Eternal Gate

"Set your sister."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly. He suffered a loss once, but he wouldn't be fooled twice.

The fixation spell is disgusting, but it is not unbreakable.

Such as this spell, it is good to force the true essence to protect the whole body, or it may be the other party's fixation spell, which has not been practiced at home, and it is not very effective for him. .

Zheng!

While talking, the sky killed arrows shot again, not a rain of arrows in the sky, but a single attack, reflecting the dim stars, glowing with cold light, and extremely powerful.

Zhao Yun tapped his toes on the ground and evaded him instantly.

On the face, I saw a black shadow rushing out. He was a one-eyed man with a majestic body and strong aura. He was holding a gilt sledgehammer. At a glance, he was a powerful monk. Only his sledgehammer can at least have it. A few hundred catties, just now, it was the one who slammed it out of the ground.

Hum!

The one-eyed man swung his hammer, and the sledgehammer slammed into the air.

Cang Dang!

Instead of fighting for strength, Zhao Yun was obviously not an opponent, and was beaten by a single blow.

Zheng!

Before he could stabilize his shape, the third person was killed. He was a black-haired old man, skinny, with sunken eyes, and his old eyes flashed with gloomy light, making it a slender sword to attack the gate of life. , Is a sword lore.

"Cooperate really tacitly."

Zhao Yun shook his tongue, this sword could not be avoided, the opponent's calculations were accurate, an arrow from the sky and a hammer from the big man were both pretends, and both were slain for this blow.

In a critical moment, he forcibly turned sideways.

The blood flashed, he avoided the key, but his shoulder was pierced.

Roar!

After suffering a sword, he would return, and the old man who had beaten a powerful dragon kicked backwards. Looking at the old man’s demeanor, he was obviously not very comfortable, and his eyes were shocked. A true spirit and a heavy palm, where is such a heavy palm. Li, at the peak of his true spirit, he vomited blood. No wonder the three of them were sent together.

At this point, Youlin fell into tranquility.

At night, the big bird was still there, and the one-eyed man was also there, holding his gilt sledgehammer, looking at him, the old man was also there, the slender sword in his hand hummed and trembled.

At this point, Zhao Yun stabilized his position. There was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. It was black blood. The old man’s sword must be smeared with poison. The entire arm was dark black spreading, terrible poison, invading him. physique.

Fortunately, he is not an ordinary martial artist, with a beast fire body, which forcibly protects his heart, but the poison cannot be forced out for a while, and the opponent will not give a chance.

"Small and heavy, the result is difficult."

The corners of the one-eyed man's mouth are slightly raised, and his breath is more tyrannical.

"Which way."

Zhao Yun looked at the old man and also at the big man.

Hum!

The answer to him was a hammer from the big man, which was smashed by Ling Tian. Before it was hit, Zhao Yun felt hegemonic. In his opinion, in the realm of the real spirit, he was afraid that no one would dare to resist the hammer. Even if you are a small financial fan, most of them have to weigh and arbitrarily make a mistake, or they will be smashed on the spot.

With enough power, the speed is almost meaningless.

Zhao Yun is not stupid, but can hide if he can't fight.

"Exit."

The black-haired old man killed him with a single sword. There is a sharp contrast between him and the one-eyed man. The man is powerful and unable to speed; and he, the speed is mysterious enough, but the strength is weak; there is also the one in the sky, who dare not walk down so far. Obviously it's assisted, the meaning is obvious, why don't you take a moment, there is one on it? Dare to reveal the flaws, I shot you in seconds.

Roar!

Zhao Yun's figure is like the wind, fighting for speed, the black-haired old man is almost, and he was easily evaded with a killer sword, and he suffered a powerful dragon palm.

puff!

This mouth of old blood, the old man sprayed domineering sideways, and flew over his body again. During the period, he made a seal with one hand and breathed out black gas, which was a raging poisonous mist.

Zhao Yun used wind to escape, blowing away the poisonous fog.

Some poisons can be prevented by beast fire; some poisons cannot be prevented by beast fires, such as the poisonous mist that the old man vomits, which has undergone special sacrifices. In other words, the old man himself is a poisonous person. It's all pits.

"Take me a hammer."

The big man yelled and drew his gilt hammer.

escape!

Zhao Yun still didn't dare to resist, and avoided it with a mysterious body. Before he could hold himself, the one in the sky was unwilling to be lonely, and another arrow shot through the sky.

"I will clean up you later."

Zhao Yun blocked it with a sword, and went straight to the black-haired old man. There was a fellow pounding beside him. Don't even think about Ansheng. If one is inattentive, he will be killed by one blow.

The old man saw it and escaped again.

He is at this moment, and he has no confidence in the frontal fight. What he wants is a one-shot kill. If the big man and the purple-clothed youth were not there, otherwise, he would have been his mother.

"Let's go?" Zhao Yun had a sword, Feng Lei Ba absolutely.

At the moment when the sword was released, he also made a seal with one hand. Behind the old man, a quagmire gathered. It belongs to the water escape, and also belongs to the method of the side door. It is learned from the rune record. Although this technique is not lethal, Playing support is very good.

Indeed, the retreating old man, as if he did not hesitate behind him, stepped in with one foot. Because of the quagmire sucking and restraining, the speed of retreating suddenly dropped by a point.

