Chapter Eighty-Four: Flying Sword, Bilong!

Zhang Yunpeng's head suddenly cracked, and a golden bird flew out of it, this scene startled Wang Yurou's mother and daughter, and even Gu Xiaoyun, who had always been nervous, screamed in fright.

"Ahh ......" The earth-shattering scream actually shattered the glass on the table, and the glass around the hotel was also shaken by the terrifying scream, and countless tiny cracks appeared.

The other people present were also shocked by the sudden scream, and their ears were tingling, and they hurriedly covered their ears with their hands, so that they could feel better.

The screaming stopped, Gu Xiaoyun stared blankly at the photo of Zhang Yunpeng's body in his hand, and muttered to himself: "How can this be?" Could it be that I opened it the wrong way? Then his eyes went black and he fainted.

"Xiaoyun!" Wang Yurou exclaimed, her body suddenly turned into a red smoke, and she quickly floated to Gu Xiaoyun's side, rolling up Gu Xiaoyun, who was about to fall to the ground, and flew towards the hotel.

Zhang Yunpeng had already flown to the confused shoulders at this time, and when he saw Gu Xiaoyun's sudden outburst, he muttered to himself in confusion: "I actually woke up!" And it's a rare sonic ability! ”

Zhang Yunpeng slapped him hard with his wings, and shouted: "Okay! I don't have time to give you emotion, it's important to run for your life! ”

Confused, he came back to his senses, and said to Zhang Yunpeng embarrassedly: "Hehe, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted when I saw the awakening of human beings for the first time!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Zhang Yunpeng shout violently: "Be careful! ”

In the next second, a sword light slashed down from the top of the confused head, splitting his puppet body in half, and the confused body in the puppet's body could not dodge this sword, and was also divided in two by the sharp sword light, but fortunately, this sword did not hurt the fire of confusion, allowing him to save his life.

"Damn it!" Zhang Yunpeng scolded secretly, he actually forgot that Ouyang Bufan's flying sword could change direction at will, thinking that it would be fine if he dodged the first attack.

However, Zhang Yunpeng also knew that the robot could quickly recover as long as the fire was unharmed, so Zhang Yunpeng quickly grabbed the body that was divided into two halves, flapped his wings and flew out of the hotel.

With Zhang Yunpeng's current speed, even if he grabbed the confused small body, he was several times faster than a bullet, and he rushed out of the hotel almost instantly. But when he came to the hotel, Zhang Yunpeng was startled by the formation on the street outside the hotel.

I saw hundreds of soldiers with real guns and live ammunition pointing their guns at Zhang Yunpeng, who had just flown out of the hotel, but what really made Zhang Yunpeng jealous was the ten young men who were dressed the same as Ouyang Bufan, each of them had a flying sword floating in front of them, and the tips of the ten swords were also pointing in the direction of Zhang Yunpeng trembling slightly, Zhang Yunpeng was sure that only the slightest movement of himself would be torn to pieces by countless bullets and these ten flying swords.

"Nima! What a big scene! Zhang Yunpeng was speechless, but he was still a lot relieved, because including Ouyang Bufan, the highest cultivation of the monks present was only Ouyang Bufan's cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, and the others were only able to reach the foundation building period. Although Zhang Yunpeng himself is only in the early stage of the grandmaster, at his current speed, Zhang Yunpeng believes that as long as he is not the old monster of the Yuan Infant stage, he can escape safely, of course, the premise is to throw away the burden of confusion grasped in his claws.

In the hotel, Ouyang Bufan broke away from Zhang Yunpeng's vacuum cage, and walked out with a smug face, saying as he walked: "Demon! Sure enough, the original form is revealed, you little bird spirit is not staying in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, what are you doing in Yanjing City, and you are also with this monster from the outer land, the demon and the monster are really a perfect match! ”

Zhang Yunpeng was half angry at his 'demon', took a sharp breath and turned his head to Ouyang Bufan, who had just come out of the hotel, and scolded: "Demon your sister, you TM is a demon, your whole family is a demon, your TM family is a shemale, what is a shemale?" Shemales are hybrids of demons and humans............"

Countless vicious and unbearable words that specifically greeted each other's maternal relatives popped out of Zhang Yunpeng's mouth like fried beans, making everyone present open their mouths in shock, and Ouyang Bufan, the party in Zhang Yunpeng's mouth, stood on the spot, his fingers trembling and pointed at Zhang Yunpeng in the air for a long time, speechless.

Have you ever heard such vicious words from a monk who has always cultivated himself? Ouyang Bufan has been praised as a genius by the sect since he was a child, everyone is polite to him, even his elders have never said a word to him, which has also developed his arrogant and domineering character, so the master let him come to the dragon group to experience it to kill his spirit. But he never thought that as soon as he arrived in the Dragon Group, he offended Wang Yurou, the leader of the Red Dragon Group, for some reason, and he was also seriously injured by Wang Yurou and almost died. But even so, his elders did not punish him, but instead aimed at Wang Yurou, who injured him.

All of the above made Ouyang Bufan even more unscrupulous, but he was still smart and didn't dare to provoke those in the dragon group that he couldn't provoke, and although the people in the dragon group didn't treat Ouyang Bufan very well, they were more polite to him. But Ouyang Bufan, who has always been treated politely, is now scolded by a demon in his mouth with vicious words in front of the public, how can this make her not angry?

Ouyang Bufan, whose face was so angry, pointed at Zhang Yunpeng, and shouted loudly: "Demon, I want you to destroy all your form and spirit today!" As he spoke, he spit out a small sword with a whole body of turquoise, and as soon as the small sword came out, it quickly became larger, and in an instant, it became a three-foot-long sword, and the body of the jade green sword body continued to tremble at extreme speed, making a low sword roar, and the sound of this sword roar was like a dragon's roar.

Zhang Yunpeng was also shocked when he saw this sword, although he didn't know this sword, but he felt a dragon's breath on the sword, he was sure that there must be a dragon's soul in this flying sword.

"The flying sword refined with the dragon soul, it looks like Lao Tzu is going to be unlucky!"

And the monks who surrounded Zhang Yunpeng on the sidelines also exclaimed: "Bilong, the senior brother actually sacrificed Bilong, what kind of monster is this little bird, and it actually has to use the Bilong sword to deal with it?" Could it be that it is the descendant of the old demon carved in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain? ”

And Ouyang Bufan, who had just sacrificed this Bilong sword, was also uncomfortable, his face became pale and bloodless, and his whole body became shaky, but he quickly took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms, and then tilted his head and poured the pills in the porcelain bottle into his mouth, and his face looked better.

But he also regretted it a lot, and secretly ruthless himself was so angry that he sacrificed the Bilong sword to save his life, and now he can only kill this hateful bird who is wrong, and then say to the master that it is the descendant of the old demon of the ten thousand demon mountain carving, so that he can not only avoid the punishment of the master, but also be rewarded by the master. Ouyang Bufan said in his heart.

Then he burst into his mouth and shouted: "Junior brothers, listen to my orders, form a green dragon demon sword formation, and kill this demon for me!" ”

"Yes!" Hearing Ouyang Bufan's order, the monks on the field all had a straight face, and hurriedly pinched the law with both hands, and the flying swords in front of them all flew out one after another, forming a huge circle around Zhang Yunpeng, slowly spinning.

Seeing this posture, Zhang Yunpeng opened his mouth and wailed: "Sword formation! Don't be so exaggerated! ”

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