Looking at the Turkic masters who came to besiege and kill, the sword intent in Zhang Bairen's eyes was brewing!

The ghost king of Montenegro itself is not to be feared, but if you add these dozen Turkic warriors, as well as the Turkic sacrifices that are eyeing each other and do not know the depths, Zhang Bairen feels that things are a little bigger. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Kill!"

When the Turkic warriors came, Zhang Bairen did not show weakness, the long sword in his hand was swung out, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and at the same time, he mobilized the divine power cultivated by the True Water Jade Chapter, and instantly controlled the blood of the other party.

The flow of blood is fundamental to a person's life.

Blood is the bond that spreads power.

It's a pity that Zhang Bairen's kung fu can't get home, he can only affect the other party's blood, and he can't directly burst the other party's heart and blood vessels, otherwise he still needs to spend such strength?

The Turkic warriors suddenly felt that their bodies were stiff, the blood in their bodies flowed backwards, and the severe pain in their hearts struck, invading the entire nerves.

"Kill"

In an instant, five Turkic warriors slashed their heads, and in that brilliant sword intent, five blood flowers burst out.

The five leading Turkic warriors were easily beheaded by Zhang Bairen, and immediately everyone in the audience changed color, and their eyes looked at Zhang Bairen who was blowing a long sword, and they all showed a look of horror.

At this time, Zhang Bairen's long sword was like a dragon going out to sea, rolling up stormy waves, the air was stirred, as if it was a dancing wave, and all the Turkic warriors seemed to be in the midst of stormy waves.

After all, they are also good hands sent by the Turks to besiege and kill Zhang Bairen, all of them are strong men with easy tendons, and their sense of battle is amazing, and everyone took the opportunity to fight with Zhang Bairen.

The Baiyun Daoist watched from a distance, and did not make a move, his own family was not good at hand-to-hand combat at all, and he would definitely be the first to be killed by the Turkic warriors after going up.

To tell the truth, dispatching more than a dozen strong people who are easy to achieve success is indeed worthy of Zhang Bairen, after all, he is only a five-year-old child.

Zhang Bairen's long sword circulated, and the swordsmanship that he comprehended was created by Zhang Bairen after he realized the essence of water.

No matter how high your martial arts cultivation is, as long as you make a move, there will be flaws, and Zhang Bairen is against your flaws, if you don't go back to defend yourself, you will definitely die before Zhang Bairen.

Zhang Bairen's swordsmanship is sometimes manic and bursting, like a vast ocean, boundless, and sometimes like a faint stream, moisturizing things silently. Immediately the sword intent flowed, but it seemed to be a stormy waterfall, like a thunderbolt with unstoppable power, the virtual and the real were uncertain, although the remaining dozen Turkic warriors lined up in formation, but in the face of Zhang Bairen, they only had the ability to parry, and they had no power to fight back.

In the realm of cultivation, the importance of martial arts is obvious.

"Whoosh" Zhang Bairen found the right opportunity, after blocking the slashing of the Turkic soldiers with a sword, he removed all the knives, and instantly turned the real water, and the two Turkic soldiers in front of him looked at Zhang Bairen with a pair of frightened eyes, and watched the long sword pierce into his throat, and the companions on the side could not be rescued, so they could only watch weakly.

"Goo-goo" blood splattered, and the two Turkic warriors fell to the ground with long knives in their hands, covering their throats with one hand, and pointing at Zhang Bairen with the other, babbling in their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but they couldn't say it after all.

After he died, he also knew why Zhang Bairen was able to easily kill several previous Turkic generals, but unfortunately his throat had been cut by Zhang Bairen, and he never had a chance to tell the truth.

Seeing that Zhang Bairen killed seven people in a row in an instant, Tuoba Sacrifice's face suddenly changed, and the old ghost of Montenegro smiled coldly: "Let's make a move, this kid is so difficult, and I don't know if it's a pervert trained by that old guy." ”

As he spoke, he saw the old ghost of Montenegro scratching on the ground, and the body of the Turkic soldier who died before moved, and there was no response.

The old ghost of Montenegro's face changed: "What about the soul? Why don't you see the soul of the dead soldier?"

The Turkic priest looked at the field with a pair of eyes at this time, and sighed lightly: "Boy, I have to say that you are indeed the real pride of the heavens, but it's a pity...... You shouldn't be an enemy of my Turks, and it is your honor to die at the hands of the old man. ”

After finishing speaking, the priest took out a gourd in his hand, slowly opened the gourd, and saw tiny centipedes flying out.

