Jinlingyue

Chapter 735, Fierce battle against the world of mortals (81).

Following the sound of four metal collisions of "ding ding ding ding", Tu Xingqingyun had already stood firmly in his original position.

From departure to arrival, the interval was only one second, as if he had never left!

"Good boy! This is a sneak attack! It's really shameless, but your clone is too fucking timid. If you hit it and dodge it, what's the point? Hahahaha."

Wutian was confused by Tu Xing Qingyun's speed, he didn't even realize that Tu Xing Qingyun had played a trick with him unknowingly!

"Hahahaha! The survival time of your avatar is too short, and it slipped away before Grandpa even started it. So, how can Grandpa continue to fight?"

Wutian couldn't help laughing out loud again.

In the world of mortals, there are many people who are incapable of avatars. I don't believe that this kid, a nine-tier fairy, can still avatar?
There must be something wrong here.

Wutian's four avatars and eight pairs of eyes stared at Tu Xingqingyun, thinking about it secretly.

This guy didn't know my method just now, so I can't use the previous method this time, it's better to concentrate on hitting one, and kill one if he can.

Thinking of this, Tu Xingqingyun sent the exact location of Wutian clone to Shui Mo and Hei Long.

"You fight the one at the back, Master Black Dragon fights on the left, Mo Xuan you fight on the right, and I will fight his real body."

Shui Mo rode a unicorn, and after giving orders, he was swept into the dense forest by a gust of wind.

Tu Xingqingyun stepped on the flying saucer, and rushed to the last clone in a vigorous manner.

In other words, how did Little Brother Shuimo know that the one behind is the weakest?
He must have given this to you on purpose.

... A few seconds before fighting Wutian's clone again, a layer of doubt quietly crossed Tu Xingqingyun's mind, and it disappeared in a flash.

"Slow down! Slow down."

Wutian saw that Shui Mo, a man and a beast, had already rushed towards him, hurriedly pulled out his mourning stick from his back, and concentrated on parrying it.

The mourning stick vs. the five-star lianzhu stick, the devil vs. Xiaoxian, ten strokes have passed in the blink of an eye.

The ink painting was on the rise, one man and one beast blocked Wutian under the big tree, and you came and went to meet each other with sticks, only to kill sand and stones in the jungle, and the wind blew up.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Heilong and Moxuan also fought against Wutian's clone one after another. Ebony Lingtouguai, fairy energy, spiritual power, white cloud fan and mourning stick all showed their own supernatural powers, killing the giant trees in the jungle swaying, and thousands of beasts running wildly. Flee away.

As soon as Tu Xingqingyun joined hands with Wutian's avatar, he felt a steady stream of overwhelming coercion pressing on him. He tried his best to hold on, and made the ground dragon javelin airtight, one move at a time Zhaodi took over the first wave of strong attack from Wutian's mourning stick abruptly.

Sure enough, it was the old boy who was unprepared!

..............................

Tu Xingqingyun's arm was sore, and every time he hit it, it was as if the weapon in his hand was thrown away by Wutian, and he almost let go.

Until the last impact, Tu Xingqingyun couldn't see Wutian's face clearly.

He doesn't even know anything about the weapons they use, it just feels like a big wooden stick!
"No, this old boy only used five percent of his strength. If he continues to fight, he will die! 36 strategies, go first."

Tu Xingqingyun muttered to himself, and the heartbeat signal was transmitted to the flying saucer under his feet in an instant.

whoosh-

Tu Xingqingyun had already flown hundreds of meters away.

"Ha ha ha ha!……"

Wutian clone couldn't help it, so he raised the mourning stick in his hand high above the head of the whole country, and kept beating the big tree trunk beside him.

On the side of ink and wash, Wutian Yuanshen and ink and wash stick against each other.

As soon as they made contact, they both stepped back dozens of steps.

Looking at each other, no one dared to make a move easily.

"No! I have to find a way to deal with him as soon as possible, this kid's strength is not inferior to mine."

Wutian's eyeballs rolled around, and inside the child's body, the old and cunning core secretly calculated.

One of the clones of Black Dragon and Wutian was fighting in full swing at the moment, no one cared about the other things, and rushed and fought on their own.

Moxian and Wutian are already old acquaintances, and they are very familiar with each other's methods. You come and shake off a lot of leaves, but you can't hurt a single hair of each other.

Because of being entangled in ink and wash, Wutian clone lost his dominance, like a deaf-mute, except for moving his hands and feet, he never spoke again.

Mo Xuan knows: If you want to keep Wutian at bay, you have to attack desperately... keep attacking.

So he didn't talk too much, just attacking and dodging desperately, ignoring everything else.

The black dragon has also seen Wutian's flaws. In order to buy time for ink and wash, he also unceremoniously changed the leading crutch into two, two into four, four into eight... and buried Wutian's first clone in his In the shadow of battle.

Wutian had already adapted to the severely dehydrated environment of Jinling City on his own, and wanted to fight with this group of dragon descendants until they were exhausted to death.

But what he never expected was that, except for the sneaky and slippery Tu Xingqingyun, the other three were not affected by the drought at all. After more than 1000 rounds of decisive battles, they did not shed a single drop of sweat!
"No, it's going to be a struggle if it goes on like this."

Wutian realized the danger, and immediately took the idle clone back to the main body.

He is planning to deal with ink and wash with all his strength, so that he can catch a free time and try to escape.

It was the first time that Heilong had such a happy fight with Wutian, he hit the ground and yelled loudly.

"Happy! Happy..."

"Boy, your five-star Lianzhu black iron stick is quite powerful! Not bad, not bad, a good opponent."

Wutian's eyeballs rolled around, and he complimented Ink Mo sincerely.

"Your white, black, black, gray, and gray howling stick is not bad either. I guess it's about a hundred thousand kilograms, right?"

Shui Mo looked at Wu Tian coldly and said with a smile.

A cloud of green smoke flew past the front, and all of them entered Wutian's nine orifices, limbs and bones.

Shui Mo watched coldly, only to see that Wutian Yuanshen trembled a little, and immediately his whole body was black and purple and swollen.

Shui Mo knew that Tu Xing Qingyun had been defeated.

"Boy, one more round, I don't believe I can't kill you."

Wutian Yuanshen soared to a height of more than ten meters, and rushed towards the ink and wash with the mourning stick in his hand.

"Little master, this guy has taken in a clone. The power, magic thought, and cold poison are doubled before, and we have to increase the attack power."

Suan Ni opened his eyes wide at Wu Tianyan, roared and said to his master.

"Little Suanni, what you said is absolutely right. Be careful!"

Wutian poured all the magic, cold, poisonous and divine powers of the primordial spirit and the main body into the mourning stick in his hand, and he saw that the ink and wash Tianling Gai was the stick.

"what……!"

As soon as Suan Ni and Wu Tian finished speaking, a horrifying scream broke out between the three of them.

Wutian poured all the magic, cold, poisonous and divine powers of the primordial spirit and the main body into the mourning stick in his hand, and he saw that the ink and wash Tianling Gai was the stick.

"what……!"

As soon as Suan Ni and Wu Tian finished speaking, a horrifying scream broke out between the three of them.

(End of this chapter)