It didn't matter that he dropped a point, but Zhao Yun arrived.

The old man’s eyes were prominent, and his pupils tightened. This sword was too strong and he could not avoid it. If he could not avoid it, then the next scene was particularly uncomfortable. A sword pierced his chest and he was depressed to death. He was dignified. Ling Pinfeng, an assassin who was good at lore, was actually shot from the front one by one.

"Damn it."

When the big man arrived, Ling Tian's hammer was still like that.

"It's your turn."

Zhao Yun let out a cold snort, thrust Zixiao into the ground, and unloaded the Dragon Yuan sword, came with his bare hands, avoided a hammer, and deceived himself to the man.

boom! puff! Click!

From this moment, he seemed to be no longer a person, but a tyrannical beast. His muscles, muscles, real energy, strength, perfect coordination, extremely unconventional shots, every move is extremely weird, as if every joint in his body is complete. With a fierce weapon, it was really fistful, and he was arrogant. The man who froze all the way was unsteady, and his bones broke frequently.

"This is impossible."

The big man became bored. Known for his strength and close hand-to-hand combat, he was beaten by the true spirit. He couldn't lift his head in his best field. He was deceived and didn't even have a chance to catch his breath. The eyes were dazzled, either with fists or slaps. He smashed his head and covered his face with a hammer. He couldn't tell the difference between east and south. He felt his brain buzzing. The limbs were humming, the limbs, the internal organs, the odd meridians and the eight veins. The place was hurting like flames, and God knew how many heavy blows he had suffered.

"How can it be."

The purple-clothed youth in the sky also showed incredible color. He knew the fierceness of the big man. He could not find a few people of the same rank who dared to fight him close to him. There was no chance of counterattack, the young master of the Zhao family was too terrible.

"Second, really wonderful."

The two were shocked, and Zhao Yun was no longer generally excited. The whole body was burning like a fire, like a mad male lion. During the battle, he comprehended the holy law for a few moments, and he fit the mood and mood. When hit into a state of ecstasy, forget who the opponent is and who he is, and some only Tyrant Lie’s attack, a punch is more fierce than a punch, if given enough time, he can give this big man, All the way into a pool of rotten meat.

what....!

The one-eyed man went mad and howled vigorously and brutally.

Of course, nothing to suspend.

Zhao Yun should fight or fight. He should suffer from a lot of attacks. His breastbone burst, his meridians were broken, and he didn't know how much blood he had coughed up.

"Damn it."

The man in the sky couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately bent his bow and set an arrow.

Zheng!

This arrow is not a single attack but a group attack. It has become a rain of arrows. It seems that I don’t know if I want to kill Zhao Yun and also destroy the big man. As an assassin, completing the task is the most important thing. Otherwise, it can be. There is no cure.

"Close the arrow."

The big man howled in anger, screamed and filled his mouth with blood. It was too bad to be hammered.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

This is the response of the purple-clothed youth.

"You are ruthless."

Zhao Yun let out a cold snort, fleeing to the ground, avoiding the rain of arrows from the sky, and then quickly emerged. The one-eyed man who had just stood firm grabbed an arm on the spot and shook it up. Then, he fell to a piece. On the boulder.

boom!

The rock collapsed, and the ground was smashed into a human-shaped pit. The big man sprayed a mouthful of old blood, and his feet were sprayed to a height of one foot. The internal organs were moved and moved, and more than 80% of the bones on his body were broken. I don't know what pain is, I know that in the confusion, someone is waving to him, his eyes are glowing, and his smile is gloomy.

Yes, it's death.

Grim Reaper! Wave to whoever dies, that's all right.

"Good journey."

With Zhao Yun's palm, the man's life was directly killed.

Another person died.

This dead man was more depressed than the black-haired old man. He had all the strength and was able to fight and resist, but he was sent to the gate of ghosts by one real spirit.

Zheng!

The arrow rain came again. The purple-clothed youth in the sky obviously did not intend to leave. The old man and the big man were buried, and did not intend to leave. They have their own reliance. I am in the sky, and you are on the ground. You can't hit me, but I can. The main reason for attacking you is that Zhao Yun is very venomous.

"it's your turn."

Zhao Yun let out a cold snort, as fast as a gust of wind, avoiding the rain of arrows in the sky, stepped on a rock, and jumped up with strength. At the same moment, he threw out a flying knife. Zhang Baofu, why didn't he use it before, so he kept it for the purple-clothed youth? If you have used it before, the kid must be prepared, the explosion of the talisman will be a surprise.

No way, who made the Ziyi Youth stand too high.

If a talent like this number wants to escape, he can’t stop him. Either he won’t fight, or he’ll strike down. If he can’t fight in the sky, it’s not easy to come down. He has already calculated it. It doesn’t matter if he can hit the youth. Just hurt that big bird, blow it up, and the rest will be easy to handle.

"Hurt me?"

The purple-clothed youth was disdainful, and the throwing knife was out of range.

As he said, it is indeed impossible.

When the flying knife was half a meter away from the big bird, it lost strength.

This is also knitting.

Of course, when he saw the explosive charm hanging on the flying knife, the youth suddenly changed his color.

What's special about you, this operation?