Chapter 301: Death stunned (second more!)

The giant hand covers the sky, and a rune in the hands of the giant hand circulates, emitting a horrible pressure, far beyond the previous wooden scorpion, just like Tianwei, even under the collision of three methods. Still catching up quickly with Luo Yang.
"Tianjian!"
After feeling the horror of the giant hand, Luo Yang's eyes tightened, and there was no hesitation in his hands. In the fast, the sword in Dantian suddenly trembled and burst into a fierce sword.
A sword is in the body of Luo Yang. As Luo Yang’s finger is falling behind, the sword is quickly condensed into a blue sword. When the sound of the sword rang through the sky, it collided with the blood-colored giant again. .
boom!
An earth-shattering roar blew in the valley, and the roaring sound echoed. The blue sword shadow suddenly shattered, and the violent swords swept across the whole world. The giant hand also quickly emerged a crack.
Between the interest rates, the cracks in the earth will make up for the entire blood color giant. Under the impact of the sword, the giants who cover the sky burst into bursts, turning into a terrible wave, sweeping in all directions.
The horrible air slammed into Luo Yang's body. Luo Yang's mouth spurted a blood, his body was like a broken kite, and he flew out instantly and slammed on the ground.
"Hey? Actually, I can take a hand from the old man. It seems that the monks on this day are not all waste..."
Seeing that Luo Yang was able to defeat the giant, the old man, known as Rong Lao, gave a scorn in his mouth and seemed to say something unexpectedly.
"Right old, with your cultivation as a bleeding, even if he can take it, I am afraid it will not live."
The white robe youth slowly regained his gaze and said faintly, the look on his face did not change from beginning to end.
"The young Master Dong Ming said that it was right. The blood was left behind. The old slave did not use all his strength, but it was enough to kill the monk in the middle of Yuan Tianjing. He was able to die under the trick of the old man. Honored." Rong Lao nodded and said with a smile.
"North old, you go to the barbaric body, ready to carry out a blood sacrifice! This magic gun, I am determined to win!"
The white robe youth whispered a word and looked up at the bluestone statue in front of him. When the eyes swept over, the white jade rifle in the statue's hand stopped, and his eyes showed a fiery look.
"As long as this magic gun is in hand, Li’s 19th-generation emperor is not my Li Dongming!"
When Li Dongming looked at the magic gun, three of the three old men, who were only the early days of Yuan Tianjing, came to the place where Luo Yang was.
"I don't know the barbarians who live and die. This funeral sacred valley is the ants that you can enter. You can meet me, and you can only blame your own bad luck."
After the eyes swept over Roy's scorpion, the old man's face showed a cold color, and after a faint sentence, he raised his hand and wanted to put Luoyang's "corpse" away.
But just as he was just approaching, a fierce swordman suddenly rushed from the ground, emitting cold cold, and went straight to the old man.
The face of the old man changed, and his eyes looked flustered. But after all, he was a monk of Yuantianjing. The electric light and the flint quickly calmed down, and in the middle of his hand, pointing to the sword, a huge ice wall appeared in front of him, and he was firmly guarded. Behind him.
"Damn barbarians, actually so treacherous, want to swindle..."
There was a layer of anger on the face of Bei Lao, and he screamed in his mouth. Only his voice has not been finished, the Dawson's cold swordsman stabbed the ice wall. Under the incredible gaze of the old man, Jianmang directly penetrated the ice wall and squatted on his chest!
A scream of screams rang from the square, and under the sword, the old chest of the old man had an extra wound, and the blood spewed out, even the white bone in the chest. Dismissed.
A large amount of blood sprang from the body of the old man, pouring it over the white jade square, and slowly flowing to the blood on the ground to form a fairy, making it more horrible.
The old man’s body was constantly retreating. While swallowing the medicinal treatment of the medicinal herbs, he looked at the swordsman with a look of grief. At this moment, the Jianguang had already dissipated, revealing a broken black iron sword. Quietly suspended in the air.
In the back of the black iron sword, a black robe youth slowly walked out, it is in the eyes of the old, the Luoyang!
At the moment, Luo Yang’s robes were broken and his face was very pale, but the injuries in his body had mostly recovered, and there were no signs of injury.
"I don't know the barbarians who are thick and thick, but they dare to hurt the old man. The old man will definitely break you down!"
The horrible murder was radiated from the body of the old man. His look was stunned and his eyes looked at Luoyang, revealing the cold color of Sen.
Without paying attention to the embarrassment of the old man, Luo Yang’s gaze looked toward the center of the square. The three men, including the old man, had noticed the movements that had taken place here, and they appeared in the shape of a flash. The miserable North is behind.
"A hard-hitting old man's blood is gone, but he can still survive in good condition. This barbaric body seems to have some special places..." The old man’s gaze swept away from Luoyang’s body, cold and cold. Said the ground.
"Then trouble you, you will shoot again, but remember to keep his life."
Li Dongming’s face showed a look of interest, faintly opening, as if he had decided Luo Sheng’s life and death.
"The young master is assured that the old slave will only abolish his cultivation and will not hurt his life."
The old man, known as Rong Lao, nodded. Between the figure, he directly displayed the technique of shrinking the ground and appeared in front of Luo Yang.
"Barbaric kid, let the old man come to see what secrets are in your body."
Rong old’s face showed sneer, and his right hand explored Luo Yang. The horrible pressure swept the entire square, enough to make any monk in the early days of Yuan Tianjing chill.
Under the pressure of terror, Luo Yang’s body was tense, as if he had lost his ability to act. Under his teeth, he had to display nine cents, but at the same time that the old man’s right hand was explored, it was full of scarcity. The dead air suddenly broke out from the valley.
The black light swept across the square. For a time, both Luoyang and the old man and the like felt an inexplicable heart. The time between the whole world seemed to stop at this moment.
When the dead air was gone, the face of the old man changed suddenly, and Luo Yang was directly abandoned. The figure hurriedly retreated and returned to the side of Li Dongming. The old ground was filled with a panic look.
Almost as soon as Rong Rong retreated, Luo Yang’s face changed dramatically. After looking at the end of the square, his eyes suddenly tightened...