Zhuo Yifan watched Pu Jiao constantly hovering in front of him, as if he was extremely excited and cordial to the blood-drinking sword in his hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, Pu Jiao froze above Zhuo Yifan's head and began to roar loudly again.

"......"

The sound was long, long, like a continuous raindrop, without stopping.

As soon as its roar came out, the clothes of dozens of people in the Sang Gang also began to tear, and then they became sleek and naked, just like those people who ate melons. The same is true of the big brother who took the lead, he covered his hands with all his might, as if he was very afraid that others would see that the worm under him was too small.

The surrounding melon-eating crowd was swept by the sound waves and rolled around on the ground, seeing their bodies tossing and turning on the uneven ground, Zhuo Yifan felt pain for them.

What's more, some of them were punctured by the scum of dishes on the ground, and the blood continued to flow, and after a while, it was as if a blood rain had fallen on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the wails were everywhere, but looking at the terrifying appearance of the monster, everyone did not dare to open their throats and howl hard, so they could only hold their breath hard, but the pain was unbearable, so they struggled to find a balance between the two.

Seeing the blood flowing on the ground, the blood dragon suddenly became excited, and it howled again towards the sky, and then kept sucking the blood.

It was like a sponge, and the blood on the ground was quickly sucked away.

After sucking the blood, it hung above everyone's heads, writhing happily, and its expression was devoid of frightening expression, as amiable as an auspicious thing.

Hearing the strange sounds around her, Situ Yuer still buried her head in Zhuo Yifan's arms, and did not look at everything that was happening in the outside world, so she still didn't know anything about the current situation.

After all, all the disciples of the Sang Gang Sect were all figures with heads and faces, and they must have felt uncomfortable when they made a fool of themselves in front of so many people. Seeing the monster again was not so frightening, and the people were a little eager to try it, as if they wanted to teach the monster a lesson.

Although the man in the lead was also naked, he was gathering the rest of the twenty or so people at the moment, and because his clothes were all torn by the sound of the monster, there was nothing to cover up, so he could only face each other naked.

The man in the lead muttered to everyone for a while, and the others said something to him, and then they began to look around for swords and weapons, and when they got their hands on them, they stood side by side.

"Kill me!"

The man in the lead shouted loudly, and then led the group to run towards the monster.

Zhuo Yifan looked at them in surprise, these people are really outlaws, and even monsters dare to provoke, aren't they asking for their own death?

No wonder the strength of the Shan Sect and even the Righteous Qi Alliance is so powerful, it turns out that the disciples are all people who are not afraid of anything, I don't know if the ignorant are fearless, or the brave are invincible, anyway, such an abnormal behavior made Zhuo Yifan very surprised.

When the two dozen or so people ran around the monster, they scattered, surrounded the monster, and then began to yell at it.

As soon as everyone's voices sounded, the monster's body seemed to tremble for a long time, and it appeared in front of everyone's eyes with fear.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Singing Sect shouted even more fiercely, which in turn made the monster even more afraid.

It can be seen that the disciples of the Sang Gang Sect are using their voices to suppress Pu Lao and make it feel terrified, but it is still difficult to determine whether this method is really effective.

Zhuo Yifan watched quietly, he shook Situ Yu'er, because he felt that she had not moved, and when he checked carefully, he didn't know when she had fainted.

Zhuo Yifan tried her snort and found that she was still breathing evenly, and there was no danger.

The disciples of the Sang Sect were still running around Pu Lao, roaring, trying to suppress its roar with their own momentum.

After being afraid for a while, Pu Lao suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, the sound of "His" continued to lengthen, and the huge sound wave rose into the air like a tornado again, rolling up more than 20 disciples of the Rong Gang Sect.

As the roll got higher and higher, the disciples of the Sang Gang Sect lost their balance and began to struggle in mid-air, and what came out was no longer a uniform roar, but the howl of crying father and mother, and the wailing did not stop.

Pu Lao was still yelling at them, and Zhuo Yifan could clearly see the rising sound waves, like ropes that were constantly pulling upwards, pulling those people into the air.

As they ascended higher and higher, the howls of the disciples of the Singing Sect gradually weakened, and their figures became smaller and smaller, but even so, Pu Jiao did not stop roaring.

After a few moments, Pu Lao stopped roaring, and the disciples of the Gang Sect had already flown to nowhere. Zhuo Yifan guessed that it should be in the sky above his head, as for how high, it is really hard to say, because at this moment, he can't see their figures at all, let alone hear their howls.

Pu Jiao looked at the people who were eating melons with a smug face, and there was a feeling of being dumbfounded.

Just when everyone looked at Pu Prison in confusion and horror, they suddenly pounced dozens of times, and it rained human flesh and mud in the sky.

I saw that the ground was full of stumps, heads, brains, and of course, blood.

Zhuo Yifan found that the people who fell were the disciples of the Shengqi faction, and it could be seen from the clothes they wore just now that such a cruel death made people a little disgusting and trembling.

Pu Lao circled around the crowd of melon-eaters who had no clothes on their bodies, and they screamed in fright, feeling that they would soon be swept into the sky, and then fall down hard. So many people were so frightened that the feces and urine came out, and then rubbed against each other, and the scene was stinky.

Just when everyone was scared and felt that their lives were about to end, Pu Lao suddenly flew towards Zhuo Yifan.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan also began to swing in his heart, although this monster is not as cruel as the second Jianxi, but judging from the killing methods just now, its killing methods are not inferior to the ferocity of Jianxi.

Zhuo Yifan instinctively blocked the blood-drinking sword from himself and Situ Yu'er, wanting to resist Pu Lao's approach.

And after Pu Lao flew to his side, he then spun around him several times, just like he had just circled around the disciples of the Shengjiao Sect.

Just when Zhuo Yifan's heart was in his throat, Pu Jiao suddenly got into the blood-drinking sword, and then everything around him returned to calm.

Zhuo Yifan gasped for breath in fear, the development of things was always unexpected, making it impossible to foresee its truth.

The surrounding melon-eating crowd was still so frightened that they buried their heads in their chests, and after a long while, they found that there was no sound, so they tentatively raised their heads one by one to confirm the current location of Pu Lao.