"Strong defense" Yan Jun sighed, and his mouth twitched mercilessly.
"Ha, you also want to break the defense of this deity?" Gu Tong laughed. Although they are now behind in repairing the bronze twelve generals, they are the embodiment of chaotic bronze, so hard that even magic weapons can not cut them.
In Yan Jun’s hands, I don’t know when a long Dao with a full-bodied purple light was used in many places, and the long Dao danced and stimulated a hundred zhangs of knives, but it still couldn’t leave any traces on these bronze people, just bringing up a series of Mars.
"What are these monsters, and why are their defenses so amazing?" At this moment, Yan Jun’s heart also raised a trace of fear. Even if he is higher than the other side, he can’t break the other side’s defense. How can this be played?
"Ah yi" Gu Tong led the rest of the bronze warriors to surround Yan Jun, with a long cry, and took the initiative to meet him.
After dozens of rounds, Yan Jun has become more and more frightened in the Vietnam War. These bronze warriors can’t help but have amazing defense, and they never seem to know fatigue. Moreover, their attacks are not soul force or spiritual force, but an elusive energy.
On the other hand, Zhuge Liang suppressed Yamaraja in a double field. Although the other party was higher than himself, Yamaraja’s strength was greatly weakened under the suppression of the double field.
After drawing a blank, Zhuge stayed at Gutong’s side before dawn, frowning slightly, and secretly exclaimed, "There is still a little power of chaos in the attacks made by these bronze warriors."
Chaotic bronze is a kind of treasure of heaven and earth, which is produced in the atmosphere of chaos. It naturally contains a little power of chaos. This power of chaos is superior to spiritual power, and spiritual power is even above any kind of energy form. It is this power of chaos that is said to be cultivated by immortals. In order to successfully enter the realm of immortals, in addition to the perception of the realm, they must also transform their spiritual power into chaotic power.
The power of chaos is the so-called immortal power.
"kill"
When Yamaraja saw that Zhuge didn’t flash God, his eyes flashed with cold light, and his hand was also a long purple knife, which split head-on at Zhuge.
"bang"
But before he got close to Zhuge, in the sky above the sky, the seven purple stars dropped seven splendors, and suddenly the Yan Jun flew out.
Two masters of ghost repair, who are comparable to those who can’t be too empty, have been suppressed in succession under the joint efforts of Zhuge Buliang and Bronze Twelve Commanders.
Zhuge’s failure to shine with one hand made him wonder about his skills, and he flew up and down. Coupled with the suppression of the dual fields, Yamaraja was completely suppressed without a moment’s effort, and there was no spare capacity to strike back in the field of Zhuge’s failure to shine.
Finally, Zhuge Liang even rode on his head and patted bricks.
On the other hand, Yan Jun’s situation and Yamaraja must be not much better at all. At the moment, he is surrounded by twelve bronze figures, and he has left many sword wounds on his body, and his soul has become less rich before he first came.
Those ghosts who are hiding in the distance are stunned and shivering. In their eyes, Yamaraja and Yan Jun are both rare masters in the ghost world. No ghost fairy dares to disrespect these two men, but at the moment these two adults are being suppressed and beaten. It’s not that they don’t want to rush up to help, but even Yan Jun and Yamaraja can’t help each other. So what if they rush up?
"I think two adults are going to hang on, and it’s only dangerous to drag on like this."
"These outsiders are terrible, and even Yan Jun and Yamaraja are not rivals."
You ghost fairy whispered in succession
"bang"
And at that moment, in the distant sky, an old man’s face condensed and formed, staring at the battle here, and a shocking sense of oppression swept through in an instant. At the same time, under the old man’s face, a milky white hand flew in, and the big palm that covered the sky was pressed, and they took a picture towards Zhuge Buliang and Gu Tong.
"Bad, it’s a ghost master." Feeling this huge pressure, Zhuge suddenly changed color when he didn’t light up.
"Ghost Lord" Yamaraja and Yan Jun also showed joy, and then stared at Zhuge Buliang and Gu Tong with a cruel face, grinning grimly: "You rebels can’t escape the punishment of the ghost world."
"rumble"
Under the pressure of the milky white palm, the other is a bronze warrior, such as Gu Tong.
