Chapter 135: One hundred thirty eight

Chapter 135 Chapter 138: Go Home (9)
The red shadow of Shura shook hard, the pure white giant sword light came from the south of the sky, and the fierce flying head giant barbarian, three powerful fierce warriors with full firepower, launched an attack towards the golden giant.
In the shadow of the golden fist, Feng Wendong smiled and shed tears. In his life, he has been majestic and humiliated; he has been wise and stupid.
But at the last moment of his life, two good brothers could fight side by side with him. In this life, he did not live in vain.
The spiritual power has dried up, and even the essence and blood have been swallowed by the shadow of Shura, but he knows that he can't die now because he has to block the frontal attack of the golden giant for the two brothers.
"With my flesh and soul..." Feng Wendong's eyes flashed resolutely, since the brothers are going to fight, then I will burn everything and give you a chance to win!
"Sacrifice Shura's battle soul, and kill the invading enemy!"
The body of a powerful and fierce warrior ignited the fire of Shura. Feng Wendong took the flesh and soul as nourishment to sacrifice the battle spirit of Shura in exchange for the last splendor in his life!
Limbs, body, and head burned out, everything is lost, but my soul will never die.
"Big Brother!" Feng Wendong dissipated in mid-air in two mourning, his body died and his soul died.
The shadow of Shura became clearer under the nourishment of flesh and blood, just like a real Shura warlord appeared, shattering a giant golden fist with one blow.
With his death, Wu Zhuo and Lu Zhenghe exploded in grief and indignation.
"This knife is for Brother Jin Huan!" Lu Zhenghe's eyes were full of sorrow, and he slashed the golden giant's head with a knife, cutting the head that resembled Tang Sen in half.
Wu Zhuo's flying head slammed into the golden giant's chest, and the huge black horns sank into the giant's chest!
The black horn burst, the giant's chest was torn by this violent spiritual power, and the entire upper body was exploded!
The Shadow of Shura was full of fighting spirit, gave birth to three heads and six arms, stepped into the big hole in the giant's chest, and began to smash. In a short while, the upper body of the golden giant was crushed, leaving the waist and legs standing on the spot.
The three shots together, just a few breaths, smashing the golden giant like a to half of his body.
"Big brother! We have revenge for you." Wu Zhuo watched as the unbeatable golden giant was wiped out, and finally couldn't control his emotions, crying towards the shadow of Asura who was still attacking with tears.
Lu Zhenghe was also full of grief, watching the shadow of Shura go away, and his mind was full of pictures of Feng Wendong taking care of them when he was a teenager and a young man.
At this moment, the golden giant with only two legs leaped high, raised his right leg in the air, and threw a whip on Lu Zhenghe who was standing in the air.
Perhaps it is not appropriate to use a shake, because in Lu Zhenghe's eyes, it is a big mountain waving over. After losing his spirit armor, he can only perform body protection exercises in a hurry, with a long knife in his hand on his chest.
"boom!"
A huge sonic boom sounded at the place where the long knife was blocked, and Lu Zheng and the whole person were dumbfounded: "What terrible power is this?"
The right wrist holding the handle of the knife broke, and the palm of the left hand against the blade was broken. The golden mountain smashed into his chest, his bones and muscles were broken, like a fallen meteor, following the path of the giant whip, fiercely Falling to the ground smashed a huge hole.
Without the protection of the spirit armor, Lu Zhenghe's blood was only blocked by the golden giant's blow, and his internal organs were shattered.
"Brother Lu!" Wu Zhuo's eyes were splitting, he looked at the golden giant half-length in disbelief, and actually killed another old brother of him!
What is even more desperate is that the upper body of the golden giant recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the golden stones that were broken up, as if attracted by something, gathered towards this half-length giant.
In just a few breaths, the golden giant recovered as before, waving a giant fist towards Wu Zhuo!
And Wu Zhuo, who was immersed in grief, didn't even turn his head back. If he was confirmed by this punch, even if he was in the spirit armor, a severely injured and vomiting blood would definitely not run away.
Because although the spiritual power attached to the golden giant is not strong, the terrible power can easily pass through the spiritual armor and shake the inner organs of the warrior, even the body of the strong in the fierce state, under this terrible power, There is no room for resistance.
Fortunately, the shadow of Asura appeared at the right time and blocked the golden giant's murderous punch. Just when the giant's half body rose into the air, it was shaken to the ground, and now it is back again.
The enemy is immortal, and the fighting is endless. This is the soul of Asura.
The three-headed six-armed Asura was armed with various Blood Fiend weapons and hit the golden giant. Each blow could knock the golden giant out of a big hole, but the golden giant recovered instantly, as if these attacks did not work at all.
Asura is immortal and immortal. Even if the incomparable power of the golden giant is smashed in the front, it will only be knocked into the air and will not be destroyed. But after all, it is not a real asura, but an immortal battle blessed by the spirit of a fierce martial artist Meaning, in such a fierce battle, its figure faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Two divine lights reappeared in the golden giant's eyes, hitting the weakened Asura body, destroying it.
From the beginning to the end, Wu Zhuo stood in the air like this, just staring blankly at the shadow of Asura, being blown apart with a punch.
The golden giant who had wiped out Ashura cast his gaze on Wu Zhuo. The giant's face that resembled Tang Sen, with a very flat expression, slammed Wu Zhuo into the air.
"The first lord." Wu Zhuo looked at the golden giant fist without dodge or avoid it. He looked at the golden giant and said, "Please listen to me."
The golden giant fist did not pause at all, and continued to hit him.
From the moment they planned to take action against Tang Luo, there was no need for the two to talk. In Tang Sen's heart, the position of the family was even more important than the family.
If he didn't come with him today, his beloved son might be in danger. When he thinks about this, he feels a little angry. Not only these four families will die, but their families will also die.
Wu Zhuo looked at the giant fist that did not pause, his face unchanged, and he looked like life and death out of the blue, and said lightly: "There is a type of magic spell in the four or nine ghost curses, the name is soul curse, which burns out the essence and blood. The curse of life-killing ghosts. For warriors one level lower, it is a curse that must kill."
The golden giant fist stopped in front of Wu Zhuo, and the strong wind blew his long hair!
"Now, can you talk about it?" Wu Zhuo didn't even see the giant fist in front of him, staring straight at the golden giant's face.
The golden giant slowly retracted the stone fist and opened his mouth, and Tang Sen flew out of the golden giant's mouth like this, standing opposite Wu Zhuo, with a cold expression.
Wu Zhuo smiled freely, and said relaxedly: "I used to think that this type of curse is useless at all. It is only by burning the essence and blood to curse a warrior at a lower level. This is not a great tale of the world. I did not expect that I actually rely on it today. With this incantation, it is an honor to be able to talk to the head of Tang."
Town Sen's face was heavy and he said nothing. Thinking about the possibility of killing Wu Zhuo quickly.
As the first person in the martial arts, he knows most of the profound-level techniques. There is indeed a soul curse in the four or nine ghost curses, but he doesn't understand the specific effects. He thought it was just a general curse. Now listen to it. Coming, it was the thing that made him most afraid.
He looked at Wu Zhuo, who was wearing the spirit armor, his heart sank. The fierce warrior in the spirit armor wanted to kill with one blow. It was like a dream. Even he couldn't do it, and burned out the secret method of the soul. It takes a breath to perform.
If the cards are all out, he does have a way to smash Wu Zhuo's body, but if the opponent reacts fast enough and does not evade, he will directly practice the spirit to start a curse.
He couldn't bear the result, so Townson didn't dare to bet.
This is also the biggest capital Wu Zhuo can negotiate with him now.
(End of this chapter)