Chapter 975

The first passage of the ancient world was dark and could not see five fingers.

No matter how dark the place is, it is also like day for taolunjing friars.

Bo Qiuji and Shui Daozhen Jun were hidden in the shadows on both sides of the channel, while the other seven Tianchen friars of the second order of the Taoist wheel formed a fan-shaped killing array in the channel, quietly waiting for the arrival of two ancient friars.

Although the two ancient monks are new to Tianchen Island, they may resist the attack of Prince Yu and not die, but it is also worth their joint encirclement and killing.

Both Bo Qiuji and water knife Zhenjun know that Prince Yu must be merciful. If not, the two ancient monks will die. If it were replaced by two friars who could not die after resisting the attack of Prince Yu, Bo Qiuji and water knife Zhenjun would certainly consider it before making a decision. However, the two friars in front of them have no other advantages except that they are slightly stronger in flesh. Bo Qiuji and water knife Zhenjun are naturally full of confidence.

The two monks of the ancient region were getting closer and closer. After a while, they were close to nine people.

The bow of Bo Qiu's machine weapon was in his hand, and the Qi of the arrow path was booming. He turned his head and looked at the water knife Zhenjun, making a wink. The five fingers of the water knife Zhenjun flick like water shadow. Each blade Qi seems to have signs of life. It is flexible and light.

Behind them, the seven celestial friars also used their own means to concentrate and calm down, and were ready to go.

In the twinkling of an eye, the two ancient friars were only ten steps away from them.

Thin Hill machine and water knife Zhenjun looked at each other and were about to make a move.

Pop!

The figures of the two ancient monks, like punctured blisters, split and disappeared into the corridor.

Nine Tianchen friars were stunned, and a trace of surprise appeared on the chubby face of Shuidao Zhenjun.

"Found!"

At the next moment, the water knife Zhenjun reacted and showed his body without thinking. A circle of protective Taoist power cover like water shadow streamer was shrouded around him.

Almost at the same time when the Taoist power cover was formed, a flying sword came out of the oblique stab and cleaved to his waist, trying to kill him!

Bang!

The flying sword was blocked by the Taoist power cover.

The water saber Zhenjun looked at the white robed sword Xiu who appeared in front of him, his face was calm, and his mouth turned sarcastic: "you're a little talented to be found. Unfortunately, you're new to Tianchen, and you're not familiar with the martial arts of friar Tianchen... Even if you find it, you can't escape today."

The voice fell, the palm of the water knife Zhenjun's right hand turned, and his five fingers bounced. The knife lights soared from his fingertips, like five soaring knife mountains, chopping at the bad Minister of Zhou at a very fast speed.

At the same time, the water saber Zhenjun pressed the lion dragon with his left hand and said something in his mouth.

The lion dragon's eyes flashed a flash of fire, opened his mouth and spit out a cold blue flame!

With the water jet and ice flame, an artistic conception with a treacherous atmosphere in the overbearing came to his face, Biao to the bad Minister of Zhou.

Looking at the Tianchen master opposite, Zhou buchen showed a strong sense of war in his eyes. He was full of Qi and fierce sense of war. He couldn't help laughing up, his "long hair" danced and flew, and an empty scabbard appeared in his hand.

"Quiet!"

As soon as Zhou buchen closed his eyes and opened his mouth, he vomited a sound. His left hand shuttled through the ice blue flame and pressed it on the top of the lion dragon. In the palm of his right hand, there was a glittering white brilliance. Suddenly, the brilliance overflowed and bloomed, dense and stacked, and gathered in the empty scabbard.

Sword elephant!

As soon as the minister shook the empty scabbard, the sword light flashed and met the shadow of the water saber Zhenjun.

Boom!

In the dark passage, a group of ice and fire three feet high surged up. The ice and fire was like fog and clouds, enveloping Zhou buchen and water knife Zhenjun. The ice and fire was in the sky, the light and shadow of the sword and charming eyes.

Just a moment later, there was a bang, and the sound of weapons breaking sounded. One of them fell heavily to the ground, filled with ice, fire and fog clouds. I couldn't see who the loser was.

The seven monks who followed the water saber Zhenjun were confident, either smiling or showing color.

Only Bo Qiuji not far away had a subtle look, confused eyebrows, and a trace of vigilance and preparedness.

The ice water and fog dispersed, revealing a man who was half kneeling on the ground. It was the white robed sword Xiu of the ancient region.

The seven Tianchen friars became more and more proud, but soon their faces became ugly. They saw that the white robed sword repair was not defeated and knelt on his knees. He knelt on one leg, but stroked the precious lion dragon, whispered and didn't know what he was talking about.

The Royal lion dragon is a different species of the lion dragon family. It likes to eat flesh and blood, has a ferocious temperament and is very difficult to tame.

At first, in order to subdue the Royal lion dragon, Shuidao Zhenjun took two years to prepare, and it took a total of four years to take the Royal lion dragon as a mount.

But now, the lion dragon was very quiet and obedient, crawling at the feet of the white robed friar, rubbing his boots from time to time. It was not fierce and docile.

