Flying Dragon Sutra!

Qin Wuyang felt like a thorn on his back and was extremely uneasy. This time, the threat that Feilong threatened Qin Wuyang several times greater than before. The black knights on the business road were as fierce as a rainbow, but everyone in this camp was as afraid as a tiger.

"**, why do you have to squeeze together? This is forcing me to take risks!" Qin Wuyang glided from the air and jumped to the lined puppet. He made 100% of his strength! "Slay!"

Qin Wuyang pulled his hands horizontally, and a bright golden light broke into the air. Without looking at the results of the battle, Qin Wuyang soared into the air, and a golden rainbow under his feet bloomed, standing in the sky. Qin Wuyang's golden elixir rotated, quickly exhaling his vitality, recovering the true power consumed by the previous strike, and facing the enemy in the best condition!

But the speed of the flying dragon is really incredible. This time it is more than 30% faster than the speed of the flying dragon I encountered before.

Giant wings are in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Before Qin Wuyang recovered completely, he felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and a pair of hideous and terrifying giant claws had already caught it. Qin Wuyang sneered, his figure slightly sank, and avoided the attack of Feilong.

Among all animals, we should know that when the ferocious birds flying in the air hit the prey on the ground, their legs bent slightly, and suddenly popped out and stretched out when they approached the prey. The speed in this moment was not weaker than that of the bullet. Only in this way can we catch herbivores known for their speed, such as rabbits and antelope, etc.

Feilong was also inherited such fierce memories when they were born. As time goes by, the adult Feilong will become a terrifying master of slaughtering. After being transformed by Sauron, the Feilong's size will increase unlimitedly, which leads to their slight decline in flexibility, and it is okay to deal with the target of slow action. However, once its opponent is extremely flexible, the Feilong's strength will be greatly reduced. Now that's it, a pair of giant claws can't help Qin Wuyang!

Missed a single hit.

The flying dragon spread its wings, the dragon head suddenly pulled up, and its tail suddenly twitched, making a sonic boom like a shell explosion. If it was hit head-on by this blow, it would probably hit directly back to the ground from a height of 300 meters.

The strong wind of the dragon tail was pressing like a mountain. Qin Wuyang waved his sleeves and his figure retreated three feet. The fishy dragon tail swept through his nose. Qin Wuyang sneered, turned over and jumped onto the dragon's tail, slid forward rapidly along the dragon's spine, and sat upright on the dragon's back, putting great pressure on Qin Wuyang.

Qin Wuyang's fighting style is to get stronger when encountering a strong man. When he feels a little dangerous, he turns around and runs away. It is definitely not what Qin Wuyang does. Seeing that the man in black still does not turn around to fight, Qin Wuyang not only gets angry, but shouts:

"Pretending to be a ghost! Let me die!"

Infinite Light Prison!

The violent saber of light swept out and spread forward. Qin Wuyang's current strength has greatly increased, and he can already control the range of this move. If it were still the same as before, Qin Wuyang's move would have been scattered wildly. The flaming light sword slashed at the flying dragon, but now he can control the light field to attack the man in black.

He turned around slowly, and a crisp sound of the sluster, and the giant sword wrapped in flames slashed down on his head. The field of light suddenly seemed like a huge wave that encountered a thousand-year-old reef. It was divided into it, and it would be difficult to hurt this person any more.

This is the second time that Qin Wuyang has encountered the situation of returning to the Five Prisons Swords. To be honest, if he encounters this situation suddenly, Qin Wuyang may be distracted, but now Qin Wuyang has understood.

The Five Prisons Sword Sutra are not enough to support. The enemy is getting stronger and stronger, and there are always opponents who can crack these tricks. Therefore, suddenly encountering a blow is just a blow to Qin Wuyang's offensive. If you say you surrender, it would be too early.

Qin Wuyang's golden elixir turned, his body swayed rapidly, and countless figures transformed into and ran towards his opponent. Since the power of the distance attack was insufficient, he would attack in close proximity.

Many helmets were found at the forefront, and the man in black revealed his identity as soon as he turned around. It was the ring spirit. However, the ring spirit that was originally as weak as a baby in Qin Wuyang's hands was actually enough to threaten Qin Wuyang's life.

Qin Wuyang was easily bullied within three feet of the Ring Spirit, and punched out with one punch. A hot red light formed a pillar of light in front of the fist, hitting the Ring Spirit's head.

The sword spirit shook his wrist, and the wide and thick sword in his hand was as flexible and natural as an embroidered needle. The sword drew a wonderful arc and was blocking the front of the fist.

"Boom", the violent energy stirred up a tide between the two. The Ring Spirit dismantled all the strength on Feilong, but Qin Wuyang did not retreat but advanced. His arms surged, and his five fingers hit the Ring Spirit like playing the pipa. The hot true power penetrated the gold and iron, and in an instant, five finger-sized holes were punched into the Ring Spirit.

"Ao" the feeling of the soul being injured made the ring spirit unbearable. It howled wildly, and the long sword slashed vertically at a lightning speed.

