Chapter 178

Hao, the chief officer of Binghuo Valley, looks like frost and looks at the white dragon hovering in the sky.

"Save others, and beware of other enemies." He ordered calmly.

Although the white dragon's tone is arrogant and arrogant, the meaning of the words implicitly reveals that he did not come alone.

Sun Fangyuan replied, "yes, elder martial brother."

Gao Tiansheng said, "I believe in your words. Since the valley master has made a choice, I will certainly advance and retreat with your sect."

"Thank you very much." Guan Hao said thanks, and then no more words, just staring at the sky dragon.

Magic Dragon grinned grimly.

The next moment, the voice came from behind Guan Hao and Gao Tiansheng: "one two, is there any difference?"

Guan Hao doesn't look back, but hits back with a backhand.

It turned out to be a blank.

His eyes were still fixed on the sky dragon.

On the huge dragon head, there is a very humanized sneering smile.

At the next moment, the voice still came from behind Guan Hao and Gao Tiansheng:

"so..."

In the middle of the voice, there was a sudden pause.

Gao Tiansheng felt a burst of blazing heat behind him, just like a furnace burning heaven and earth, close at hand.

He gave a dark cheer.

Previously, Guan Hao's one hand seemed to strike the air, but in fact, his palm power was not scattered.

The red practice burning gold palm, one of the two highest unique skills of Binghuo Valley, only broke out at this moment.

At the same time, he is good at creating illusions.

In front of him, the devil who practices the transformation of the magic dragon is arrogant and careless. Guan Hao calmly deals with it. Similarly, if it is empty, it is real, and if it is real, it is to give the other party a head-on attack.

While Gao Tiansheng cheered secretly, he immediately turned around to draw his knife. He had to chop it out with a knife, and then he took Guan Hao's palm power and inflicted heavy losses on his opponent.

But when he turned around, he found nothing but fire.

Guan Hao only destroyed his own house.

“…… So, is there a difference? " The other voice, continue to ring.

But this time, it came from underground!

The ground under their feet suddenly collapsed.

A snow-white dragon's claw, from which to catch up.

Gao Tiansheng immediately fell with a knife.

But at this time, Guan Hao's big drink came from his ear: "it's an illusion!"

The warrior drank his blood and blood to break the magic illusion.

At this time, Gao Tiansheng looks at his feet. The ground is smooth. Where are the Dragon claws?

He jerked up and looked into the sky.

The white dragon had a good time and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Many of our disciples have been injured by officials and Hao. Please help us." Guan Hao looks at Bai Long and says slowly.

Gao Tiansheng sighed: "Valley master, be careful."

He rushed to help sun Fangyuan and others.

Guan Hao looked at the magic dragon in the sky: "who is it, sir? Why? Your honor From Chang'an? "

"No difference." Magic Dragon smile.

At the same time, the ground was broken under Guan Hao's feet, and a dragon's claw stretched out.

Guan Hao's eyes flashed: "Devils differentiation?"

The other side can suppress the spirit of the eighth level warrior, at least it is also the big devil of the Ninth level.

Therefore, Guan Hao was no exception to the magic spirit differentiation of the magic dragon, and immediately fell with one hand.

At the same time, he pulled the knife out of the sheath.

The two unique skills of Binghuo Valley, the red practice burning gold palm and the flying snow and sky blade, were used by Guan Hao at the same time, showing their profound attainments.

Down, the masculine blood is so hot that it seems to be really turned into a fire, which can burn gold and boil iron.

Upward, the warm Qi and blood seems to disappear, only the knife light is cold, rolling up all over the sky, the knife light is like snow flakes, ocean scattered, endless.

However, no matter the knife or the palm, they were all empty.

The purpose of Guan Hao's Sabre is to prevent the magic dragon above from attacking with the demon spirits below.

However, the dragon in the sky did not move, still hovering there.

Guan Hao was naturally defeated with a knife.

It didn't matter, but he found that he had lost his palm.

What about the white dragon claws?

No, disappeared, never appeared.

Even the ground under his feet broke, but he was also beaten by Guan Hao himself.

Previously broken traces, completely disappeared.

Is it an illusion?

I was attacked by the other party's illusion just now?

Guan Hao looked at the sky in disbelief.

"Lao Tzu just added a little more." Magic dragon mouth spit words, full of smile: "the results did not make a difference."

After hearing the speech, Guan Hao was suddenly angry.

Rao Shi warned himself to be calm and angry at the moment: "is it a pastime for you to come down here?"

"You're right this time. It's really a pastime. I've been stuffy for too long, and it's hard for me to breathe."The magic dragon's tone has a little more emotion.

Guan Hao held the knife in both hands and held it high to the sky: "you are not qualified."

On the blade of the blade, the cold air shrouded, like a storm, freezing frost.

The ice storm kept spinning, gradually expanding, and gradually turned into a tornado.

The tornado continued to expand, covering tens of meters around.

The distant high sky sound looks back, sees the shape in the heart to move.

Guan Hao hasn't done it in public for some years.

Now it seems that he has made great progress.

