Chapter 1607 Melee 3

Under the instigation of the little fire crow's wings, blue and white pillars of flame fell from the sky, with extraordinary momentum. It's just that most of them are just appearances, and their lethality is almost zero. However, for those with the real fire of Brahma, once it is contaminated, the ghosts will either die or be injured. Fanluo True Fire is originally a spiritual fire that even ghost kings in the late stage are extremely afraid of, let alone it was cast by the little fire crow.

This guy didn't seem to like this kind of bluff before, but he didn't expect to learn it very quickly. Lu Xiaotian smiled when he saw it, he used the illusion mirror to create an illusion, and the little fire crow controlled the spiritual fire to the extreme, making it difficult for these ghosts to distinguish the real from the fake.

After killing dozens of ghost kings in one fell swoop and releasing Xiao Huoya, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng did not get involved in the chaotic battle in front of them. Fly to where you are.

Seeing Lu Xiaotian's ferocity, the green armored skeleton naturally didn't take the initiative to provoke him, and the two retreated into the giant wheel of white bones with the preoccupied Su Qing.

Hum, the eighteen golden men each threw their long knives, and the eighteen long knives formed a huge knife wheel in the air, spinning rapidly and slashing towards the purple crocodile ghost in the distance.

The purple crocodile ghost swayed, and three identical figures appeared amidst the frenzied ghost energy. It's just that the huge knife wheel went straight to the purple crocodile ghost on the left without any hesitation.

"Damn it, this kind of cover-up doesn't work at all." The purple crocodile ghost stretched out his hand and shot a ball of purple light, which collided with the huge knife wheel, and his body backed away violently again. During the battle in the ice cave, his burning ghost lamp was broken and unusable. In the successive battles just now, the ghost gun in his hand was also destroyed in the middle of the blast. A piece of defensive battle armor was also smashed by the eighteen gold men.

What puzzled Zi Crocodile Ghost Lord was that the long knife in the hand of the golden man eighteen was made of something, no matter how he used his means, he couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

At the place where the eighteen golden men fought fiercely with the purple crocodile ghost, the huge bone wheels pulling the thick long bone chains collapsed one after another, leaving the ground in a mess.

In the ice cave before, he was defeated by the Eighteen Golden Men's trick, but he had already started to refine the second Dragon Yuan, and he still couldn't resist. It wasn't long before the last battle. After a little hesitation, Jun's eyes flashed fiercely, and his thick arms suddenly rose above his head, like a soul emerging from its shell, and a huge phantom of a purple crocodile shot out from above his head.

"The crocodile dragon came to the world!" The phantom of the purple crocodile is slightly different from the real body. The originally thick arms and feet have turned into dragon feet at this time, and two short horns have grown on the top of the head. Although they have not yet formed, But it looks almost the same as the dragon horn. Between the eyebrows, there is a white ball of light, which is the part of the second Longyuan that has not been refined in the future.

The purple crocodile ghost retreated at an extremely fast speed, and the huge crocodile dragon wandered back and forth in the air with its mouth wide open, and a ball of extremely dazzling purple and white light spit out at the huge knife wheel cut by the eighteen golden men, Like a dragon's breath, it carried a heaven-shattering aura. There is the aura of Long Yuan, and there is also the evil aura of the purple crocodile ghost himself.

The huge knife wheel collided with the dragon's breath spit out by the phantom of the crocodile dragon, and the burst of light immediately suppressed all the colors in the world.

The huge saber wheel, which has no doubts, seems to have met the opponent, and the eighteen gold men poured their spiritual power into the big saber, and the huge saber wheel was difficult to penetrate even an inch. Just looking at the current state of the purple crocodile ghost, it seems that it is not too hot, and his face is flushed red.

Whoosh, whoosh, the eighteen golden men piled up again in the air like arhats, forming a pyramid shape, like a hill, and flew towards the purple crocodile ghost in the air.

At this time, the purple crocodile ghost has already fired a real fire, calling on the power of the dragon to form the phantom of the crocodile dragon. Seeing the 18 Jinjin people pressing down like a thick mountain peak. There was no way to avoid it, and Zi Crocodile Ghost's eyes sharpened. Without those long knives, Zi Crocodile Ghost also wanted to see what the eighteen golden men could do.

"Drink!" The purple crocodile ghost shouted, with his hands in the sky, without dodging or evading, he rushed towards the hill made of eighteen golden men tit for tat.

The Eighteen Golden Man is a puppet, and apart from the invincible fighting spirit left by Emperor Qinling, he doesn't know what fear is at all. This hill-like human-shaped pyramid suddenly pressed on top of the group of purple crocodile ghosts. The power of ice, wind, thunder and the five elements merged together immediately. The purple crocodile ghost's expression changed suddenly, because he found that once he got in touch with the Eighteen Jinren, he had a posture that he couldn't shake off. It is like a dog skin plaster. Moreover, the power of the eighteen golden man is endless, and with his strength, he can't feel the slightest depth.

Two completely different forces confront each other, and there is nothing more dazzling in the world than the eighteen golden man held by the ghost of the purple crocodile.

The huge knife wheel spun rapidly, still unable to stop at the breath of the crocodile phantom. Wherever they passed, everything was shattered. Occasionally, a few warships of the human race or the ghost race could not escape in time, and were caught under this violent impact, and were instantly smashed into pieces.

Hoo, hoo.

Heavy panting sounds came from the horizon, and I saw the frozen ghost corpse that disappeared before, flashing from the horizon like a ghost, and quickly approaching. Lu Xiaotian was startled, the strength of this Ice Soul Ghost Corpse is also at the level of transforming gods, although the time of sacrificial training is not too long, Lu Xiaotian thought to himself that with his current self, he probably couldn't resist it. Right now, the Eighteen Golden Man and the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord are in a stalemate. If the Ice Soul Ghost joins in, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Where did that old monster Xiang Huaxin go? Lu Xiaotian was hesitating, when a Qingfeng sword shot through the air, Lu Xiaotian was slightly relieved, Xiang Huaxin finally arrived at the critical moment.

Farther away, huge snowflakes like blades flew in the air, and the fierce battle between Dongfang Yi and Luo Zhongting never stopped.

Without the restraint of Huashen Guixiu, the advantage of the human race is continuously expanding at this time. Xiang Kuang and Little Fire Crow are the two teams as the arrows, and they are almost invincible. Especially after the ten ghost servants and dozens of ghost kings were killed by Lu Xiaotian. Ghost cultivators of the ordinary true meaning level are no match for these two. The arrow array of the Qin people and the terracotta cavalry have been advancing steadily.

Even Xiang Donglai has mobilized a team of warships to start destroying the rolling bone wheel. A large number of bone chains were cut off.

Lu Xiaotian showed a bit of satisfaction on his face, no matter it was the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord or the fighting army, as long as one of them made a breakthrough, that would be enough. If the ghost army is wiped out and the main force is lost, even if the Eighteen Jinren are defeated, he will be powerless against the almost infinite and heartless human army with the help of the purple crocodile ghost.