Chapter 1212: Five hundred and sixteen

Chapter 1212, Chapter 516: Picking Up Fate
Left and right, he was hit by Xiang Zhuang more than ten times with just one breath, and Gou Chen's injury was even more serious.
And Xiang Zhuang's shot has become more decisive and confident. He knows that he will be the winner of this battle.
Although he paid the price of an earth-level magic weapon and an original Wuzong, if the demon master can be captured or killed alive, then the price is really not high.
Not to mention the hidden flowers made by Wang Fulin and King Dutian, the demon Lord Gouchen alone has a lot to dig.
For example, where did the demon lord Gouchen's inheritance come from, why he could contain the blood evil without being corroded by his body, and what was the secret of motivating the Nine Heavens Thunder and conquering the Dao for thousands of miles.
This is an incredible treasure house in itself, and this treasure house will soon become the cornerstone of the Xiang family, how can Xiang Zhuang not be excited.
Another palm was printed on the chest of Demon Lord Gou Chen, causing the tall and thin man in star robes to fall into the ruins like a meteor.
The proud Xiang Zhuang landed slowly, looking at the demon master who was struggling to get up, his foot collapsed.
"Crack!"
The spine dragon, which was already full of cracks, was completely smashed. Xiang Zhuang grabbed the head of the demon lord Goo Chen and grabbed it from the ground.
"Unexpectedly, Demon Lord Gouchen, who is in the world, would actually be planted in my hands."
With inexplicable excitement and pride, Xiang Zhuang completely put down his guard and said proudly.
The spine dragon is the center of the gong body. When the dragon is broken, it cuts off the connection between the martial artist and the dantian spiritual power. If you want to use the spirit to control the dantian, the speed is too slow and the movement is too big. Xiangzhuang has a hundred methods to stop it.
So at the moment, Gou Chen, the demon lord who is like mud, can't find any storms at all.
"I want to see what the world-renowned Demon Lord Goo Chen looks like."
The victor with the advantage always wants to satisfy his curiosity first. Xiang Zhuang, who is holding the head of the demon lord, shakes his right hand, and then uncovers the mask of the demon lord’s face, revealing a beautiful and beautiful look inside. Resolute face.
Although he had imagined the appearance of countless demon masters Gouchen in his mind, such a young pair was something Xiang Zhuang had never expected.
What he didn't even expect was that the Demon Lord, who was like a mud, was actually laughing!
That smile is like an old hunter who has waited his whole life, and finally saw the pride of big goods entering the pit.
Xiang Zhuang's heart was hairy, and the air of the Sundanese in his body was agitated, and he planned to re-execute the old technique and leave his original position.
The lack of spiritual power made Tang Luo unable to perform many of his stunts. Among them was Star Swirl. If he wanted to absorb a powerful person like Xiang Zhuang, he had to get the opponent half an arm away from him, and he had to be stunned.
So Tang Luo wants to gamble, the gambling village will be curious about the identity of the demon master, and the gambling village will feel that the living demon is more valuable than the dead.
He was right. When Xiang Zhuang had the advantage, he finally wanted to maximize his benefits, ignoring the risks that might arise.
"That foot should step on the head."
Tang Luo's white teeth were still bloodshot, and the demon lord who broke the spine dragon was like a ghost, grinning toward Xiang Zhuang.
The Blood River Divine Sword, which contained massive amounts of its own essence and blood, spouted from Tang Luo's mouth, cutting off the head of the proud Xiang Zhuang.
Although the unwilling fierce realm peak died, the fierce soul flew out of the gods and wanted to die with Tang Luo.
Then, naturally there is no more.
Tang Luo, who fell to the ground with the headless corpse, let out a long sigh of relief. He tied the broken spine dragon at random with the star-core spirit beam netting, and then poured the three-point casting labor with the innate ambiguity. Stand up.
Before the injury, it is necessary to repair the injury of the spine dragon collapsed. It is less to say to use the ambiguous innate aura for one day, but now it only takes a few simple steps to be able to stand up. This kind of progress is amazing. .
It's just that even though it can stand up, the spine dragon with many holes is still a good thing, not to mention the fierce physique battle again, even bending and twisting are difficult.
At least you have to let the innate aura nourish for a while before you have a chance to restore your combat power to 30-40%.
So, now I can only pray that Wu Zong's escape technique without calves is amazing, and I can give myself more time to adjust his breath.
Tang Luo, who had difficulty bending over to pick up the mask from the ground, brought the mask back to his face, and felt a wave of spiritual power from far to near. He raised his head. Isn't it the Xiang family Wuzong who broke his leg?
It was even more uncomfortable than eating flies. Tang Luo felt that he was really unlucky. Even if he didn't reborn a spearman, he was sorry for this lucky E.
Please beg for it, the time of the other party's return is still such a coincidence, there is no time for him to grab his breath and avoid.
At the moment, the physical skills are greatly out of standard due to the problem of the spine dragon, and the blood evil accumulated in the heart of Shura these days has also been squeezed out.
There are still a lot of innate aura, but most of them are used to assist the spiritual power to maintain the spine and suppress the chest injury. If it is convulsed, without the other party's hands, he will first physically collapse.
Well, except for the self-destruction, there is no room left?
After carefully examining his own situation, Tang Luo could only draw such a conclusion in the end, but it was not bad compared to being slaughtered by others.
With this kind of physical and spiritual power, killing the two peaks of the fierce realm, even the top saint child, is afraid that it is not at this level of combat power?
Before he died, he made a fair and objective evaluation of his combat power. Tang Luoyang raised his head and slowly lifted off into the air, intending to finally shine.
But after discovering that Wu Zong, who had a broken leg, took a look here, she ran away without a trace.
Even with Tang Luo's eyesight, he could see the panic and pale face in Wu Zong's eyes with the broken leg.
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Looking at the cloud shadow that disappeared from the horizon, Tang Luo felt a little happy inexplicably.
After all, no one is willing to die if they can live. The other party runs in such a hurry, it should be something urgent at home.
Turning his head and looking at the headless corpse belonging to Zhengxiangzhuang, Dongyingying, Tang Luo grabbed the boneless chin and was very satisfied with his judgment.
On the 29th of the first month of the Longzhou calendar, 1787, I, Tang Luo, took my life back.
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In martial arts, the more you go back, the more you feel that the gap is bigger.
To give a simple example, turning the time back, the stage where the gap between aristocratic martial artist and holy land martial artist is the smallest is the mortal state.
Even the saint child who was famous all over the world at this time, pushed back to the level of mortal realm, was not much better than aristocratic martial artist.
It's just like the top students and ordinary students who have retired to the first and second grades of elementary school will have many glorious moments when they get a tie.
The same is true for martial arts. The farther behind, the greater the gap. The so-called strength is such a realistic and cruel thing.
(End of this chapter)