Although it is not as good as the king of Qi, he has considerable strength among the Ninth level masters

As soon as Gao Tiansheng's idea turned to this place, he suddenly heard the magic dragon in the middle of the sky say carelessly:

"Laozi has."

Speaking at the same time, the sky and earth scene in the air was strangely distorted.

The snowstorm that goes straight into the sky presents a strange twist.

At that moment, the storm is like a flat painting paper.

Then several black lines appear on the paper.

During the movement of the black line, the snowstorm in Gao Tiansheng's line of sight has been divided into several sections as if it were twisted and misplaced.

The next moment, the black line disappears.

The storm also dissipated.

Along with it, there is Guan Hao's sword.

As well as his hands holding the knife up to the sky.

The magic dragon, as a real dragon, has great powers. It is not only a master of magic.

Aokong's magic dragon is different from his daughter.

If we really want to attack positively, it is extremely powerful.

Guan Hao screamed, his arms were broken at the elbow, and the blood gushed wildly.

In disbelief, he looked up into the air: "void The void interlaces Space You understand the mystery of space, you You are not the Ninth level! "

All the people around were shocked.

In mid air, the Dragon slightly narrowed his eyes.

"The ninth state Now it is. "

Suddenly, he seemed to be in a state of depression and suppressed the spirit of Guan Hao.

Martial arts from the outside to the inside, the strong spirit is based on the blood of the flesh.

If the body is seriously injured, Qi and blood will decline, then the spirit will be depressed.

Guan Hao's hands were cut off by the magic dragon, and he suffered heavy injuries and massive blood loss on the spot.

If it's an ordinary person, I'll faint.

Although Guan Hao could hold on, his spirit became weak.

At this time, the magic dragon suppressed him again, and he had no strength to fight back.

Seeing this, sun Fangyuan wants to help Guan Hao.

But there was a pool of ink in front of him.

Sun Fangyuan dodged in time, but saw more and more ink.

One by one, the ink dots were dense in the air, surrounded him.

In addition to what he thought, ink dots appeared around every disciple of Binghuo valley.

Then, the ink is restored to a little bit, and then it turns into ink.

One ink point, fly to a inkstone.

The person holding the inkstone is a girl who looks only in her early ten years old.

Sun Fangyuan took a deep breath. First, he burned the gold palm with red practice and evolved into a fierce flame.

In the eighth state, the evil spirit of the strong martial arts combined with the fierce masculine flame can resist the ink to a certain extent.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, sun Fangyuan suddenly pulled out his sword and pulled out his sheath. He killed the girl fiercely.

The opponent is obviously unusual, sun Fangyuan then a little bit merciless, full shot.

However, the girl's literary talent surging, turned into a huge piece of white paper.

Sun Fangyuan's Sabre Qi, which is as fierce as a snowstorm, can't cut the seemingly fragile white paper.

On the contrary, knife gas ablation.

Then the white paper turned into a picture scroll, and the snowstorm was enough to confuse the truth.

Sun Fangyuan with all his strength was dissolved by white paper, and the ink around him immediately surrounded him and wrapped him up.

Sun Fangyuan's whole body was full of evil spirit, which made the package's ink twist constantly.

But when the ink fell back to the girl's inkstone, there was no more movement.

Gao Tiansheng looks at the girl: "are you from Chang'an?"

Girl like Shen and Rong smile: "as my brother said, no difference."

She waved and the ink flew to the sky.

With the sound of the river, the long sword was cut out.

Although his strength is inferior to the commander Hao of Binghuo Valley in the Ninth level, Gao Tiansheng is stronger than sun Fangyuan, who is also in the eighth level.

Similar martial arts, the wind and snow magic sword, which is passed down by the royal family of Northern Qi Dynasty, is more exquisite than the flying snow and sky blade in the ice fire valley.

However, Gao Tiansheng did not strive for victory, but to fight for a chance to escape from Shengtian.

Although he said that he would live and die together with Binghuo Valley, now the whole army of Binghuo Valley has been destroyed, and Gao Wangye has not broken his promise until the last moment.Now what he has to do is to fight for escape and inform the king of Qi of the truth that happened here.

It's a pity that Shen and Rong had been prepared.

With her fingers in the air, her literary talent condenses into a brush again.

However, this brush is much smaller than that of the ordinary eighth level Confucianists.

Gao Tiansheng was curious at the beginning, but with the brush writing a "Ding" character, his body shape was sure in the air!

Although Gao Tiansheng struggled with all his strength, he could move on, but soon the brush again wrote the word "prisoner".

So he couldn't move.

The next moment, Gao Tiansheng was engulfed with ink.

He reluctantly looked at the brush. Although it was much smaller than the ordinary giant pen, how could ordinary Confucian practitioners capture him so easily in the same realm?

Born in the royal family of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Gao Tiansheng, who had heard a lot about it, suddenly flashed into his mind and thought of a legend only seen in ancient books.

It is said that a talented person with the highest literary and artistic talent can get a stroke if he practices the Confucian road to the eighth realm of governing the country.

That is to say, the pen of God!

Is that a magic stroke?

Gao Tiansheng is surrounded by ink, and he can't see the brush.

Just thinking about it, he was stunned again.

The pen is a magic pen.

What about ink, paper and inkstone?

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