Chapter 1293: worship

Such a fierce two swords, suddenly volleyed out, did make everyone a bit mad...
Even Ji Nan and others have previously judged that Luo Zheng was taking the sacred sword in the test, so he did not use all his strength, but the two swords that broke out still made them unprepared. Although they have already left the city, they are all stunned. The dragonfly floats in the air...
In the hall of cause and effect, Luo Zheng did not show a sword.
What he showed was his sturdy flesh and the power of monsters.
"This guy, we don't need our help at all..." Ji Nan said, sucking and sucking the delicate nose.
There are many people onlookers here, and some of them are also secretly observing the battle between Luo Zheng and the Tao.
In their view, both the Luo Zheng and the dream points of the Tao are an astronomical number. If you kill them and get half of their dream points, you can make their ranking soar and quickly enter the forefront of this big world!
These obsessed people, regardless of their observations, also want to wait for a shot.
If it succeeds, it will be profitable. If it fails, it will only be killed once...
Now that I saw the real strength of Luo Zheng, these people also dispelled this crazy thought in my heart. This Luo Zheng is terrible.
As for the clues of killing holy guns, the face is very unnatural, and the whole person is a bit stunned.
At this moment, Luo Zheng stared at the faint whisper and said: "We... continue?"
Surrounded by not killing, the game is the heart of the heart.
Here is a fantasy battlefield, Luo Zheng will not be able to break the heart of the martial arts, but it is enough to hit his confidence!
"call out!"
Killing the holy gun again pierced.
"Ding……"
The sword was still opened by Luo Zheng, and the sound of Luo Zheng sounded lightly.
"You are the arrogance of the demon night, but the arrogance should not be so weak..."
Now, the meditation is even more impossible to shoot. The back of the whole person is attached to the wall. There is no retreat. It is just looking at Luo Zheng with desperate eyes. Under such pressure, he even has at least Impulsive, at least get rid of this demon-like guy!
"So you made a mistake, the weapon is sharp, but it is a good thing, but you have lost confidence, relying on this gun, but not playing your own strength..." Luo Zheng said, his eyes recovered. Some of the look, but he gradually retreated from the state of lyrics, and his face also showed a light smile.
Luo Zheng’s words are to make the heart of the meditation tremble, indeed...
He confronted Luo Zheng, from beginning to end, but only mobilized the guns in the killing of the holy gun, never used his ability.
After Luo Zheng sealed his offensive, he became extremely passive from beginning to end. His own strength is not only that, it is indeed too dependent on this gun.
Even worse, killing the holy gun is extremely powerful, but it depends on who is in it...
Since the beginning of forging, this killing holy gun has been driven by the power of the king of the killing. The general warrior is really good at driving the power of the real yuan, but naturally it is impossible to play the true power of killing the holy gun.
"Indeed, I am really too dependent on the holy gun," said the filthy boring, but in the blink of an eye, there was another burst of smile in the eyes of the meditation. There was a hint of coldness in the smile. "But you Also made a mistake..."
"What's wrong?" Luo Zheng asked, staring at the underworld.
"Your mistake is... you thought you won!"
The voice of the mourning has just fallen, and the top of the gun that killed the sacred gun suddenly spread two thin vines. The tops of the two vines, one black and one white, are extremely sharp, and they grow into the arm of the sacred moment. Among them...
If you smoke here, you can see what the underworld is.
He is offering himself and offering himself to killing holy guns...
The king of the demon nights is to lead the lower part of the hand to resist the invasion of foreigners.
As the king of killing, there is no failure, only death...
In the face of unbeatable opponents, the king of killing will inspire the last move in the holy gun and enshrine himself to kill the holy gun.
All of his own meridians will be replaced by Ruomu and Xunmu. After dedicating to the killing of the holy gun, he will become a killing machine controlled by the killing of the holy gun. In a short time, it will be an immortal existence, and the combat power will also produce terror. The increase!
Most of the kings of killings in the past are killed in this tragic way, but before the death of the war, they will drag two or three Tianzun to accompany them!
At the beginning, the smoke was killed by Yao. In the face of the internal struggle, the smoker did not choose to enshrine himself to kill the holy gun. At that time, she thought that there was still room for reversal, otherwise even if the belief pool was sealed, smoked. The same will drag Yao into hell.
There will be no real death in the fantasy battlefield...
After the meditation of himself, he can return to the main city to resurrect, so at this moment he did not hesitate to offer himself to the holy gun.
When the two vines invaded the arm of the meditation, his face was a white, obviously very painful.
The vine began to stretch quickly, and the naked eye could see two bulges on his arm that swiftly traveled through it, as if two reptiles were licking in his body, and quickly ran into his internal organs along his arm, in his The body quickly stretched out and eventually took control of his body!
At this moment, Luo Zheng’s heart has produced a very unpleasant feeling, which is a sense of its own life and death crisis!
Realizing that the situation is not good, Luo Zheng, the arm twisted, suddenly a sword, they stinged toward the road!
This sword runs directly through the chest of the meditation...
But after Luo levied the sword, he did not find any traces of blood on the sword.
The blood in the body of the mourning has been smothered by the killing of the holy gun, and the black and white murderous sacred gun has been stained with blood red.
"kill!"
When Luo Zheng’s eyebrows were twisted, the thunder and sacred swords broke out with an unrivaled power!
"Hey..."
Every sword is in the flesh, and it can leave amazing wounds on him.
But there is no blood spilling, and the sword is smashed in the meditation, and it can't be crushed. The meridians above and below the body have been replaced by two kinds of sacred woods, such as Ruomu and Xunmu. The wood above the heavens is impossible to break!
Soon after, the sorrow opened his eyes, and his eyes were in a state of sluggishness, showing a sense of death, while the throat could not help but make a strange sound.
After offering himself to the killing rifle, the holy gun became the master of the mourning, and the mourning became the "zombie" controlled by the holy gun.
Realizing that the bad Luo Zheng, suddenly retreating along the wall of the main city, opened a few feet away with the meditation!
And at this moment, the meditation began to move, or it can be said that the holy gun began to move...
"Hey!"
Although the movements of the meditation are slightly stiff, it is like a zombie.
But the speed turned out to be surprisingly fast, and it was difficult for Luo Zheng to avoid it!
Even if Luo Zheng has opened a distance that is not close, he can hold the killing holy gun in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, he will catch up with Luo Zheng. The double-pointed gun in his hand is even lightning fast. Come!
That is a flat thorn!
There are no fancy, but it is very deadly, because the speed is almost as fast as Luo Zheng can't understand.
The world of martial arts, only fast.
When the speed reaches such an extreme, one stroke and one stroke are fatal.
Even if Luo Zheng runs eight flutes of smoke, it is difficult to avoid twisting his body as much as possible. The shot directly runs through Luo Zheng’s right chest and passes through the back of Luo Zheng. The gun is on Luo Zheng’s shoulder. Four blood holes are left, and blood sputum flows out of it.
With one shot, the right hand of the meditation gently shrank, and the second shot followed.
Before the enlightenment, the thought of killing Luo Zheng was passed to the holy gun. The only goal of killing the holy gun at this moment is to kill Luo Zheng, not to die!
However, the second shot of the martyrdom had just been stabbed, but Luo Zheng was in a hovering and turned over into the main city on one side...