Chapter 2489: The wind is tight, bullshit!

   Chapter 2489 The wind is tight, bullshit!

  Following the heavy footsteps, his face trembled, and the ground under his feet also trembled, and the Zen stick in his hand was smashed wildly, and his momentum was like a rainbow. However, the momentum is back to the momentum, and the Zhangfa is still not at all. Others danced with weapons and dripped water, but his Zen stick danced everywhere.

   "Bang!" In the muffled sound, the fat monk was slapped by the grandson Luocang again.

   "The wind is tight, huh!" Finally realizing the greatness of the grandson Luocang, the fat monk yelled loudly.

  The cold sweat on the foreheads of Gu Fenghua's several people has already poured out like a waterfall-sure enough, this guy is really a thief, even the cut is so skillful.

   After shouting the incision, the fat monk turned around and ran away. After only a few breaths, he ran out of sight.

   "Let's go too!" Ye Wuse said.

   "Let's go!" Gu Fenghua pulled Yu Boqian up, and Fatty Bai hugged Ye Wuse in his waist, and several people flew towards the depths of Yuquan Mountain.

  In fact, when the fat monk appeared just now, they should have taken the opportunity to escape, but at that time the holy energy was almost exhausted, and they couldn't move their feet at all. They recovered a little while the fat monk and the eldest grandson Luocang started their hands.

  Xianluocao and the soul jade purple wooden box were on Gu Fenghua's body. How could the grandson Luocang let her slip under her eyelids, and when she moved, she chased her.

Although Gu Fenghua and the others have exerted their full strength, the difference in strength is too great. How can their speed be compared with that of Longsun Luocang, with only a few ups and downs. Longsun Luocang chased after a few people three feet away, and they were too lazy to compete with them. Several people talked nonsense and directly raised their palms.

  Even if this palm has not been shot yet, Gu Fenghua and the others can already feel the oppressive momentum in it, and it becomes difficult to breathe.

  In desperation, a few people could only hold the hilt of the sword again. The strength gap is so sparse, if the eldest grandson Luocang takes the first shot, they are afraid that they will not even have the power to parry, and if they take the initiative, there may be a chance.

  However, before a few people could take action, there was a harsh scream above the air.

  Long Sun Luocang was shocked. He looked up and saw a fat monk with a big face falling from the sky like a meteor. Before anyone arrived, the Zen stick held high in his hand had been smashed heavily.

  Don’t look at this monk’s ordinary sword skills, even saying that ordinary sacred swords are flattering him. His crazy staff is completely chaotic at all, it is just a mess, but it can’t stand the strength of others. The stick is made of heavenly star gold, and it weighs a thousand catties to say it, but it is as light as nothing in his hand. With his own strength, every time it hits, it has a force of ten thousand catties. This one shot in the air. With that downward trend, how much strength should there be?

  Long Sun Luocang had rushed to the battle before, and he had suffered a lot, and he was almost injured under his stick. How could he dare to be careless at this time. He didn't care about Gu Fenghua anymore, raised his palms high, and greeted him again.

   "Boom", two figures flew out at the same time amid the loud noise.

   Each flew seven or eight feet away, and the two men stopped their bodies. The figure of Longsun Luocang was obviously blurred again, and his aura was also weakened a lot. It was obvious that the injury was not light. However, he fought with the opponent for a long time, and he knew a little bit. This time he did not have the previous hasty shots, and did not let the opponent take much advantage. The fat monk just stabilized his figure and sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

  (End of this chapter)