Chapter 300: The Dragon King's Anger and Splashing Thousands of Miles (4)

Burst!

The moment the pitch-black arrow feather flew out of Wukong's hand, it carried a sharp whistling sound, and the air flickered left and right, constantly changing the trajectory, as fast as a meteor, making it difficult to predict the flight trajectory. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The crab spirit was stunned for an instant, but he didn't expect Wukong to come as soon as he said it, and his movements were so fast.

"You?"

He looked a little flustered, and when he was about to dodge, it was too late, so he had no choice but to wave his six arms to hurriedly block.

In the chaos, he heard a few soft sounds of poof, poof, and poof, and in a rain of blood, the pitch-black arrows cut off his three arms one after another, and pierced his left shoulder blade, before he could stop castration.

The crab spirit endured the pain, and took a dozen steps back before he could barely stand still.

He looked down at his injuries, three of his six arms were broken, and the other three arms were also rotten and fleshy, and the flesh was blurred.

This is really too miserable, since he became the god of war of the dragon clan, how could he have suffered such a tragic defeat.

Burst!

A burst of anger rushed to him, his body shook, his mouth was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Whoosh!

A few people immediately rushed up from behind, protected his body with all hands and feet, and hurriedly retreated.

For a while, the field was a little silent.

Looking at the Huaihe Water Army again, there were three generals in a row, but they lost three games in a row, which is really a bit miserable.

"Damn!" the red-haired Elder He was a little annoyed.

He turned his head to look at the black people behind him, and found that many of them were hanging their heads, not daring to look directly at him.

"His grandmother's, you rice buckets, why are you scared?"

He let out a lion roar and glared at him, but found that no one was willing to fight, and he suddenly felt a feeling of hatred in his heart.

"Who else wants to clean up that stinky monk?"

It's a pity that he waited for a long time, and still no one was willing to go out.

"Okay, you rabbit cubs, usually show off their might, run rampant and domineering, more vicious than the four fierces, why did they become bear toads and soft persimmons at critical moments?"

He blushed with anger, stretched out his hand and pointed at the gang of subordinates one by one, and said angrily: "You bastards, wait for me, see how I clean you up when I go back!" After speaking, he shook the spirit banner in his hand, and wanted to take action himself.

Wukong snorted lightly, it seems that it is not possible to have a good time without fighting today.

Fighting snakes and hitting seven inches, it seems that if you don't clean up the red-haired old ghost today, it will be impossible to collect the troops easily.

"Stinky monkey, come on!" Elder He held the spirit flag, raised his eyebrows, and stepped across from Wukong in a few steps, and the spirit flag in his hand pointed obliquely forward, wanting to poison Wukong.

Wukong clasped his hands on his chest and looked at each other coldly.

This kind of small role, he hasn't taken it to heart yet.

"Wait!"

Fahai walked up to Wukong from behind, pulled Wukong's sleeve, and whispered: "This red-haired old ghost, mana is not shallow, just watching you fight for a long time, my hands are already itchy, or this guy, just leave it to me to clean up for the time being, right?"

Wukong replied: "Okay, okay, I'll stay aside for that poor monk first, and learn from Senior Brother Fahai!" After speaking, he waved his sleeves in a dashing manner, walked to the side easily, and gave up the battle position.

In fact, Wukong had already secretly observed, although this red-haired mana cultivation was slightly higher than the previous three monsters, but for him, to put him down, that is, a matter of minutes, just when he felt bored, Fahai stood up at the right time, he just borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and gave up the battlefield.

"Hmph, you little bald donkey, it's not so easy to leave at this time!"

As soon as Elder He saw that Wukong was leaving, he quickly pointed the spirit banner in his hand at Wukong, and with a shock of one hand, a white skull screamed and slammed into Wukong's back.

"Hmph, are you trying to ignore my existence?"

Fahai, who had been quietly watching the battle, was already very unhappy at the bottom of his heart by the other party's bald donkey and bald donkey, and his hands had long been itchy, and now he saw that this red hair was still engaged in some kind of sneak attack and surprise attack, and a nameless fire in his heart suddenly burst out.

"I'm going to fight you!"

The bowl in his hand was lightly raised, and when he saw the skull coming, he swung his legs in a vertical leap, and the instep stretched like iron, "With a bang, he hit the skull in the forehead, and instantly kicked the skull, exploding it into white powder."

"Hmph, it's shameless to be so old that you still learn to play sneak attacks with children!" Fahai glanced at the corners of his mouth, his toes shook, and a piece of powder fluttered down.

"Bold!"

The red-haired man shook the spirit banner in his hand, and said fiercely: "Okay, you two wild monks, it's just enough to shield the murderer without permission, and now you have hurt my life three times and twice, what crime should you be guilty of?"

"Harboring a murderer?" Fahai rolled his eyes, then turned his head, glanced at Wukong, and asked with a smile, "Senior Brother Kongkong, what kind of murderer did you say, have you seen it?"

"I don't understand!" Goku raised his hands to his chest and parted them to the sides, shrugging his shoulders in an inexplicable expression.

"Hehe, I said red hair, you also saw it just now, but here are all ordinary people, helpless, and there are no murderers at all. And what kind of murderer are you talking about, who was killed, who was the murderer, and what evidence is there that there is?"

"What's there, who is not who, the evidence is not evidence, when was he arrested in the water tribe asked for evidence?"

Elder He was stunned when he heard this, then turned his head to look at his subordinates, and said angrily: "Hmph, of course there is evidence, the people in this city, every one of them is full of evil, and their hands are stained with the blood of the third prince of my family, if you don't believe it, you go and see the people in the city, which family's water tank is not full of dragon meat, and which one did not participate in that despicable massacre!"

"Dragon meat?"

"Third prince?"

Hearing this, Fahai folded his hands and hurriedly said, "Amitabha, may I ask the donor, who are you immortals?

"Hmph, little monk, you listen to me!" The red-haired man pursed his lips and said with a proud face: "We are the army of the Huaihe Dragon Palace Water Tribe, and the third prince is the young master of my family!"

"Amitabha, what a sin!"

Fahai immediately said with a compassionate face: "It's really regrettable that the third prince died innocently, but I don't know how the third prince's mana cultivation is?"

Elder He immediately said with a proud face: "The young master of my family, although he is still young, he is talented, diligent and studious, he is twelve years old, and his mana cultivation is already approaching the old man!"

"Oh, then I don't know what about the donor's mana realm?"

"Hmph!" Elder He snorted coldly, "The deity is not talented, it's only in the late stage of Taixuan!" After speaking, the mana of the whole body was running, the aura was agitated, and the momentum of the late stage of Taixuan was instantly exposed.

"Okay, good, really good mana!" Fahai applauded lightly, and praised in his mouth: "Look at the donor's mana cultivation, it is very extraordinary, it is already the realm of the late Taixuan period, I think the third prince, the proud son of the sky, is at least the realm of the middle stage of Taixuan, right?"

"Hmph, that's nature!" the red-haired man snorted coldly, as if he was very proud of his young master.