No need for him to give orders.
When he noticed that Lao Jiao turned around and tried to escape.
All the people around him were already dispatched.
The group had already worked hard to hunt the dragon, so how could they just sit back and watch it escape so arrogantly?
If word spreads, how can he still hang out in the world?
Kunlun took a deep breath, took off the big halberd, mopped the ground to gain momentum, and ran out in large strides, heading straight towards the direction where the old dragon was walking.
at the same time.
The old foreigner, who had already occupied a high position, bowed without hesitation.
Buzz buzz——
Several blasts of sound resounded through the air, and the cold light passed through the rain curtain and went straight towards the old dragon.
Since he merged with the arrow intention of his predecessors on the shooting platform, his archery skills have improved several times. The majestic murderous intention contained in the iron arrows seems to open up the rain curtain in an arc.
The three arrows arrived almost instantly.
One shot directly at the old dragon's head.
One of them went towards the bloody mark on its back.
As for the last one, it was shot hard at the back of the old dragon's neck and between his back.
Hit the snake seven inches.
A snake will turn into a snake in five hundred years, and a snake will turn into a dragon in five hundred years.
Looking at it this way, snakes, pythons, and dragons should all belong to the same species. If an arrow can break through its scales and penetrate seven inches, it may have an unexpected effect.
"Roar——"
The old dragon, which was gliding rapidly along the dense forest, felt the sound of breaking through the air above his head. His eyes couldn't help but sink. He raised his head and roared. His scales covered his whole body. At the same time, he rolled up the dragon's tail and slapped the one in the middle hard.
The back was just cut open by Chen Yulou's sword.
Blood was still seeping out.
If another arrow hits, even it won't be able to withstand it.
As for the other two iron arrows, although their momentum was amazing, the old dragon ignored them. It was confident that no weapon in the world could break the scales except Chen Yulou's fairy sword.
Bang!
The rolled-up dragon's tail accurately hit the iron arrow. Under the terrifying force, the arrow's trajectory moved instantly, almost grazing the scales when it was shot out.
There was a loud bang.
The hole penetrated the trunk of the Emperor Qin Fire Tree that fell on the ground and was deeply immersed in it.
As for the other two arrows.
It shot onto the scales without any deviation.
Just...
Even with the shocking momentum and extremely sharp arrow, it was still difficult to make an inch forward.
The feathers at the arrow tail trembled.
In the end, only two white marks were left on the scales. The energy dissipated, and the arrow fell down and sank into the soil.
It all seems slow.
In fact, it's just in an instant.
In the eyes of the people around them, they could only hear a sound breaking through the air, and then an afterimage rushed out like lightning, as if it just happened to be out of place.
But they understood that it was not the old foreigner who missed the three arrows.
But the dragon is too powerful.
Otherwise, another monster will come and be crushed to pieces with three arrows.
But...
Even if he dodged three arrows, the old dragon could not escape easily. After walking a few meters, an astonishing sound of breaking wind hit the top of its head again.
Kunlun held a big halberd in his hand and stopped in front of the old dragon without any warning.
The cold light on the euphorbia is as sharp as a broken bamboo.
The old dragon just passed through the rain of arrows, and before it had time to breathe a sigh of relief, it looked at the black shadow that suddenly enlarged in its pupils. Its heart sank instantly, and it didn't dare to hesitate at all, and it crouched on the ground. People stand upright.
Lift your claws.
He slapped the euphorbia fiercely.
Bang!
It's obviously flesh and blood.
But the moment the two came into contact, what came out was the sound of gold and stone interlacing, which shook the rain all over the sky, and the soil beneath them exploded.
The ground of the dense forest seemed to be sunken down one level.
Phew——
Kunlun only felt that a mountain rock was hitting him head-on.
The flesh and blood of a martial artist who had been trained to the extreme was shaken for a moment, and a sweetness surged in his throat. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he took a deep breath and forced it back.
That mouthful of blood will be spit out.
But...
even so.
His face turned pale in an instant, like gold paper.
But the old dragon didn't even sway. It was even completely angered. It twisted its body and crashed towards Kunlun at a faster speed the next moment.
Bang bang bang!
Seeing that those sharp claws were about to scratch Kunlun's chest.
The next second.
Several rays of fire appeared between the two people.
The old dragon's sharp claws were filled with fire, and although it did not break its body, it was forced to stop it.
Open the claws.
Looking at the yellow-orange-orange ball in the palm of his hand, still carrying the remaining warmth of the iron bead, the old Jiao's eyes were full of surprise.
It has been sleeping for more than a hundred years.
I have the impression that I have never seen this thing before.
It strikes like thunder and is as fast as lightning. It obviously doesn't have any Taoist spiritual energy, but... it's not too powerful.
The old dragon turned his head. In the dense forest not far away from him, there was a man wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun. He was holding two sticks in his hands, and white smoke was still coming out of the dark hole.
Musket? !
Look at those two exquisite and small weapons.
A name finally appeared in Lao Jiao's mind.
Hundreds of years ago, when the Dongting Lake Shangguan army suppressed the water bandits, something similar seemed to have appeared in the war. They called it a musket.
But if I remember correctly, the musket at that time was more than one meter long.
Rough and crude.
It often gets stuck and self-destructs, and its power is not as good as the two in front of me.
Again.
Is he a Taoist using a musket?
The old dragon's eyes slowly narrowed, and he held up the dragon's claws. He heard a click, and the iron beads in his palm instantly turned into a pile of powder and flowed out from between his fingers.
"Brother Kunlun, be careful!"
