Chapter 111: Rain magic power

The evil cow king launched a mad madness, carrying Ye Chuan slamming, and the speed is getting faster and faster. But the feeling of danger has not only disappeared, but has become more and more intense.
Wearing a gray robe, the cold rain chased it up, faintly pressed one by one, and then pulled again, another sharp rain blade made a hand out.
The sound of cymbals and cymbals suddenly sounded in the fog.
Behind Ye Chuan, a mangosteen fell in a row and the wind went straight to the heart of Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuantou did not return, his body suddenly dumped, and turned over in the belly of the mad cow. In the thick fog, the cold light appeared, and the sharp sharp edge wiped the back of the evil cow king, bringing a rain.
The evil cow king skin is thick and thick, standing still, and the average person can not leave a scar with a sword. The gray-robed man’s rainy hand is made of raindrops, and it’s sharply stroked with a large amount of blood rain.
"Always go west, go to the cloud sect!"
Ye Chuan suddenly stood up and took a shot. He took out the wicked king of the mad cow and pushed it to the cloud.
This domesticated king of evil spirits carries his breath. The average person can't sense it, but the sorcerer, the fat man Zhao Dazhi and Zhu Sijia who stayed at Ziyunfeng will not feel it. Once the cloud sect masters came to help, the gray robes were even fierce, and I was afraid to have to retreat. After all, here is the site of Yunwu Zong, and there is only one person in the gray robe.
Hey!
In the thick fog, the mourning of the evil king, the footsteps rolling like thunder, with anger and disappointment.
Different from the general evil eye cow demon, this evil cow king has already opened his mind and quickly understood the intention of Ye Chuan. Turning around and rushing up can not save Ye Chuan, just to die.
"Young man, do you want that bull to return to the Zongmen?"
The gray robes rained up and looked up. They didn't have an expression to stop the evil cow king who ran away from the legs. Let it go and faintly said: "It's useless. There are still fifty miles in the cloud sect, one after another. Hundred miles. Even if the bull is fast, even if it arrives with a cloud master, it can only be used for your corpse!"
The gray robes are extremely confident, and it is a piece of cake for him to kill a young man who is a monk.
Once, the killer rain magic was a household name in the Daqin Dynasty, and it was a nightmare of many people. But as early as hundreds of years ago, he began to retreat, and single-mindedly in the seal of the sword to retreat without asking the world. Assassination of a monk in the district, such a task is justified by the fact that he does not need to be hands-on, he also washed the gold plate. Helpless, once owed a cloud of the three elders Bai Yanhu, a human sentiment, after receiving a letter from the Golden Eagle, had to make an exception.
Four hundred years, or three hundred and seventy years?
The rain was a bit bleak, and I forgot when I last murdered, and even forgot how old I was this year. He only knows that his own limit has not been much, and he is about to run out of life.
A super killer who once ran across the invincible hands of the mainland, killing one enemy by himself, hunting a powerful goal, but finally watching the old man, this is life!
Rain and cold are not reconciled, and quickly completed the task to kill Ye Chuan, he also rushed back to Feng Jianzhen retreat, hoping to break through the bottleneck in the last short period of time.
From the six people of the real world to the seven people of the real world, it is a gap between small realms, but also a leap and transformation.
After this step, he will become the first killer of the real people in the history of the Daqin Dynasty, and his life will increase greatly. He can live for hundreds or even thousands of years!
"You only have half a column of incense time, let's do it!"
Ye Chuan looked cold and cold, and the breath was quickly calmed down. The peace of mind was calm, and a mist of water swelled from under his feet, faintly blending with the bamboo forest covered with fog.
The face of the rainy cold suddenly became a little dignified. Without saying anything, the flying body swept away to Ye Chuan, and reached out and pulled it one by one. Another drop of raindrops turned into a sharp blade and came out.
Ye Chuan's calmness and calmness made the rain and cold feel a little uneasy for the first time.
When Ye Chuan smashed Hong Lie and others, he watched it from the side. At that time, Ye Chuan was amazing in his eyes. He was much more powerful than the average monk, but he still had the confidence to follow the bamboo forest all the way. Now, confidence has begun to shake slightly.
After knowing your own name and witnessing your own strength, who can be so calm?
As a top killer, Yu Han has seen a lot of masters. Only the kind of invincible existence against the sky will have the look of Ye Chuan at this moment. Not only will there be no rush to escape, but it will be faintly said that he has only half a column of incense time. How calm and calm is this?
The sound of smashing the air, once again.
The bamboo that ran between the two people fell down one by one.
Ye Chuan did not hide this time, and he raised the blood spear in his hand, and the sharp edge of the gun tip.
Drops, as if a drop of water fell on a sharp stone, tearing into pieces, splashing a splash of water.
The screaming blade quickly disintegrated and became scattered. The blood spear in the hand of Ye Chuan suddenly bent and creaked. It seemed to be broken, and the body could not help but fly back.
A small drop of raindrops, in the hands of the killer rain, is heavier than the tens of thousands of pounds of bronze tripod, the power is terrible!
At the moment of a shot, Ye Chuan urged two swallows in the body, and the force of 36,000 kilograms suddenly broke out. However, the body is still being shaken!
"what……"
The killer screamed in the cold, his face was strange, shocked and dignified.
A small drop of raindrops smashed Ye Chuan, and even the main scorpion bear of Xuanting Gate was afraid of this skill, but it was not enough for the killer. I thought that this drop of rain could shatter the rifle in Ye Chuan's hand and then hit him through his chest. This result is far from what he wants and is unexpected.
Ye Chuan is indeed only a monk's heavy cultivation, but the strength of the show, I am afraid that the monks of the three monks are not as good as the disciples!
"Come back!"
The killer rained cold and caught up, and his hands jerked. This time, the sharp-edged blade increased to three handles, respectively, piercing Ye Chuan's heart, throat and eyebrows. This blow, the power has tripled!
When the blow failed, the killer rain began to attack with all strength, and it was quick to decide.
Ye Chuan is really not wrong, his time is only half a column of incense time, can not kill Ye Chuan, Yunwu master master, it is troublesome.
Different from the average person, the ancient sect of the Yunwuzong, the killer and the cold has always had a deep respect, and never easily cross the thunder pool.
It was this cautious and almost devout awe that allowed him to stand out from the first-class killers of the same period and lived to the present. In fact, he is very reluctant to take over this task. Ye Chuan is a disciple of the cloud. However, due to the commitments of the year, I had to make it difficult.