Chapter 800: 1 gun

Ouyang Ming still converged his breath to the point of death, as if he had entered into the turtle breath.
After half an hour, a white shadow glanced through the air, his face gloomy like water, it was just going back and centrifuging. He snorted coldly, with blue muscles on his face, like the worms wriggling constantly, and his terrifying face reflected together, the indescribable greasy, especially his eyes, scarlet like blood.
Blood Shadow glanced at him, only to feel that a chill hit his mind, and quickly looked away.
After another half hour, Ouyang Ming spit out a cloud of gas in his mouth, and a string of bubbles emerged from the water and exploded one after another on the water.
He was stuffy in the water. The temperature of the river in the late autumn and early morning was already very low, but every pore on his body still had fine sweat sweat flowing out, mixed with the clear river water. He took a breath of air and suddenly gave a warning. Ouyang Ming couldn't take care of anything else, his body was directly biased outwards, and at the moment when he was biased outwards, this boat was directly shattered by the palm wind, and a circle of air waves spread outward.
Ouyang Ming was pushed outward by Qi waves, his blood rolled, and his mouth was sweet.
There was a certain color on the centrifugal face, and he said softly: "I have to admit that you are a genius. If it were not for my cleverness, I would check it again. It really escaped you, wasting me so much time. Count it."
Ouyang Ming shook his head. The more dangerous the moment, the more he calmed down and took the coagulation lance out of the storage bag.
He took a step forward, his figure became taller, his body was stronger and stronger, and a fierce gust of wind was lifted over his head.
Ouyang Ming's eyes showed a decisiveness. It seemed that he was a venerable person in front of him, and he also wanted to fight. This is a spirit of perseverance and perseverance.
Countless mists drifted away from the front, condensing a white cyclone on top of his head. The white cyclone kept falling inwards, and was born and destroyed, and died and reborn, mysterious and endless, hard to describe.
He pointed a long rifle in his hand and drank low in his mouth: "Condensation gun!"
The mist rolled rapidly, pulling away layer by layer, and a golden spear suddenly appeared in the middle, and the golden light spread to the surroundings, and a sense of domineering echoed back. It seems that under this shot, all obstacles and obstacles will be broken by instant rice. This is a constant tyranny idea of ​​three mountains and ten seas, and this is-the true meaning of Tao.
On the centrifugal face, there is a touch of playful color, but the heart is very pleasantly surprised. The true meaning of the Tao is the true meaning of the Tao. If I can understand it, use it with the power of swallowing? At the thought of this, his eyes became fiery. Not to mention, just feel it first, maybe if you realize it, he will stare at his eyes and wait for it.
But at this moment, a strange-shaped head suddenly tore the golden light from the middle, and then drilled out of the golden light. Its eyes were black and red, just like the lanterns hanging on the two eaves, with its mouth wide open. , A force of engulfment suddenly exploded, the teeth were thin and dense, and a piercing sound was made.
He was taken aback for a while, but immediately rose furiously, but for two days, he was even played by a spirit man so many times in a row.
It turned out that a shot of this idea was only imposing. The real killing was the huge head that was hidden in the golden light. When it was centrifuged, it was still waiting for it and responding calmly. This is simply a loud slap.
His face was blue, and he immediately backed away, whispering: "Blood shadow, block it!"
Blood shadow's face changed for a while, the last one gritted his teeth, and his body moved. He took out a giant axe from the space bag. The axe had a foot, which was different from the ordinary axe. If there was blood mist on the axe, there was no axe blade. , Blood Shadow showed a fierce color on his face, lifted an axe, sprinted, and directly cut off in front of his head.
After the head was blocked by the blood shadow, the centrifugal finger pressed forward, and countless green rattan suddenly appeared in the air, just like the messy algae, and the business was vigorous. Suddenly, the tip of the rattan was stained with a little scarlet, just like a drop of sperm blood that was just taken out of the eyebrow. Until the end, all the rattan were covered with scarlet and swaying in the wind. This scene is enough. Let anyone cold, in the sunshine, this rattan directly entwined Ouyang.
Even so, Ouyang Ming still looked calm.
His space bag sounded softly and his thoughts moved. One thousand and eight thick earth arrays flew out at the same time, end to end, a round sense spread out, the array rotated quickly, and the sculpture carved on the array was like a knife. The runes of the mark turned on at the same time, full of light, a force that seemed to collapse the mountains spread out, and actually blocked the cane temporarily.
Taking advantage of this time for the thick soil battlefield, the light of Ouyang Ming's palm lit up, and the phantom battlefield has been pinched in his hand.
There are countless tedious patterns on this array, which overlap and stagger with each other. At first glance, there is a sense of dizziness. If you look at it a few more times, it seems that you can draw your mind into it, but after reading it, there is even a line. I can’t remember, this is illusion, true and false, true and false, unpredictable. Contrary to the thick meaning on the thick soil plate, the fantasy plate is about illusion, just like flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, which can not be seen.
Ouyang Ming held the coagulation lance in his right hand and pushed outward with his left hand.