The ice water and fog continued to disperse, revealing a scene on the other side - the real king of the water knife lay on the ground, spitting blood at his mouth, and the broken water marks of the water knife were scattered around him.

The seven celestial friars, including Bo Qiuji, showed a look of horror.

"What's so rare about the war doctrine of Tianchen Buzhou? No matter where it is, the most murderous war doctrine is a good war doctrine."

A chuckle sounded in the ear of Bo Qiu machine.

One more!

Bo Qiuji suddenly recalled that their original goal was to have two monks in the ancient region.

Turning around quickly, Bo Qiuji saw the ancient monk who didn't know when to come behind him.

Black robe, scarred face, curly beard, tall and straight, people dare not look directly at the ugly face, even exudes a bearing full of affinity. Even the voice is not like someone with such a face. It is very absurd.

But the next moment, the affinity breath on the man dissipated, replaced by a cold killing opportunity.

Bo Qiuji's scalp is numb. He feels cold and can't move.

He wanted to pull away the treasure bow, but suddenly found that the treasure bow was far away from him.

"You and I met for the first time and didn't have deep friends. Today next year, I won't go to your grave to offer incense."

Luo Chuan smiled, stretched out his thumb and pressed the center of the eyebrow of the thin Hill machine. A destructive force poured in along his fingertips.

Bo Qiuji opened his mouth and looked at Luo Chuan strangely. When he was dying, his mind was full of questions and confusion... Who is he? He will know what I said before.

Pop!

Bo Qiuji fell to the ground. The first bow king of the nine Nation Alliance was killed on his fifth treasure hunt in the ancient world.

Luo Chuan lifted his hand, put the storage ring of Baogong and boqiu machine into his sleeve, and then looked at Zhou buchen.

Zhou buchen raised his head, looked playfully at the pale water knife Zhenjun who was struggling to climb up, and patted the lion dragon's head: "go."

With a low roar, the ten foot long lion dragon, burning ice blue flames all over, rushed to the thin Hill machine.

"Stop!"

"Wild animals are wild!"

The seven monks brought by Bo Qiu Ji were also loyal. They scolded and protected Bo Qiu Ji at the same time.

Luo Chuan and Zhou buchen shook themselves at the same time.

In the dark corridor, there were several bursts of dull hum. Bodies fell to the ground. Luo Chuan and Zhou buchen were like ghosts. The prey of the previous moment became hunters and reaped the lives of friars Tianchen.

"Luo Chuan, when did you become so uninterested in fighting? If you don't assassinate, you and the bowman can at least make three or five moves."

After two fingers, Zhou buchen stood between the bodies and asked.

"The purpose of fighting is to kill people. Since it's easy, why bother. What's more, these friars really can't be called opponents."

Luo Chuan said while collecting the booty, and in the twinkling of an eye, eight more storage rings appeared in his sleeve.

Luo Chuan took out four storage rings and handed them to Zhou buchen: "old Zhou, hurry up. I don't want to be caught up by Yu Youxi. You know, I'm afraid of trouble."

Zhou buchen took the storage ring and lost his smile, but a heavy light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He knows that the gap between him and Luochuan is gradually widening. It is already so today. What gap will he reach in another ten, twenty, thirty years?

Chance... I should also find my own chance.

Zhou buchen thought.

The bodies of the nine Tianchen friars lay quietly in the middle of the passage. The bodies were incomplete, as if they had been bitten, but Luo Chuan and Zhou buchen had disappeared.

A cold wind swept by, and a figure remained in the wind.

Yu you Xi'an stood quietly in the center of the body, where Zhou buchen was before. His cold eyes swept through every wound on the body and showed deep thought.

"When was Prince Yu interested in the newly promoted friar of the domain?"

The woman's voice sounded.

The green light flashed. Lou Xuanyin stepped on qingluan and flew slowly. His eyes glanced over the body on the ground. There was a faint accident in his tone: "killed by a fierce beast?"

"It's just a cover up. The murderer obviously doesn't want to expose his techniques." Yu Youxi said faintly, "but no matter how well they cover up, they still can't cross the sea. One of them uses a sword and the other uses a fist."

"One uses a sword and the other uses a fist."

Lou Xuanyin looked calm, looked at Yu Youxi and asked carelessly, "I heard that Prince Yu came after two regional friars specializing in flesh cultivation. I don't know what skills and looks they have. I can bother Prince Yu."

"I'm just curious about their skills. Why, is the building fairy looking for someone?" until this time, Yu Youxi turned his eyes to Lou Xuanyin. The great beauty of donghuazong, whose name has spread all over the sky, couldn't let Yu Youxi linger a little more.

"Why, I don't have any acquaintances here. I came here just to care about crown prince Yu. Crown prince Yu first came to our donghuazong field. If our donghuazong didn't protect well, there was something wrong with crown prince Yu. The Arctic emperor asked, but donghuazong couldn't afford it." Lou Xuanyin's tone was cold and covered with needles.

Yu Youxi didn't say anything more. He looked at the fingerprint on the top of the thin Hill machine. Then his figure flashed forward and soon disappeared into the vision of Lou Xuanyin.