terrible natural disaster, rather than a monk.

His fists, which can collide with sharp swords, are as hard as iron.

His arm could easily flick off the blade, dulling it.

He kicked it, more like a brown ancient beast.

Zhu Minglang took a few steps back, not that he was really afraid of this monk, but on the other side, several Dark Fire Talismans flew over, if he didn't dodge, this flame that directly burned people's souls would bring great pain.

Just after avoiding the Hellfire Fire Talisman, a large swarm of banyan bees was arranged into a blue-black wall, and it fell down violently.

Zhu Minglang tore open the wall of banyan bees with a sword, spun his body in place, and slashed the blade of the sword on the ground, and saw a large flame burning hot on the sword.

This flame is blue and red, attached to the sword, and it will not disappear.

And Zhu Minglang accumulated the strength of his whole body, and waved the sword of blue blood in his hand gorgeously, and saw a long shadow of blue and red flames, soaring from his sword!!

"Canglong Sword!"

Zhu Minglang's sword was dancing, and what danced out was a flaming dragon, and he saw the flaming dragon soaring and coiling above his head with Zhu Minglang's sword dance, the dragon's body was huge and lengthy, and the flames were hot and dazzling......

The bee demon army coiled into a terrifying and weird cloud whirlpool, black smoke miasma, and when Zhu Minglang's sword swept, the flame dragon was swinging its tail in the air, when Zhu Minglang raised it, the flame dragon jumped and bitten, and when Zhu Minglang turned the sword body, the flame dragon was even more spinning and strangling!

The blue and red flame dragon, I don't know how many banyan bees have been extinguished, and the clouds have been dispersed, and in the end, Zhu Minglang pointed the scorching sword in his hand at the Yanghua of the Haoqi Martial Sect.

The Flame Canglong flew away, and at the moment when it was about to disappear, it crashed into the warrior monk Yanghua with its flame body.

Yang Hua walked with his horse, his palms pushed outward, and the brown aura turned into a huge ancient bell, covering the body of the warrior monk, and the body of the flame dragon turned into a raging wave of flames, and even burned out a sea of flames, but the warrior monk didn't seem to be afraid of flames at all, and the clothes on his body did not show any signs of burning.

It's just that Zhu Minglang came with the flames, and the blood sword in his hand was still in a hot state, and the inscriptions were imprinted on his skin, making his whole person look like he had a flame golden body!

"Monk, you are still far away, in the future, you will play less with these flowery intestines, and use them more for cultivation!" Zhu Minglang appeared in front of the warrior monk Yanghua.

"I'll see how you break my mighty golden bell!" The warrior monk Yang Hua raised one foot and stepped wider, and that foot stomped to the ground, feeling that the earth had sunk a little.

At the same time, the majesty on his body was even stronger, and he could see that the ancient clock around him became more solid!

"Then look good. Zhu Minglang said.

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang took out the sword, and the sword quickly took a photo, making the warrior monk Yang Hua subconsciously shrink back, and when he found out that Zhu Minglang's sword actually did not break his own heroic golden bell, Yang Hua couldn't help but smile.

"!!Shh

It was another sword, and the shadow left by the sword was deeper, just in front of the warrior monk Yang Hua, and for a moment Yang Hua thought that the shadow of this sword mark had penetrated his curiosity Jin Zhong, which made Yang Hua's back cold.

"Whew!Whew!Whew!"

Zhu Minglang's speed suddenly became extremely fast, so fast that in the eyes of others, it was as if there were seven or eight sword masters attacking Warrior Monk Yanghua at the same time.

And Zhu Minglang's sword was even faster, the sword shadow of the previous sword was still in the air, and his next few swords had been stabbed out, and gradually, there were more and more remnant sword shadows around Yanghua Jinzhong, so much that it seemed that his Jinzhong was densely filled with black swords!!

In the end, Zhu Minglang's posture and sword shadow turned into a running line together, passing in front of Yanghua's body, and the afterimage and sword shadow behind Zhu Minglang slowly disappeared......

"Puff puff puff ~~~~~~~~!"

The mighty golden bell directly disintegrated, and the warrior monk Yang Hua inside was more like being stabbed in the body by hundreds of swords, and pulled out at the same time!

Bloodshot from the skull, from the chest, from the limbs, from the back......

The powerful Mighty Martial Sect powerhouse was like a punctured blood bag, slowly falling down, and fell on this blood flower painted by his own blood!

He Qingqian was on the side, and the poisonous float in his hand was about to be thrown, and after seeing this scene, his little hand couldn't help but tremble.

Zhu Minglang turned around and showed a smile that made He Qing's shallow creepy face, and said, "Do you also want to experience my stabbing technique, and promise to avoid all the key points." ”

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

She is just a quasi-monarch-level talisman master, and she can't compete with the warrior monk Yanghua head-on, let alone face Zhu Minglang's terrifying swordsmanship.

The masters have fallen, and it is better for a little talisman like her to keep a distance and harass herself.

"Hand over the brocade box, you can go. Zhu Minglang said.

"I already handed it to the referee with a beacon smoke before I came...... Oh, be careful!" He Qingqian suddenly reminded Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang also sensed that there was a hidden evil aura coming from behind, and when he turned around, he saw a ghost dragon already in front of him at some point, and the ghost dragon and ghost claws were terrifying, and it grabbed directly towards his heart!

It was too late for Zhu Minglang to dodge, but fortunately, he directly swung the blade.

The ghost claw is heartbroken, this is a fatal blow, and the person who controls the ghost dragon just wants to wish Minglang's life!

But just as its claws were about to pierce Zhu Minglang's chest, Zhu Minglang's body suddenly shone with molten light, and these lights intertwined into a fire-melting armor, protecting Zhu Minglang's chest.

The ghost dragon's claw failed, and he immediately wanted to escape, but Zhu Minglang's heart was already full of killing intent, he glanced in the direction of the ghost dragon, saw the same eerie and ghostly royal Zhao Chen, and saw his vicious eyes!

This guy had been pretending to be weak before, and only let the bone dragon shoot.

But when he wasn't paying attention, he called out an even more terrifying ghost dragon and wanted to take his life!

Treating this kind of person, Zhu Minglang will not have the slightest mercy, 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 Blood Sword and pointed the tip of the sword at the sky behind him.

Exhale, inhale, Zhu Minglang closed his eyes briefly, and when his eyes opened, those eyes revealed a terrifying glow!