Yes, it did fly out, as if it was lightning, and burrowed into the bodies of the Turkic soldiers who had died before, only to hear a 'crunch' and 'crunch' sound, and the corpses of all the Turkic soldiers turned into a skin bag and fell empty.

"Little gentleman, be careful, this is a descendant of the Flying Centipede, with the blood of the ancient Flying Centipede, as long as you are targeted by this Flying Centipede, unless it is a real person of the Yang God, you must be relieved" The Baiyun Taoist took a step and escaped in an instant.

The centipede was fiery red, as if it was a red lantern in the dark night, and it looked quite charming, interspersed in the Turkic array at this time, attacking Zhang Bairen.

"It's really difficult" If it weren't for Zhang Lihua behind him, Zhang Bairen would have run away a long time ago.

"This flying centipede descendant is invulnerable, invulnerable, water and fire, boy, you can enjoy it," the Turkic priest laughed wildly.

"Left Dao on the side door" Zhang Bairen snorted coldly, and a trace of Zhuxian sword qi in his body instantly fell into the long sword, only to see the long sword sword vertical and horizontal, the sword intent burst out, under the shroud of the sword intent, even the flying centipede began to react sluggishly.

"Poof"

"Poof"

As if it was sulfuric acid, the blood eroded the earth into pits, and the three flying centipedes instantly turned their heads into two sections under the sword intent of Zhu Xian.

"It's amazing!" exclaimed the Baiyun Daoist in the distance.

The Turkic sacrifice on one side and the old ghost of Montenegro are all changing their complexions, this flying centipede is invulnerable, invulnerable, and invulnerable, at this time, he was actually cut by the kid in front of him with a sword, how great is this kid's sword power.

"Come back! As many flying centipedes give bone joints, you have as many hearts, and you can't kill them!" The Turkic priest's face remained unchanged.

"Really?" Zhang Bairen smiled coldly, the long sword in his hand danced, and suddenly came out of his hand, as if it was dancing out of thin air, and was restrained by his palm back and forth, moving left and right around his body, and he didn't care about it in all directions, so that the Turkic soldiers couldn't get close for a while.

"Bang"

The sword intent at the wound of the flying centipede suddenly exploded, no matter how many hearts you have in the flying centipede, the soul is gone, and you are just a vegetative person, or it is also the end of death.

"Come back" the priest patted the gourd again, the flying centipedes on the ground did not react, and the remaining few flying centipedes instantly burrowed into the earth, and the land seemed to turn into water at the feet of several flying centipedes.

Zhang Bairen's face changed, and the flying centipede burrowed into the earth, this is a fatal thing, and he has no way to prevent it.

"Come back, come back for me!" looked at the flying centipede that had been cut off on the ground, and the Turkic priest said with an anxious face.

"Don't shout, the dead flying centipede has been scattered" The old ghost of Montenegro sighed lightly, and at this time he was secretly afraid in his heart: "This kid's sword intent is really domineering, as long as the middle technique is the end of the soul, fortunately it was not ordered to be cut on me, otherwise the old ghost and I will be more than lucky." ”

"Boy, you dare to kill my baby, we are not finished today" Tuoba was furious, the descendants of this flying centipede are extremely difficult to cultivate, even if it is a few hundred years, they may not be able to cultivate one, if it is not for their good luck, how can these flying centipedes in front of him be bred?

"What can you do if you kill me? You are only allowed to kill me, not me?" Zhang Bairen sneered, the long sword in his hand twisted again, the hilt was three feet away from the palm of his hand, and it continued to dance around his body.

"Poof"

"Poof"

Two more Turkic soldiers were cut by Zhang Bairen's throat, and the Turkic priest on one side pinched the trick in his hand, only to see the blood of the dead soldier flowing out, and it slowly formed a strange pattern, 'flowing' towards Zhang Bairen.

"Be careful, this is the curse technique of the Turks," Baiyun Daoist shouted in the distance.

The "mouthy" priest glared at Bai Yun, not caring about Bai Yun, and now the main thing to deal with was Zhang Bairen in front of him.

"Kill!"

The old ghost of Montenegro turned into black smoke and burrowed into the ground, and when he reappeared, he grabbed the soles of Zhang Bairen's feet with one hand, and wanted to drag him into the ground.

"Looking for death" The sword light in Zhang Bairen's hand was vertical and horizontal, slashing towards the ghost claw under his feet, only to hear a shout, the old ghost hurriedly let go of his palm, but Zhang Bairen's speed was too fast, and there was still a trace of sword intent into the old ghost's skin, drilling into his body.