The tyrannical mental power is integrated into the environment, and an "illusory" mood erupts, and it goes directly forward without any warning.
There was a slight trance in the centrifugal eye. At that moment, the blood escape belt radiated blood again, dividing the sky into two pieces like a perfect parabola, and in the sky, this head bite the axe out of an incision and flickered directly one by one. ,Disappear.
The centrifugation finally eased, and the blood flowed out of his eyes, dyeing half of the sky red.
He lifted his right hand and pressed down hard. I saw that the mountain, which is two to thirty feet long, collapsed inch by inch from the top of the mountain. When it reached the mountainside, the speed of the collapse suddenly accelerated, just like a paste, It was wiped off directly, the mountains tremble, the rocks shook up, and the gentle water in the Tianlan River rolled up.
The speed of the centrifuge Venerable Peak exploded into a match, chasing and chasing, and shooting out.
After half an hour, the centrifuge stepped directly out of the range of Baizhang, and looked coldly at a bluestone below.
Cold voice: "Huh, do you want to use the terrain to escape, I must catch you this time." His eyes showed strong self-confidence, Venerable Pinnacle, how terrible it is to shoot with all his strength, but it can smooth the existence of a city. .
As soon as the voice fell, the Venerable Peak's momentum was pushed down, and the invisible waves of waves rolled in circles.
Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and his feet shone brightly, and he ran towards the forest.
Behind him, a green rattan grows in the wind, entwining Ouyang Ming, and the powerful momentum is suppressed in the void, so that Ouyang Ming can’t even take out the array, and feels that the surrounding air is squeezed towards himself. Pressed, as if he was stuck in the mud, his movements were slow, and even his thoughts had to be frozen. As soon as he bit his tongue, a sudden pain hit him, and then he broke free from this strange state. Run quickly towards the mountains.
Centrifugal Mulu mocked, raised the finger of the finger in the palm of his hand, the tip of the rattan was red again, and each leaf grew out of the rattan, swaying in the wind.
Suddenly, with a bang, these rattans swelled directly, overwhelming, dense and anxious, just like splashing water towards Ouyang Ming.
Tens of feet around Ouyang Ming, rattan sprang from all corners. In a flash, the trees, sky, and earth were filled with rattan, just like entering the green rattan world.
The rattan rattled and swelled again.
At this instant, Ouyang Mingru stood on the opposite side of the whole world, and seemed to squeeze even space towards him.
Rattan kept shrinking, and even his retreat had been cut off.
His face was ruthless, the flames of the phoenix in his body were burning, and the air around him twisted at an incredible speed.
Ouyang's body was boiling with blood, and his body and veins were all sprinted with blood.
I don't want to die, I don't want to give up, this voice sounded in his mind, the voice roared, and gradually filled his mind.
"Even the Venerable, I have to fight, my life, I have to control it myself!" His voice was hoarse, the fire of the tianfeng broke out, and there was bleeding in every pore all over his body, and he directly dyed his clothes red This is never succumbing, this is blood burning.
"War!" He licked the sweat from the corner of his mouth.
The inscriptions on the star mark suit that seemed to be foggy, not foggy, and cloudy, were instantly lit.
"The scars of the stars!" Ouyang Ming snorted.
He snorted again: "Stars vomit!" Suddenly, five green silks visible to the naked eye condensed out of thin air and blocked in front of Ouyang Ming.
The silk thread was extremely thin, twinkling with cold stars, and I saw that the green silk slowly darkened, a little deeper and deeper feeling, connected to each other, and turned into a large net, very sharp, chopped against the continuously shrinking rattan go with.
Suddenly, countless rattans collapsed.
But the rattan is too much, and there is no limit to it.
If you look down from the heights now, you can see that everything below Baizhang is replaced by rattan, and it is like a rattan ball that keeps gathering, and it goes around a circle center. This circle center is Ouyang Ming.
Centrifuging glanced at Xueying, he smiled softly: "It's over, let's go!"
Just about to fall from the sky~EbookFREE.me~ A dazzling golden light radiated from the tiny gap of the rattan...
In the rattan, the blood lance in Ouyang Ming's hand turned into a golden light, and the golden flame beating above it, the stretched maple leaf burned, the rune completed by the burning burned, everything, everything, all burned.
At this moment, Ouyang Ming was extremely determined. Muscles tightened in his hand and slammed hard, and the coagulation spear turned into a golden light, which burst out.
This shot represents Ouyang Ming’s conviction to never lose, and his determination to die.
The coagulation lances exploded in the air, and countless gunshots spread.
Wherever he passed, the vines dissipated in an instant, and it seemed that the sea and the wilderness could not be stopped. This instant brilliance became the only one in this sky. The big tree and the cyan boulder turned into centimeters, and then startled into the air, just like the end of the day, everything was wiped out, the power of this gun might be like this, I am afraid that the spirit of the peak, against this blow Will also have a headache.
Ouyang Ming gritted his teeth fiercely, patted the belt of blood escape, gathered the escape light, drew a parabola and disappeared into the chaotic sky...74