Chapter 521: Incomprehensible swords and guns, the seven-power collapses the palm of the mountain

Leng Zhuo looked at the man with his naked upper body, his tendons and muscles piled up like a hill, stepping on blood and crossing the defense line formed by a horse-resisting carriage. The light emitted by the torches that were still burning around him shone on his body, flashing with a faint red and gold color.

It is obvious that this person should be the one who shot out the spear just now, and it may be the other party's general. Just now, Leng Zhuo threw the spear back, and the power consumed was no less than that of blocking the arrow rain. However, the spiritual power in Leng Zhuo's body consumed faster and replenished quickly.

The colorful Holy Emperor Butterfly is like a large spiritual power conversion machine. Although it has not restored Leng Zhuo's best condition, he is no longer breathing, his waist is straight, and he has strength to speak. Just like taking the hood, he draws out the Qiushui Sword, and suddenly, in the darkness, roars of cold winds roar out, and the soul and ghosts turn into phantoms and hide in the darkness.

"Who is here? Let's sign up!" Leng Zhuo raised the Qiu Shui sword and shouted with a fierce look on his face.

Han Tao chuckled and took a seemingly heavy step. Every time he took a step, a footprint would be taken on the ground. Unlike the soul-controlling array, life can be used for a long time, and how long it can last depends entirely on the body's ability to withstand it. Of course, the longer the time delays, the greater the burden on the body.

"I am the general of the garrison in Jiaocheng, Han Tao, who is the boy?" Han Tao looked at the young Leng Zhuo and couldn't help but squint his eyes. He did not have any contempt. The person who could take over the spear just now and throw it back would not be too weak.

"Am I, Chuzhou's counter-attack army, Leng Zhuo!" Leng Zhuo snorted and said.

After hearing Leng Zhuo's name, Han Tao suddenly smiled and said, "You are the newly promoted Marquis of the Tianlong Dynasty. It seems that the rumors are really different. If you can take my move, it means you are still a little capable!"

Leng Zhuo was upset when he listened to the other party's words. Unexpectedly, it was a mediocre person who was not jealous. The twenty-one-year-old Marquis of the Empire was jealous and jealous. So it was not uncommon to fabricate some rumors about Leng Zhuo. Moreover, Leng Zhuo married Wei Zhilan and became a marquis within half a year. Anyone would think that Leng Zhuo had climbed up by a woman.

Although Leng Zhuo should go his own way in the face of these rumors and let others say that they can’t eat grapes, but I feel uncomfortable when I hear them.

"Stop talking nonsense, take my move!" Leng Zhuo snorted coldly, not continuing to talk nonsense. When Qiu Shui Sword swept, the wind was whistling, and the only few torches around were blown out by the wind. Only silver-white moonlight fell on the street.

Oh, the sound of the soul ghost seemed extremely shrill in the wind. If he was timid, he would probably have been so scared that he would pee his pants. He pounced on Han Tao from all directions in the darkness of the night.

The soul ghost pounced on it and turned into sharp blades. Dangdang, Dangdang, the soul blade seemed to hit the Mount Vajra, making a metal collision sound. Han Tao looked at the soul blade that was constantly shooting, frowned slightly, poked out his hand, and grabbed a soul blade.

With one hand, he actually squeezed the soul blade with empty hands. Leng Zhuo did not expect that the 100-soul soul-devouring soul of Qiu Shui Sword would have ineffective attacks. After thinking about it, it should be because of the faint golden light on the other party's body. The golden light was like a layer of armor, wrapping the other party in it.

Since the soul blade cannot be broken, it is to use a sword to slash. He can only refuse to believe it. Teleported, Leng Zhuo suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared again behind Han Tao. Okay, no defense. Leng Zhuo thought to himself, raised the Qiushui sword and slashed towards the other party's back.

The sword edge cut through the air and a cold light flashed. With a sound, a spark of gold and stone collision bloomed out. Leng Zhuo's strength was not as strong as Li Yuanba and Xiang Yu, but it was also far more powerful than ordinary people. The Qiushui Sword was not an ordinary weapon. It was an evil soldier who was as famous as holy soldiers. The material made by the holy soldiers was not inferior to any holy soldiers.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a decision to cut gold and break jade, but it cuts through the opponent's back, and a spark is cut across the opponent's back. It is fundamentally, completely, and not even a white mark is left, or in other words, it has not broken through the opponent's thin layer of golden armor.

The sword was slashed down, but there was no effect at all, but Han Tao turned his head without any haste, looked at Leng Zhuo, twisted his body, and slapped Leng Zhuo with a palm.

This palm seemed ordinary, but before it hit the waist, a strong wind blew out, and the stone palm prints. The strong wind suddenly changed from a level six or seven wind to a level twelve or above. The powerful airflow was like a tsunami in the sea, slapped on the body, endlessly.

Fortunately, Leng Zhuo found that this palm was not simple, so he teleported back on the spot, but once teleported, but he did not escape the opponent's palm power. He teleported twice in succession, moving more than twenty meters away, and then he barely gained a foothold.

What's the origin of this guy? Even he had an unstoppable momentum in this palm. Wouldn't that mean that the other party had at least half his foot stepped into the Holy Spirit level? Otherwise, how could he feel inconsistent?

Leng Zhuo stood up straight, looking at Han Tao who was turning around with bright eyes. On the street, the fight had already begun, and for a moment, a melee near Nan'anmen Square was in a mess.

