Chapter 482 The four great masters gather together (seventh update)
At the critical moment, Baicaoshi uttered a spell, and the Gu spirit toad disappeared out of thin air.
The red blood patriarch looked around, where is the toad?
There was nowhere to vent his anger, so the fatal blow he was preparing was transferred to Baicaoshi.
Summoning Gu worms and Gu spirits one after another, Baicaoshi's condition is not good, and her face turned pale.
Seeing that the Chixue Patriarch's attack was solidified and about to fall on her, Zhenyilou and Pei Yuanxian used their bodies to resist her.
This palm gathered the great master's ten-fold power, and the two of them flew out like kites with broken strings, and the dust they kicked up was two feet high.
"Shinichi! Regent!"
Baicaoshi's eyes turned red.
The red-blooded patriarch twitched the corners of his mouth, eyes full of contempt, "Woman, who is your heart for?"
Baicaoshi didn't answer, she sacrificed her silver needle. Her silver needle has been improved many times, it is thicker than the original one, can hold more needles, and can be fired continuously.
According to the information of the Red Blood Patriarch, this bracelet can be fired up to three times.
But today, he miscalculated.
After dodging three waves of poisonous needles in succession, Baicaoshi's fourth wave shot out, and at the same time the two wolves jumped.
The poison that the red blood patriarch had received had an effect. He was paralyzed for a moment, and three more poisonous needles pierced his flesh. Two wolves bit his sleeve from left and right.
What a shame!
The red blood patriarch was devastated one after another and was bullied by animals.
He patted the two wolves, wishing to crush them into powder, but after the two wolves fell to the ground, they shook their heads and stood up with all their strength.
The red blood patriarch took a closer look, and found that the two were clearly wearing silk silk, but they were dyed the color of wolf fur.
Violent waste of things, people are not as good as wolves!
He wasn't defeated, he was **** to death one after another.
He poured all his anger on Baicaoshi, if he killed Feng Nu, today would not be in vain.
Keep the green hills, not afraid of running out of firewood.
These juniors, he cleaned them up one by one.
The palm of the hand concentrated in the air, swirling, intending to inhale Baicaoshi. But at this time, the sound of eagle crowing sounded again, Zhe Yu rode on Hai Dongqing's back, and shouted "Shishi."
A ribbon fell from midair, wrapped around Baicaoshi's waist, and pulled her onto Haidongqing's back.
Lu Duokong, do you think the Red Blood Patriarch has nothing to do?
No, Grandmasters can fly too.
He was strong enough to step on cumulus clouds, and was about to chase Zhe Yu and Baicaoshi when someone blocked his way.
"Red-blooded old man, shameless, your opponent is me!"
Middle-aged white shirt, full of righteousness, Mo Feizhan.
The red blood patriarch's heart was completely cold.
If he usually met Mo Feizhan, he would not be afraid at all, but now his strength has been greatly damaged, how can he still beat Mo Feizhan?
Run away if you can't fight, face is not important, life is important.
However, he was seriously injured, and even his speed was slowed down. Mo Feizhan was always able to block him in front of him.
"Red blood old man, you hit me back then, and the fifth prince was about to die. Have you ever imagined that today will happen? Murder pays for life, revenge for revenge, suffer death."
Mo Feizhan's finger wrote a kill character in the air.
The Chixue Patriarch was trapped in it, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, and sent a voice transmission across thousands of miles, "Old Man Zhu Mao, are you still unwilling to show up? Today I die, and you will be next. Ying Zhexu has already researched the ordinary The method of killing the great master, from now on the great master is no longer invincible, are you still unwilling to take action?"
Among the mountains and forests, a hundred meters away, a man wearing a bamboo hat, unable to see his face clearly, holding a diamond spear in his hand, on which Chiyou, the ancient **** of war, appeared.
The Grand Master Zhu spear is the head of the sect.
"Chixue old man, what a loser, he was forced to do this?" Zhu Mao was walking forward, as if he was one step away from Mo Feizhan.
Mo Feizhan hooked the corner of his lower lip and smiled, "Histories are always surprisingly similar. Why, do you two still join forces today?"
Zhu Mao hugged the Vajra Spear in his arms, watching the excitement, "No, I am so different from him. But Mo Feizhan, you can't kill Chi Xue today. He has been seriously injured, even if you kill him It may take a few years to raise him. Why do you have to be aggressive? I will not join forces with him again, but I will not let you kill him. He is right, you can kill him today with this method, how can I know myself tomorrow Are you still safe? Mo Feizhan, your name is Feizhan, and it’s a good name, let’s stop."
Two against one, no, one and a half against one, does Murphy still have a chance of winning?
He sneered, "You shameless people, are you still planning to bully the few?"
Zhu Mao shrugged, playing with the Vajra Spear in his hand. "What do you say?"
The Chixue Patriarch laughed. Although he didn't like Zhu Mao, he owed him a favor after all.
"Master Puji, when do you want to see the play?" Mo Fei challenged.
Whether it is the spear or the red blood, they are all stunned. How could they have forgotten that this is the territory of Xiangji Temple.
After the big tree, Master Puji came out. He was still benevolent, but only turned to Zhumao, "Xiangji Temple owes the fifth prince a favor, so today, I will restrain you and never let you participate in their hatred." Middle. Mo Feizhan, it's up to you whether you can kill Chi Xue."
The red blood patriarch is going crazy.
He was on the verge of despair, and when Zhu Mao came, Puji also came unexpectedly, and the situation returned to the original point again.
One to one.
With his remaining blood, can he still fight a complete Murphy battle?
The general situation is gone, Zhu Mao turned around, "Red blood, you can ask for blessings."
As he spoke, he swaggered away.
Master Puji watched Zhu Mao's figure until it disappeared completely. Behind him was the battle between Mo Feizhan and the Chixue Patriarch.
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In a mountain depression, Zhe Yu and Baicaoshi landed.
He groped with Baicaoshi for a while, his voice trembling, "Is it hurt? Is it there?"
Baicaoshi smiled, raised her hand, and landed on Zhe Yu's face, "No, I'm fine, I just summoned a few bugs."
Zhe Yu's eyebrows were furrowed, and her face was stiff, but she put her hand on her heart, "I told you to stay at home obediently, why are you disobedient? I have a trump card."
"You are my husband, my God!" How could Baicaoshi be indifferent and let herself do nothing?
Zhe Yu's heart was beating wildly, he stopped talking, now he held the back of his head, and kissed her deeply.
Baicaoshi still wanted to refuse, but was suppressed by his strength.
Oriha's kiss froze.
He tasted the taste of blood, which was the wound that Baicaoshi suffered from the power of the red blood ancestor.
She was wounded and bleeding after all.
"Shishi?" He whimpered.
"Bao Yu, I'm really fine."
At this moment, there was a shocking sound on Tantai Peak, the top of the mountain was flattened, and the smoke and dust rising reached tens of meters.
Baicaoshi and Zheyu looked at that place at the same time.
"Patriarch Chixue, dead." Zhe Yu said.
(end of this chapter)