Chapter 2014: Fleeting, heavy losses
On one side, the victim was injured and impatient. Fortunately, the murderer did not escape, and the opportunity for revenge was in front of us. On the other hand, completely unaware of the so-called, messy little monk's destruction, there was also an attack from a big monk. If it were not for early preparation, it would only be worried that it would have suffered heavy losses at this time.
After a long standoff, the whimper of a beast before death came from the crowd, fleeting, as if someone covered it up for fear of being heard.
Feeling a little bad, the dragon hand should stretch a finger forward, shake it gently a few times, and quickly turn around to where the leopard Feileibao just hit. The body of a leopard, black satin-like fur, embroidered with a little flower, lay completely quietly on the bluestone road, without the dragon squeezing into the crowd, the crowd separated, dwarfed and complemented each other.
The body that rushed to the front of the leopard in a few steps should be the visit of the dragon's possession. After a while, the head turned, and the eyes turned into a blood-red color, hiding the appearance of red bloodshot, showing that people's eyes swept across the field, and where the past was, the crowd broke out and dispersed. Even Daoshi monk felt one of the abnormalities, and quickly turned back to Li Zhen, and then wanted to take Li Zhen back.
"Designed to assassinate my brother, you want to leave so easily, you think in this Qingyun Mountain, I am not afraid of killing people!" The cold voice came from Long's mouth, and flashed, if Long had retreated to the Taoist priest, the hand became a claw, one claw against the head of the stone monk, and one claw stretched out to the forearm of the unconscious Li Zhen.
Its feelings are self-evident, Feng and Lei Bao died, and then someone needs to bury them, and the people at the funeral, Li Zhen is not dead. The figure retreated quickly, Taoshi monk spit out the Buddha's mantra, a cross gold symbol spit out at the corner of his mouth, and with the wind rising to Zhang Duo, as if the side of the mountain, rushed to Long Ya.
The claws were empty, the Nazi mountain fell down, and Long should be seen, the double claws merged in one place, and the ten sharp claws suddenly pierced the Nazi character, with a drink, and both hands to tear out hard, ready to tear the cross gold coin symbol.
But the golden symbol of the Buddha is not so easy to tear apart, more of a part of the virtual environment is sent back to the powerful people, for a while, the Daoshi has retreated far away, and after turning around, it has not entered the forest.
The face blown by the breeze, although full of moisture, can not drip, because the golden symbol suddenly disappeared, nowhere to vent the dragon's anger, when a cup of empty drink, it should be the dragon strode to the wind and thunder in front of the leopard, carrying the body and ran to the guest house.
In the sunshine of the temple, a few rays of sunlight slanted in the center of the guest house, the body of the leopard lay quietly on the green jade ground, the black skin bloomed, just like it was held at the door of the hall a few days ago, but the breath was a little less.
The flesh can not see a drop of blood, the demon pill was torn apart by a powerful force, it is obvious that the hand's means are very heavy, want the wind and thunder leopard to hit will kill, the strangest thing is that the soul's body is gone, one of which is the serpentine sword of the leopard that just dripped blood, and the storage ball of the leopard.
This is also related to the broken hammer that I gave to Lei Bao a few days ago to the lobbyists of Qijia, but Qijia was not asked, so they stayed in the position of Feng and Lei Bao, and at this time, the storage room in the broken hammer disappeared. The spearhead was directly pointed at Qijia.
"Did you move your hand first, or the little monk's hand?" After checking the leopard's body first, I became a little cold, but asked in an unusually calm mood,
"That was the first hand of the little monk. If I shot first, how could I bounce it with its border? Slap it on the meat cake and it will be the palm of the hand." He said very affirmatively,
For Yinglong's preference, I know it myself, often fighting with a teasing heart, facing a shallow tendency of the little monk to attack, with a border rebound to the point that it is extremely easy to understand.