Qin Wuyang originally resisted the shock injury of the explosion, but now he wanted to retreat and avoid the sword in front of him. Qin Wuyang's perception increased several times in an instant. The long sword, which was originally as fast as lightning, can now clearly see the cold light on the sword edge. Even the strength of the flawless glass body will be seriously injured under this sword.

Qin Wuyang seemed to have an enlightenment in his heart. People's thinking will slow down at the critical moment of life and death. Qin Wuyang thought about how to deal with this crisis.

He smiled faintly, and before he could lift his true power, he barely slapped his palms and slapped it in a slapped manner on the sword, slowing down the speed of the sword's edge, and retreated diagonally before the sword opened his belly.

"Human! You are not a human in Middle-earth. Who are you?"

"It's your ancestor, the dead lich!"

The more Qin Wuyang fought, the more he felt that his combat power had been greatly reduced after losing his hand-made treasure blade. If there was a brave sword in his hand, he could fight head-on. The crooked man in front of him should be able to slash him within a few swords. How could he still be so frustrated now!

"It is not the upbringing that a noble should have!"

"Your mother is a noble man, she's dead!"

In a short interval of speech, Qin Wuyang rushed to the Ring Spirit three times in a row, and was forced to retreat by the Ring Spirit with a sword three times in a row. Apart from adding a few wounds to the Ring Spirit, he got nothing. Qin Wuyang was angry and spoke ill without any grace. The reason for this is that the evil fight on the earth is several times more intense than in the sky.

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Qin Wuyang slashed a sword, and the sword was in the air and the golden light was dazzling! The black knight who was leading the way was unable to react and was cut into two pieces on the spot. The knight behind did not stop, discarded the spear, drew his swords one by one, poured his fighting spirit, and then slashed out fiercely.

A sword that a Golden Elixir-level master can never block it by a cat or a dog, but the so-called power of a powerful crossbow cannot penetrate Lu Sha! The bright golden sword light is continuously weakened and there will always be a time to disappear.

After killing 107 Black Knights in a row, the sword light broke and disappeared. Now it was Qingxie and Aragorn's turn to face it.

"Shoot the arrow!" Aragorn shouted sternly

In fact, after seeing the silver horn hanging on the black knight's chest, all the strange thoughts of Aragorn were thrown out of the sky, which was a kind of hatred that was inextricable in blood.

"I am the king of Gondor. Only I am qualified to enfeoff the silver horn. You traitors are all damn. Gondor has fallen, only I can throw the holy white tree and bloom again, only I can let Gondor be reborn in the fire!"

These words are Aragorn's voice, but these words can only roar deep in his heart and cannot be said. This is because the sword of Damocles is always hanging above his head. The ring is not broken and Sauron is not dead. Then Essidor's descendants will always be paid attention to by Sauron, because the Sauron Sword of Nashir is the only weapon that has hurt Sauron, and the Sauron Sword of Nashir can only be used by the royal family of Gondor!

They prepared four longbows in total, including one that Aragorn carried, and there were five in total. The longbow bow strings fluttered continuously, and the white wooden arrows splashed out like money-free.

Arrows fall like rain!

Unfortunately, the results were not great. Except for the Aragorn arrow, the results of others were very small, and it was impossible to say that they had no effect at that time!

The long arrows they shot interfered with each other's sight. Yaragon's white wooden arrows were hidden in them, which seemed like sneak attacks. In a short while, they shot more than a dozen black knights, but their good luck ended here!

On the way the Black Knight charged forward, Qin Wuyang arranged more than 300 puppet wanderers, and the dense crowd shattered the conspiracy of the Black Knight to defeat everyone in one go.

The running black knights were like iron plows, easily cutting the puppet wanderers into two pieces, but like all cavalrymen, when their speed slowed down, it was the end of the cavalry.

The puppet wanderers did not know the pain or fear. They roared and jumped onto the horse, carried the black knights down and rolled on the ground to fight. If this continues, there is no need to wait for Aragorn to take action, the black knights will die, but this is impossible. The peak power among the black knights has not yet taken action.

The Black King looked at the stalemate situation in front of him, frowned deeply, and shouted angrily: "Dropping off the horse and attack." After saying that, the Black King jumped up from the horse's back, drew his sword from the air and slashed the two of them horizontally. The blood of the internal organs instantly dyed the earth red. He looked at the wanderer coldly, and then shouted: "Getting the formation and attacking with a spear!"

The ordinary black knights converted to the East's cultivation level is just like acquired cultivation. The more ferocious ones are the peak of acquired cultivation, and the more powerful ones are the initial level of innate level. Their leader, Black King, is a middle-level master of innate level.

Those puppet wanderers had no power to fight back against the Black King. They used spears, pick, hook, and hung, and used killer moves one after another, and each attack would take away a life. In a very short time, the Black King advanced twenty steps to cover the injured Black Knight back and form a formation.

In the end, the Black Knight's horn formed a front arrow formation. With the Black King as the arrow, he reorganized his team and gradually drilled through the puppet wanderer's military formation. The closer the two sides were, the more panicked the selectors became. After dozens of times of pulling the bow, the novice who did not know how to distribute physical strength suddenly felt that their arms were sore and they could not even pick up the weapons.

The situation has reached its most critical moment!
Chapter completed!