Although the sneak attack failed, it was not without any results. For example, most of the soldiers in the city were so diarrhea that they were weak in their limbs, and all four gates had to defend against the troops from other directions. The defenders gathered in Nan'anmen Square were less than 3,000.

In a short period of time, neither side will have the upper hand.

Leng Zhuo knew that if he wanted to take down this city, he had to defeat the main general in front of him. As long as he killed him, he would summon the guardian monster and get the city to go down. With three monsters in charge, even if the enemy counterattacked, Leng Zhuo would have confidence in defending. It would be fine to delay for a few days. In a few days, the troops he arranged could arrive.

However, this guy is so hard, it is comparable to Guidong's Hunyuan Turtle shell. You should know that although ordinary psychic armors have good defenses, they cannot block them so thoroughly when facing holy soldiers.

"It's so hard. I didn't expect that even a holy soldier could not cut your skin. If I guessed correctly, you should be from Li Tang. I don't know if your armor is psychic armor or rune armor?" Leng Zhuo blinked and asked.

Han Tao was not stingy with words and said, "It should be considered a kind of psychic armor. However, when you swing your defense, it is much stronger than your psychic armor. Because my body contains the essence of beast blood, my body is born as hard as iron!"

"Just like the Hu people?" Leng Zhuo immediately thought of Beihu, who inherited the power of blood. Leng Zhuo had had a lot of dealings with the Hu people in the grassland. The powerful Hu people used their intercourse with powerful monsters to obtain powerful blood power. This blood power can allow them to control natural spiritual power like monsters. Of course, the blood inheritors are innate "spirituals", so they usually have powerful power when they are very young.

Han Tao curled his lips and said, "What the Hu people know is just a kind of inequality path. How can it be compared with the blood-drop magic that the Tang Empire knows? Don't talk nonsense. Today I will let you see the power of my Tang generals!"

Han Tao did not say much, bowed his body, and forked his legs, stood on his horse stance, with his palms on his waist, and the golden light on his body was suddenly defeated. Leng Zhuo knew at a glance that the other party was going to use his ultimate move. While the other party was preparing, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Han Tao two consecutive teleportations.

When Leng Zhuo appeared again, he had already arrived near Han Tao. The Qiushui sword suddenly swept out. The sword blade was as if a meteor had passed by, and a cold light flashed. However, Han Tao, who was accumulating energy, suddenly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there was a golden light, like the golden eyes of Monkey Monkey.

"Cangshan Palm!" Before the palm was shot out, a golden ripples appeared on Han Tao's muscles, blocking the rays of Qiushui sword. The rippling golden pattern was like a wave slamming on his body, which made people retreat involuntarily.

Bang, a sound of bones was accompanied by a muffled sound of landslides and cracks. The sound was like a thunder thunder. A strong wind blew, and a golden handprint emerged from his palm and slapped at Leng Zhuo.

Pa, pa, pa, three times in a row, three golden handprints followed and slapped towards Leng Zhuo. Leng Zhuo leaned on it, quickly launched a teleportation, avoiding it.

Bang, with a loud bang, the golden handprint slapped on the ground, and a handprint mark suddenly appeared on the ground, but it was nothing. The key is that the force of the handprint was not completely released, but after it landed, it emitted another force, and the handprint sank three points again.

The power of the handprint seemed to be spreading, so the second force formed a large handprint mark around the handprint. This was not the end. After one force, another came, bang bang bang, seven consecutive sounds, and seven handprints appeared on the ground, one wrapped around one, just like the fields on the hills, layer by layer.

Seven consecutive handprints were printed on the ground. When the shop on the side was touched, it was directly the site of the excavator demolition. The wooden board was cracked and the huge wooden pillars supporting it could not stop the handprint. It broke on the spot. After seven force swept over, a shop collapsed on the spot.

Leng Zhuo looked at him and wiped his sweat. By the way, being strong must be a little bit too far. He is so tough that he can't beat him.

However, Han Tao obviously had not fully used all his strength. Seeing Leng Zhuo teleporting around, the golden hand seal could not even hit Leng Zhuo. Han Tao was so fierce that he put his palm on his waist, and his body bones slammed again: "Thousand Hands and Eight-Land Seals!"

Han Tao clapped his palms one after another, and his palms were slapped faster and faster, so that afterimages appeared on his arms, one after another, as if there were as many as thousands of arms, and countless small trumpets of the palm prints were slapped in all directions without much space.

Damn, it's too much to bully people! I really thought it was better to bully me! Leng Zhuo teleported again, but he didn't expect that more than ten palms were hit on his body in a flash, and Leng Zhuo was knocked away immediately.

The bones seemed to have someone to have a bone-pinning massage on their body, which made them sore and the Holy Emperor armor on their body was also slapped. Fortunately, the Thousand-Handed Eight-Link Seal is not stronger than the previous Bengshan Palm, and there are not seven powers, but even three are enough to make Leng Zhuo look good.

Puff, Leng Zhuo spat out a mouthful of blood, his feet stood on the broken street, bloodshot at the corner of his mouth was pulled, and there was a strange light under the moon, and his chest was fluttering violently. It was obvious that it felt uncomfortable to get more than a dozen palms in an instant.

"You angered me!" Leng Zhuo gasped, raised his head, looked at Han Tao who was turning around, and said coldly with his eyes.
Chapter completed!