Legend of the Overlord of the Heavens - Chapter 567

Mao Xiaofang and others know that in today’s war, either you die or I live. There is no third way to go.

At the moment, Mao Xiaofang no longer kept his hands. Mao Xiaofang threw the prop bag to Yu Dachu, an apprentice who had formed a tacit understanding for many years. Yu Dachu immediately took out the eight trigrams mirror, ancient money, talisman and flag, and began to arrange the array very quickly with the cooperation of ah Xiu.

Mao Xiaofang himself bit his finger and wiped the blood essence on the peach wood sword in his hand. He was dressed in a Heavenly Master’s suit, which was windless and automatic, showing many spells inside. Under the blood light on the sword, he projected it in all directions and naturally formed an array!

Yu Pengcheng played the role of the front row here. After a fierce battle, he consumed a lot, but at this time, he didn’t have breath. He still summoned Yu Yong to kill with nine ring broadsword to buy time for Mao Xiaofang.

Ma Huanzhen used to fight the enemy empty handed. At this time, he grabbed and photographed a magic sword from Ma Xiaoling to help Yu Pengcheng fight and defend Morton’s attack, so that Yu Pengcheng can give full play to his own combat effectiveness.

Yu Pengcheng had no worries about his future. He took many decisive moves and never distracted himself from defense. With continuous attacks, his one handed knife technique gradually climbed to the peak, and the sparks scattered all over Morton.

After a long attack, he still failed to break through Morton’s defense. Morton seems to have deliberately compared his strength with Yu Pengcheng and resisted his attack with the hardness of his body.

Yu Pengcheng was arrogant. He had never suffered such humiliation. Suddenly, his red and dark face rose, exhaled and drank. The blade of the nine ring knife flashed white. The vigorous Qi condensed on it and pulled out a lightning refraction trace in the air.

The afterwave of the knife awn dispersed, the piano above the church was directly broken, and a large crack opened in the rear wall to see the rear cemetery.

However, the result is only so, at the moment of temporary. The smiling Morton finally changed his color and turned into a bat in the sky. He avoided the chop with little damage.

Yu Pengcheng’s eyes flashed a gray color. The knife he had just made was the strongest one he could gather in his martial arts all his life. He had only made two knives since he became famous. The opponents were all masters who were as famous as themselves at that time, and they could not resist such a knife.

Today, he fought against the evil devil, but he was restrained by the other party’s strange means. His fierce strength was completely useless, which made him feel a great sense of frustration.

The horse behind Yu Pengcheng was really ready. It seemed that Yu Pengcheng would return without success. He waited for Morton’s Avatar to fly away, and then threw a very dense net.

Under the action of its innate Qi, the big net dispersed in an instant. At the moment when Morton scattered and flew, all the bats were shrouded in it. Then the spirit Qi of heaven and earth is induced to form spirit pressure, which is frantically compressed inward to limit it to the greatest extent.

“Mao, are you ready?” The horse really seemed to use a lot of force. At this time, he was bulging and couldn’t do anything else.

The nine palaces and eight trigrams array arranged by Yu Dachu and ah Xiu has been formed, which coincides with the rune array projected by Mao Xiaofang’s Heavenly Master’s clothes. Mao Xiaofang in the eyes of the array is blessed by multiple spiritual forces, which directly leads to the power of heaven and earth. There are great works of spiritual light in the array. Even ordinary people who can’t feel the aura of heaven and earth can feel the violent fluctuation of aura at this time.

The peach wood sword in Mao Xiaofang’s hand flew out and stabbed the bats of Morton’s incarnation.

Then a visible wave in the air was transmitted to the peach wood sword. Mao Xiaofang’s essence blood stained on the sword was extracted from the past. For a time, the blood was brilliant, and the whole peach wood sword suddenly exploded.

It seemed as if a typhoon had hung in the church. Yu Dachu, ah Xiu, Ma Xiaoling and Yu Hongtu, who were slightly weak, all flew away.

The netted Morton was blown into a pool of blood mud, splashed everywhere, and everyone was contaminated with some.

Wei Ran looked at the blood falling on his body and seemed to be still wriggling. His mind flashed vigilance and shouted, “shake the blood off his body quickly!”

Before they could react, the blood stains stuck to everyone suddenly went into their bodies.

The four disciples were the first to be seriously injured. They could not resist such a strange attack. They fell to the ground in pain. There seemed to be something flowing in the subcutaneous blood vessels, approaching the heart step by step.

Although Mao Xiaofang and others have just made a big move and are in a relatively weak state, they can barely resist the erosion of blood, but they can’t help their disciples.

Wei Ran’s blood on the body surface was also invading his body, but it was directly transpiration by the high temperature ignited by his blood boiling mode. Then he quickly ran behind ah Xiu and others and punched them in their vests.

The vigorous Qi rushed into their bodies. Under the control of Wei Ran, they generally rushed to the blood clan in the four people’s bodies. A small part was directly destroyed by the vigorous Qi. Most of them realized that it was bad and took the initiative to leave their bodies.

The same is true for Mao Xiaofang and others. Morton’s blood flew out of the skin pores and then condensed in the air to restore his original appearance.

He looked at Wei Ran in surprise, and his eyes flashed a color of meditation, as if he were carrying on a memory or nostalgia spanning a long time and space.

“It’s very similar to the blood power of the adult and has a very familiar feeling. Said, “who did you learn this skill from?”

Facing Morton’s question, Wei Ran only smiled sarcastically, “that adult? Which adult is it? ”

Morton’s eyes flashed, “you should be glad that you seem to master the inheritance of that adult, otherwise I will kill you now and turn you into my servant.”

Wei Ran walked slowly towards him, shaking his fingers as he walked, “no, no, no, even if you don’t have any sympathy, you’re not my opponent. It’s far from enough. A-level demon hunter can kill you.”

Morton’s pupils contracted suddenly. Since the beginning of the 20th century, the profession of demon hunter has almost completely disappeared under the secret encirclement and suppression of the blood clan.

Only the hypocrite who is clearly a werewolf, but always regards himself as a messenger of justice, and calls himself a demon hunter in the name of that adult.

How could this East Asian man know that the demon hunter exists, or A-level demon hunter? Is he really the heir to that adult?

“Do you know the class a demon hunter? It seems that you must know that adult. Tell me where he is. As long as you tell me, I…… ”

What answered Morton was a rapidly enlarged fist, which was so fast that he couldn’t escape. One punch smashed all the rest of his words back into his stomach, knocked down eight teeth, and damaged the church wall at the same time.

Morton stood up awkwardly from the hard reinforced concrete. He was hit by Wei Huo in the prayer room and broke a shear wall.

He vomited blood out of his mouth. When he raised his head again, sharp teeth grew again, and his eyes became blood red.

“You are suicidal!”

Morton stretched out his hand, and a long sword appeared out of thin air on his right hand, which was five points similar to the magic sword in Dracula’s hand, burning green magic flame.

Morton’s momentum suddenly changed, like a demon God who came to the world.

Mao Xiaofang and others knew that when Morton fought with them, they didn’t use their best! At that time, my heart was full of depression.

Yu Pengcheng had tried this kind of taste before. He was able to adapt quickly and threw his big knife at Wei Ran.

“Young man, go on! Help me kill him! ” In a hurry and anger, what Yu Pengcheng jumped out of his mouth was Mandarin.