"I depend, half-step fairy, this is" Gu Tong’s long cry, but at the moment there is no room for him to think much, and the big palm falls down, bringing up a huge sound of thunder and wind, and the whole sky is crushed by this palm.
"sonorous"
Gu Tong held high the bronze sword in his hand, and the remaining eleven bronze warriors also hit their bronze weapons at the big palm that was pressed down.
Terrorist soul force fluctuations swept through like the tide, accompanied by more than a dozen crunchy sounds, and all the twelve bronzes collapsed under this palm. These bronzes were not locked in chaotic bronze, and they could not resist the attack of a fairy who was comparable to half a step.
"I depend, brothers, withdraw!" Gu Tong shouted. Although the twelve bronzes were broken before, it did not pose any threat to the ivory hand, but it also slowed down the time. Now Gu Tong led eleven bronze warriors back to Zhuge Liang’s side.
Zhuge Liang’s face was sombre and he said, "We can’t carry a fairy for half a step. Let’s find a chance to escape."
"Hey, just half a step fairy, if in the past …"
"It’s no use talking less, here we go." Zhuge Liang interrupted Gu Tong’s boastful words of saving face, because the milky white hand was pressed down again, and the soul force fluctuated violently, and the sky shook under this palm, which seemed to collapse at any time.
At this moment, Zhuge Buliang bloomed with the brilliance of purple glass, and his skin became crystal clear, like a fairy jade built in his palm, a little star overflowed, and a star map quickly condensed and formed in Zhuge Buliang’s palm, which was played out by Zhuge Buliang.
The sky map broke away from Zhuge’s dim palm, and the sky was enlarged, as if it were really a starry sky. With the loud noise of "rumbling" with the milky palm, the milky hand actually tore up the sky map and pressed it down.
Zhuge changed his color completely when he was not bright, and his mind moved. Qinglong broadsword appeared in his hand. Perhaps now he can only win by relying on this magic weapon comparable to Xianbao and the demon ancestor remnants in the magic weapon.
"Hum, want to break us, half step fairy great? Brothers, we let out a cry of "Gu Tong" and rushed up first. The rest of the eleven bronze warriors followed Gu Tong to meet up, and arranged in an iron wall in mid-air, trying to stop this big palm.
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Chapter 594 Pressure Ghost Lord
Twelve bronze warriors arranged in neat rows before Zhuge Liang, formed an iron wall, bronze body exudes a misty green light.
"Boom!"
The huge palm pressed down and was printed on this iron wall. With a violent sound of metal clanging, the twelve bronze warriors did not fly out or break as Zhuge Liang imagined, and they took this violent blow surprisingly hard.
"When we are vegetarians?" Gu Tong laughed, but his voice trembled, so it was not so easy for them to take the blow just now.
"Gutong, step down quickly!" Zhuge Buliang shouted, although the shocking blow of the ghost Lord was stopped by Gu Tong and them just now, it can be seen that Gu Tong and them are quite struggling.
The Qinglong broadsword was held in the hand by Zhuge Liang, who rose into the sky before dawn, and seven stars bloomed overhead, and a Beidou light curtain hung down. Zhuge didn’t shine over the bronze twelve generals, and Qinglong broadsword beheaded the milky palm that had dimmed a lot.
"Hum!"
The green light in the green dragon broadsword collapsed, and the blue knife awn flew out like a green dragon out to sea and went straight to the milky white palm.
"Hey!"
This Qinglong broadsword is worthy of being a magic weapon comparable to Xianbao, and the blue knife mans tears the milky white palm almost instantly.
"hmm?"
Far in the air, the old man’s face was slightly one leng, and he looked at Zhuge Buliang and the Qinglong broadsword in his hand with great interest. Moments later, the old man’s face was distorted like a reflection in the water, and the milky brilliance flashed. In mid-air, an old man in a white robe stood, with white hair and beard and even white eyebrows, and his eyes shone with burning light, staring at the Qinglong broadsword in Zhuge’s dim hands.
"Is this Dai Xiao-clad ghost master?" Zhuge didn’t notice the contraction of the hole, so he held the Qinglong knife tightly and retreated.