Chapter 660

Once in his heyday, Taoist Youran, or to be exact, this strong man of Weiyang nationality who borrowed the body of Taoist Youran, his cultivation is obviously by no means divine!

He is very likely to be a fairy, and even the planet is not impossible, but because of the original war, he was seriously injured and his recovery was slow, so what he can show now is the power of God.

It is for this reason that even if Wang Baole's soul is haunted and the four magic powers of Wanjie Qiansheng are applied, he has obtained this almost impossible opportunity for himself, but the instinctive resistance of Taoist Youran under the crisis of life and death cannot be underestimated.

At this moment, Taoist Youran's eyes showed that he was struggling and seemed to wake up. Wang Bao's eyes were more decisive. Instead of wavering in his heart, he raised the idea of retreating. On the contrary, his speed was faster and his momentum was stronger. At the same time, the operation of cultivation was improved again, almost like a potential explosion, like a meteor surrounded by lightning, towards Taoist Youran, and the moment was approaching!

The speed was extremely fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, Wang Baole and his flying sword were close around. With his candle grabbing the emperor's armor, the God's bone hand fell directly on the head of Taoist Youran, and Taoist Youran's head exploded directly!

While the roar reverberated violently, Wang Baole's flying sword also penetrated the Dantian position directly from behind the Taoist priest, bringing a lot of blood and spreading all over the four directions!

But Wang Baole not only did not have joy, but his face changed, and a strong crisis arose in his heart. It seemed that all the cells in his body were screaming and telling him to go back immediately, but Wang Baole still clenched his teeth, candle grabbed the emperor's armor, raised his right hand again, and his internal cultivation broke out again, trying to blow out the second punch!

But it was still late... In fact, the punch that Wang Baole dropped just above seemed to hit the head of Taoist Youran, but he knew very well that his punch was an inch away from falling, and Taoist Youran's head collapsed!

Therefore, this is not his explosion, but the self explosion of Taoist leisurely!!

Obviously, it was at this critical juncture that leisurely Taoist priest, who had no time to wake up, chose the self explosion of his body in order to resolve the crisis, or, to be precise, chose the self explosion of the body of the Taoist palace he was living in!

Taking advantage of this self exploding force, he forcibly fought against the blow from Wang Baole, which was considered to have resolved some of the crisis, but Wang Baole still injured Taoist Youran. The cleverness of his flying sword was beyond Taoist Youran's expectation. In any case, he did not expect that there would be a flying sword shooting out of the cicada chrysalis at this critical moment.

So... Although he used his body to explode against Wang Baole's fist, the flying sword from behind penetrating the Dantian still injured Taoist Youran.

It's just... Although this kind of injury is not light for Taoist Youran, it is obviously not enough for Wang Baole. Almost at the moment when his inner sense of crisis erupted strongly and he suddenly wanted to blow another punch, the bloody Taoist Youran's self exploding head directly showed three sarcomas at the moment!

In these three sarcomas, the left and right two have no facial features, as if all the flesh and blood had been kneaded together, ugly but also shocking, while the sarcomas in the middle, although better, can see a pair of eyes, and there is no skin, leaving only the mouth of bones, but more ferocious.

This is the essence of Taoist Youran. At the moment of the appearance of these three sarcomas, Taoist Youran's extra four arms burst out. One arm directly grabbed Wang Baole's flying sword at a thunderous speed, while the other arms, at this moment, pinched the formula and suddenly pressed towards Wang Baole!

A destructive force erupted from the cultivation of Tongshen, which suddenly rose at this moment, forming a storm that seemed to crush everything, and came directly to Wang Baole.

From a distance, the storm was more like a round sphere surrounded by black gas, which expanded to the size of Wang Baole's candle to seize the emperor's armor in the blink of an eye, as if it was going to swallow it directly.

At the moment of crisis, Wang Baole's mind was buzzing, and his mind was blank. There were no redundant thoughts. He dared not have them, because once he had them, his instinct would make him immediately choose to exchange positions with his separation.

But in this way, it is just a delay in the time of death. Even the delay time, I'm afraid, will not be too long. At most, it is about dozens of interest rates. Once in this way, the possibility of transmission and departure is lost, Taoist Youran can turn his plan back on the road of deviation.

So... At this moment, Wang Baole's eyes are red, and the storm of destruction is filled. Even if his imperial armor is torn open, even its body is like being strongly squeezed to explode, but he still roars and launches the secret method of losing himself again!

This secret method is to reverse the absorption of the whole body spirit fat. At other times, Wang Baole will not perform twice in a short time, but now he can't care so much. At the moment, his body fat is trembling in the roar. Almost in the blink of an eye, almost all the spirit fat on his body seems to disappear in an instant, bursting out from his body in an all-round way, and at the same time of integrating into the emperor's armor, the fist he wants to blow out is also taken back, Raise the other arm to block it!

Almost at the moment when he stopped, the storm ball formed by the black fog suddenly came, like a raging wave crashing on the shore, and roared past Wang Baole. In the full outbreak of the overwhelming force, Wang Baole's armor appeared more cracks visible to the naked eye, until he insisted on breathing for no more than one time. With the explosion of Wang Baole's armor, Wang Baole's inner armor collapsed and burst, and his body collapsed in the spray of blood, But... Blocked the blow!

Although the emperor's armor broke more than half, and the inner armor completely collapsed, and his body was seriously injured, on the one hand, under Wang Baole's secret method, the aura erupted, on the other hand, it was the power of the emperor's armor's right hand. In addition, Taoist Youran was also injured by the flying sword, and the hurried counterattack itself did not reach his strongest strength.

All this made Wang Baole fly upside down in the center of the lake and fall on the battle clothes. In the gushing of blood, he was not killed. But now he has obviously lost the power to fight again. The choice in front of him seems to be to exchange with his separation and survive!

After all, the gap between them is too big, and Wang Baole can persist until now, and even force Youran Daogong's body to explode, and was injured by flying sword. All this... If it is spread, it will be extremely shocking, I can't believe it!

So for Taoist Youran, his anger is already overwhelming, and he almost drowned his reason. It's really hard to imagine that his plan was interrupted by Wang Baole, and the dead Taoist battle suit was absorbed by two arms, and it also destroyed his own Taoist palace flesh, and hurt himself. All this makes Taoist Youran completely awake at the moment, the anger in his eyes seems to turn into substance, roaring at Wang Baole, and caught in an instant.

"Wang Baole, I won't let you die so easily. I want to draw out your soul, let you see the destruction of your low-energy civilization with your own eyes, and let you..." leisurely Taoist grabbed it, and the words just said this, but at this time, Wang Baole was panting, and the blood at the corners of his mouth still couldn't control the flow, and suddenly screamed.

"You dare to kill me!!"

"My elder martial brother is chenqingzi, the first God of the Weiyang clan. I'm his only younger martial brother. If you dare to kill me, my elder martial brother will not let you go. You're dead when you go up to the poor and fall to the yellow spring!"

Wang Baole's voice was sharp, and he didn't even need to deliberate, and he didn't need to imagine the two and three generations who were so threatened by his own death. It was as if such an instinct was hidden in his bones. At the moment, his words didn't contradict at all, but were extremely smooth.

"Leisurely, I came here for what nonsense experience the elder martial brother said. Your sister's, I have such an identity background that can crush you to death, but I was beaten by you. Your sister's, now I don't play anymore. I'm a great martial brother, and I'm fighting for life and death with you!!"