Chapter 550: The Battle of the Bloody Sea Mansion

The wave blade of the Misty Valley Twin Staff cut through the air, and its sound was like a roar, but the other party had already taken advantage of this subtle gap to pounce up, a magical purple feather glowing with terrifying brilliance, and under the light, there was a series of attacks like a violent wind and rain, the light and light were connected, the style was connected, fast, ruthless and poisonous!

Meng Ke didn't retreat or hide, he stood upright, and the Migu double staff in his hand suddenly skyrocketed tenfold to intercept the block, and it was as urgent as flying, and every time he made a shot, he was extremely accurate, only a series of sonorous shocks were heard, and the opponent's eighty-eight attacks had been completely blocked!

The figure staggered a little and landed on the ridge, Meng Ke took the opportunity to look at him, that was a man in his early fifties, full of thoughts, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a thin mouth under the slightly hooked nose, which looked full of fierceness and violence!

The choking smoke has flooded the roof, rolling abruptly, drifting to the ground, and there are figures running around to kill, the sound of shouting and shouting is hidden in the smoke, and the figures are also hidden in the smoke, it looks like it is far away, like in a nightmare, so hazy, so confused and confused.........

Under the heavy smoke, Meng Ke's smiling face doll mask looked more and more cold and fierce, and the red lips and white teeth of the mask were more bright and dazzling, like the appearance of a demon boy that has been legendary for thousands of years, like the nameless ghost god enshrined in the deep mountain temple suddenly resurrected from the thunderbolt of thunder and fire, with such a gloomy and vicious rhyme, and in this rhyme, how many terrifying vulture mighty meanings are infiltrated...... The middle-aged man's breath was a little short, he glared at Meng Ke for a moment, waved the purple dragon-shaped wand in his hand, and said in a rough voice: "I haven't heard of you in Haifu, friend, report your magical title?" ”

Meng Ke said calmly: "Sooner or later, you will also know that now is not the time to ask for a surname, is it?" ”

The middle-aged man sneered hoarsely and said, "Great, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to force your roots!" ”

Meng Ke said coldly: "You can try." ”

In the oblique stab, a figure flashed on the ground, and a big man in white rushed over silently, and a large U-shaped magic horseshoe he was holding suddenly sent out a blade-like Z-shaped lightning bolt and slashed at Long Zunwu's thigh!

The middle-aged man surnamed Hou had a hard gaze, and his footsteps swirled up, and the purple dragon wand danced like snow all over the sky, and a strong wave of light hugged the top of his head!

The big cloak of the shawl suddenly flew away, and Meng Ke's Misty Valley double staff suddenly emitted a wave of light and turned up and slashed, and with a "click", the magic weapon in the hand of the sneaking attack broke in response, and the entire abdomen was also disemboweled from the bottom up!

Under the reflection of the firelight, the twin rods of the Misty Valley emitted thousands of waves, and the illusion was imprinted in the air, as if they had all come to life at once!

The dragon Xing purple wand shook sharply, the middle-aged man bared his teeth and cracked his mouth, his face changed color and slanted backwards, Meng Ke drank like thunder, like a cloud so free and easy to follow, his arms waved, the sound of "poo" and "po" broke through the air like a ghost crying, and the golden mangs intertwined and flew, vertical and horizontal like ten thousand stars piercing the edges!

The middle-aged man surnamed Hou gritted his teeth and struggled to resist, intercepting and blocking, bringing up the cold and shining, but he was like a madman who met the eight-armed Nezha, Ren was so desperate, but he was also defeated, overstretched, and the left and right robes were torn.......

With a soft "click", a large piece of flesh flew away from the wand of the valley, and the blood on the shoulder of the middle-aged man splattered, and his teeth grinded in pain, and he staggered backwards.

There was no room for maneuver to give the enemy, Meng Ke went up and down again, and with a shudder, the 10,000-point starlight and light flow emitted by the wand flashed together, suddenly covering the enemy!

The middle-aged man surnamed Hou roared, and waved his staff with a brilliant light, but at the moment before he could pull it back, the wand of the Lost Valley had suddenly skyrocketed tenfold and inserted it into his lower abdomen!

The screams seemed to be able to tear out people's liver and intestines, and the middle-aged man was like a stone without consciousness, planted heavily under the house, and the purple dragon-shaped wand in his hand also threw the old high ...... into the air.

Four more white-clothed men screamed and rushed towards Meng Ke's side, however, a few steps away, the house they were standing on had collapsed under a short sway!

The tiles and flames splashed each other, shooting out the wood and mud chips with the flames, and Meng Ke rolled on the spot and hid behind the rockery.

This is a small wreath, but now it is no longer like a garden, the magicians on both sides are fighting in chaos, only to see the waves like practice, the fire dragon splashed blood, the screams from the throats of the people are so wild and powerful, it seems that the most primitive beast nature completely comes out of the veins, it seems that the latent cruelty grows in an instant, everyone's eyes are full of ferocity, and all of them have a fierce look, as if they have forgotten everything outside their bodies, only one word keeps shouting in their hearts - kill! Kill! Kill!

Three big men in white are fighting three strong men in variegated clothes, one of them is a man with a gray conical short magic wand, smashed into the left flank of a big man in white in an instant, in the crisp cracking sound of bones, the big man in black was thrown out, his two companions were about to come forward to rescue, here, another big man with messy hair has waved an iron rod over, the magic wave just smashed the head of the big one of the two enemies who wanted to rescue, and the brain and blood were marked half a foot high!

Time was so unforgiving, the only remaining man in white suddenly rolled on the ground, the U-shaped horseshoe in his hand emitted a strong Z-shaped magic lightning that seemed to fly, and the ground was sharply sharpened, the cold light flashed, and the gray-clothed man's feet were cut off at ankles!

Roaring, another yellow-clothed character jumped over, waved the crystal wand in his hand and smashed it down, the black-clothed man laughed miserably, and suddenly swept the large magic horseshoe in his hand straight up, when the crystal wand smashed the skull of the man in white, and the U-shaped magic horseshoe of the man in white also fell into the crotch of the man in yellow, and the two of them howled and died miserably, stacked together!

On the other side, two more white-shirted men rushed towards the remaining brother with messy hair!

Meng Kefu was together, he had already waved the double wands in his hand, sending out a wave of qi, overturning ten people in white, he watched the battle situation evolve tragically, but he didn't know how many enemies there were, surging forward again.

With a "snort", a small black conical magic wand pierced into the chest of a man wearing a leather jacket, and the white-clothed figure who was successful laughed wildly and waved his magic wand and jumped up.

Screaming, six big men in variegated clothes were slashing four white-clothed characters with their wands, and they didn't know where they came from, and a wand that was half broken just trembled and ...... on the back of a green-robed man.

The figure is like a fallen leaf in the wind, so chaotic and fluttering, and human life has become so worthless, how many years have it grown so big, but it is only over in an instant, at most there is only a cry, a cry of sorrow, or a series of short and unwilling moans to accompany it......