The partridge whistle put away the two twenty-ring mirror boxes, then pulled out the vajra prong, leaned forward and stepped out, breaking through the rain curtain like smoke, and rushed towards the old dragon.
Kunlun, who had taken a breath, did not listen to his words and retreat.
Instead, he held the spurge and shook it heavily.
The iron halberd, which was five or six feet long, was like a spear in his hand, picking up a spear flower and piercing Jiaolong's eyes that exuded a faint light.
The shopkeeper said it. Monsters like dragons and turtles, who are all covered in armor, have only one weak point in their bodies.
That's the eyes.
Just breaking its eyes is equivalent to killing half of their lives.
What a pity...
Lao Jiao instantly understood his thoughts.
He didn't even look at the partridge whistle flying outside him, dragging his body directly towards Kunlun.
This time.
Kunlun felt like a meteor crashed into his chest.
Under the terrifying force, he had no power to resist, and his figure, leaning on the sky and the ground, flew backwards instantly like a kite with its string broken.
Unable to suppress the blood at the tip of his throat any longer, he spit it out with a pop.
Scarlet falls in the rain.
Looking at the old dragon that was getting older and farther away from him, with a ferocious face, Kunlun couldn't help but darken his eyes. After all, he was still too weak.
Facing such a big monster, there is no way to resist.
"You kid, I'm asking you to stop the formation. I'm not asking you to do it forcefully. You really think you're made of iron and you're not afraid of death, right?"
Just when he thought he was going to crash into the forest.
The figure suddenly stopped falling and stopped abruptly in mid-air.
Don't wait for his reaction.
A gentle laughter and curse came from his ears.
"The shopkeeper's..."
Kunlun looked guilty and ashamed.
He just wanted to do something for the shopkeeper, but sometimes manpower was poor, and a dragon that had practiced for thousands of years and was at its peak was still too powerful for him.
So powerful that it made him despair.
Even the most proud euphorbia couldn't stop him.
"Retreat to the outside and take a good rest first."
"So many people are still afraid that it will not die?"
"Even a wheel battle can kill it."
After taking Kunlun to the ground and seeing his self-reproach, Chen Yulou couldn't help but patted his shoulder, shook his head and smiled.
This guy is good at everything.
Just too stubborn and stubborn.
Once something is determined, not even ten cows can pull it back.
Although it is said that extreme martial arts can suppress monsters, but that is only for ordinary monsters.
Qi and blood martial arts are still a bit unsatisfactory in the face of beings like the thousand-year-old dragon, unless they really break through to the extreme and refine their martial arts to the level of the legendary Martial God and Martial Saint, who sees the gods as indestructible and breaks the void.
At that time, even if the real dragon was in front, he could forcefully suppress it with his physical body.
Martial arts masters have indeed reached the top in today's world, but it's not like they can't all be seen. At least he can count a few in one breath.
"Yes, from the shopkeeper."
Kunlun nodded.
Even though he was unwilling to do so, he also understood that he was already injured at the moment, and if he continued to hold on, he would only aggravate the injury and become a drag on the shopkeepers and them.
Also focus on taking care of yourself.
Carrying the big halberd, Kunlun strode outside.
Just took a few steps.
Several figures passed by him in succession.
Yang Fang held a whip, White Ape held a stick, Hua Ling held an umbrella, and Red Girl held a nine-section whip. They broke into the battlefield from all sides and surrounded the old dragon in the middle.
"唳——"
See this scene.
Luofu on his shoulders was also a little uncontrollable and walked back and forth.
"Go ahead."
Seeing this, Chen Yulou did not suppress him anymore, but raised his brows and chuckled.
Lao Jiao is such a good whetstone.
It's a pity not to have to.
But...
The premise of everything is that there will be no casualties.
If it's death and injury, then any whetstone is nonsense.
With Luofu sitting at the top, the old dragon would throw himself into a trap. After all, one phoenix descendant still gave birth to six phoenix blood descendants.
Even it doesn't dare to be too casual.
In addition, Chen Yulou himself was rushing to the side.
Lao Jiao always has two minds to keep an eye on them, otherwise no one can guarantee whether a sword will suddenly fly in the middle of the fight.
"唳——"
Finally got the master's permission.
Luofu's phoenix eyes were almost visible to the naked eye with excitement and... sharpness.
He raised his head and chirped.
In an instant.
It flew directly through the air.
Fires were everywhere around him, his big wings were flying across the sky, and the phoenix's cry, which was like breaking through clouds and cracking rocks, resounded in all directions, shaking everything into hibernation, rain poured down, and even the heavy dark clouds above his head seemed to have disappeared in an instant.
As for that old dragon.
He was about to take action to deal with the Partridge Whistle first.
The moment the phoenix chirped, its eyes were filled with disbelief, and most of its ferocious aura seemed to have been washed away.
"Phoenix?!"
As a dragon.
It was all too familiar with that chirping sound.
It's almost ingrained in my bones.
only.
In this world, not even a true dragon has been seen for many years, let alone a celestial phoenix?
And where did the phoenix come from?
After landing on Junshan Island, it released its demon consciousness and scanned the entire island several times, even every plant and tree was reflected in its mind.
Except for the variable Chen Yulou.
No matter how hard the others try to hide their energy, they are still exposed to it.
But now, not only did a land swordsman appear, but also a phoenix appeared, which made it feel as if it had hit a ghost in broad daylight.
No need to look at it deliberately.
Luofu spreads his wings and soars into the sky.
In the dark night, like a scorching sun, the endless fire surged out and evaporated the rain in an instant.
"Sword Immortal, Phoenix."
"Is it possible...that I, old Jiao, am destined to die here today?" (End of Chapter)