"Water Moon"

Li Zong's left shoulder shrank, and an ice-blue crescent moon stabbed out from the oblique side of his palm, striking at Zhang Lang's fist. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The crimson flames glowed faintly blue under the reflection of the crescent moon, and in the next moment, the crescent moon shattered, and the fist the size of a sandbag fell straight down.

Hiss!

The moment they made contact, the flames turned from red to black.

A strange wound appeared on the shoulder, and the surroundings were charred black, and a faint black gas penetrated into the flesh and penetrated into the bones inside.

The center of his eyebrows was full of cold sweat, and the violent burning sensation made the bones in his shoulders begin to melt, which was much more painful than a direct knife.

His face was distorted by the pain, and the patterns of the curse mark were beating down and down, making him look particularly hideous and terrifying.

"Zhang Lang, you damn it!"

Li Zong's voice was extremely cold, the writing wheel eyes were spinning wildly, and a pale blue water vapor was steaming all around, and countless subtle, invisible water filaments permeated Zhang Lang's surroundings.

Then suddenly, it shrank towards the middle, and the dense silk threads were like sharp iron nets, and they were fierce.

"Huh!"

Zhang Lang sneered, a single writing wheel eye also emitted a faint red light, he put his five fingers together, and gently drew a circle around him, and countless sparks were like bloodthirsty sharks, instantly biting the barbed wire into pieces.

"Carving insect skills, it's okay to deal with others, deal with me... Although I only have one writing wheel, I can see it clearly. “

In the midst of laughter, Zhang Lang bent his knees, and then, under his feet, a big spinning body, his huge body suddenly rotated like the wind, and with a bang, a lava-like heat wave covered Li Zong.

"Water Wrapping Silk!"

Li Zong gritted his teeth, there was not much spiritual energy left in his body, and his bleeding body seemed to be wailing, he gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Lang with a pair of resentful eyes.

Snort!

The waves of fire under the cover of the sky were cut by the waterline, but a mouthful of blood spurted out of Li Zong's mouth, and if it continued like this, he would have to be consumed to death by Zhang Lang sooner or later, and he had to find a way to escape.

His face turned grim, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

Countless green tendons appeared on his face, hideous like earthworms crawling on his face, and his eyes were like two lanterns bulging outwards unnaturally.

At the same time, Li Zong's feet were in a hurry, and while his body retreated, his hands were pressed back together, and his ten fingers were clasped together like cones, and he pointed hard at the light mask blocked behind him.

"You can't escape!"

Zhang Lang laughed cruelly, and his body immediately rushed forward, and the uncontrollable water entanglement was instantly burned into ashes. At the same time, Zhang Lang's claws flew like flying, slapping Li Zong's waist left and right, like a suddenly closed iron tong, and like a magnet that was firmly attracted, his palms rubbed the air, like touching a rough grinding wheel, and countless sparks splashed in an instant.

Mars, as black as ink, cold and deep, seems to be able to burn even space.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of three consecutive knocks on the door was fixed on the surrounding light mask, Li Zong was so determined that he couldn't care about Zhang Lang in front of him at all, ******** just smash the light mask first.

Click!

The crisp sound fell into the ears of the two, Li Zong's eyes lit up, his toes flipped to the ground, and he leaned back in the air, and at the same time, two blue lights appeared under his feet, which was particularly dazzling.

"Nine flashes of waves!"

The spiritual energy of the whole body was evaporated in an instant, and Li Zong's body paused in the air for a moment, and then it seemed as if he was about to ride the wind and waves and go straight through the sky.

Seven or eight black-robed people, their faces turned white at the same time, and they spurted out a mouthful of blood, staring at Li Zong's back with a shocked expression, and the space behind them seemed to flicker with a faint phantom, as if a huge wave was tearing through the space.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Zhang Lang's face finally changed color, he screamed, clasped his palms on Li Zong's waist, and then closed his palms, grabbing and twisting and wrapping, but it seemed to hit a layer of hazy phantom, and there was a feeling of weakness, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Huh?"

Zhang Lang snorted coldly, especially not giving up, the spiritual power in his body suddenly exploded to an extreme, and then he made a mistake under his feet, his body soared forward, and the index finger of his right hand was like a barb, piercing Li Zong's navel and chest, all the way up.

The black sparks splashed everywhere, and the hazy phantom became more and more blurred, as if there were nine Li Zong in that position in an instant.

The blue light under the other party's feet became more and more dazzling, as if it was about to explode, and Zhang Lang's ears could already hear a dull sound like a tsunami.

Depressed to the extreme, but also boring to the extreme.

"Can the still let you run?" Zhang Lang snorted violently, his index finger suddenly paused, and he buckled at Li Zong's resentful and desperate eyes below.

Snort!

The fingertips were like sharp blades, black flames were like sulfuric acid, and in the overlapping shadows, a black short blade seemed to pierce through countless spaces, inch by inch, inexorably penetrating downward.

The red pupils didn't blink, the black Magatama stared at him stiffly, and the black in the pupils was dramatically enlarged, and everything seemed to have become a slow-motion shadow, and this scene would forever be seared into the other party's heart.

Syllable!

A bright blue light flashed in front of Zhang Lang's eyes, and Li Zong's figure disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Lang stood firmly in place, his eyes looking at the air, as if he was stunned, seven or eight black-robed people stood aside, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Hehe, hehehe, hahahahaha!"

First a chuckle, then a laugh, then a maniacal laugh, and it looked eerie on the hillside of the night.

His right index finger curled slightly, and a scarlet, blood-stained eye was stuck in it, and the blood trickled down his fingertips to the ground, along with some scraps of flesh and bones.

。。。。。。

Tanshui Sect!

The iron vulture sat on the main seat with a gloomy gaze.

Below, the three loess ghosts stood in a row, their clothes were torn, and there were still traces of blood, and behind the loess three ghosts was Wei Ran, who also had an ugly face, and the other 10 sect masters of various factions with panicked expressions.

"Just a blood Shura, it's already so difficult?" There was still three points of surprise in the iron vulture's tone, but after all, he was the one who was the general, and he quickly suppressed the irritability in his heart and thought coldly.

"The fireman is chasing and killing the blood Shura, hehe。。。。。 That's interesting. The iron vulture smiled, but there was not a hint of a smile on his face.

"It seems that the Qingyun Sect is not monolithic!" A sinister glint flashed in the Iron Vulture's eyes, "Do your best to search for traces of the Blood Shura and the Fire Hand。。。。。 At the same time, the news was released, and it was said that the Blood Shura was killed by a sneak attack by the fire hand. “

"Whoa!" Wei Ran and the group of sect leaders took the order awe-inspiringly, and at the same time, the corners of their mouths set off a trace of cold arc.