The dance of dragon king legend

Chapter 321
Dai Yuner, Wusiduo, and Qinglin also beheaded each other.

The clown evil soul master in the corner knew that the situation was not good.As soon as he raised his hand, a ball of yellow light rose into the sky.Suddenly, a ferocious yellow skull bloomed in the sky.

Wu Changming was rescuing the wounded one by one, when he saw this scene, a thunder flashed, and the clown soul master's head exploded, and he fell to his knees.

Everyone looked up at the yellow skeleton fireworks that were still in the air, and they frowned slightly.Is this a retreat signal, or a signal for help?If it's the latter, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome.

The train derailed, and the nearby cities must have gotten the news, but it was not known when the federal government's rescuers would arrive.

"Let's go, let's go to rescue people quickly. I don't know if the evil soul master sent a signal for help. I hope the Federation can send someone over soon." Wu Changming frowned.

Everyone nodded, broke the carriage, and rescued the injured people. No matter whether the evil spirit master had reinforcements or not, it was impossible for them to just leave now. There were too many wounded in the train.

Everyone is not good at healing, but Xu Lizhi's recovery meat bag can at least help the injured improve their chances of being treated.

There was no chance of treatment in the first few carriages, and they were all killed by the evil soul master.Fortunately, they defeated the evil soul masters. In the more cars behind, although the casualty rate was still high, more than one-third of the people survived. After getting emotional, he also began to help save lives and heal the wounded.Finally, everything is moving in a good direction.

At this time, Xu Xiaoyan comforted an injured old man and said: "It's okay, you lie here and I'll help others." While speaking, she smiled at the old man, stood up and ran to another injured man.

At this moment, Wu Changming blocked Xu Xiaoyan's back, and the Sky Thunder Spear jumped into his hand, and the spear came out like a dragon, with a sonic boom, piercing out with an incomparable edge, stabbing at the purple-black shadow.

The dark purple figure was obviously extremely skilled in fighting, so he immediately released his three-word combat armor and quickly dodged, but still left gun marks on the core of his combat armor.

The middle-aged man looked at Wu Changming coldly, stretched out his right hand, and the purple turtle landed in his palm.The tortoise is not big, with a diameter of about one foot. Its body is purple and black, but it has a pair of white eyes. The white and shining eyes are full of a cold aura.

Wu Zhangming whispered, with some surprise, "Ming Gui!"

"The tortoise is a very rare soul beast. It only lives in the darkest and coldest places and absorbs yin energy for a living. The tortoise grows very slowly. When it was born, the tortoise was only less than an inch long. It can only grow an inch, that is to say, the tortoise in this middle-aged man's hand has been cultivated for ten thousand years." Xie Xie explained to everyone.

"The most powerful part of the tortoise is that it can refine the yin energy. If you meet a soul master who is compatible with the martial soul, its amplifying effect is so great that it can even directly evolve the martial soul." Wu Changming added.

The middle-aged man looked at Wu Changming seriously, and said, "Little ghost, who are you? How can you make a hasty blow that is enough for me to avoid it and hurt my three-word combat armor?" The purple light rose up and turned into a huge ghost image.Immediately afterwards, pieces of purple-black armor emerged from his body.

The purple-black armor is full of darkness and coldness. What's even more strange is that there is an oval groove in front of his breastplate. The middle-aged man pressed the backhand and pushed the tortoise into the groove.Immediately, the color of Ming Gui's whole body became darker, and it became one with his battle armor.

Wu Changming saw a living tortoise pressed into the groove of the battle armor, "What kind of operation is this? You bastard is a bastard, no matter how much you mend it, it won't make your chest bigger!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed, and even the wounded couldn't help the pain.

he is a man...

"Eight-ringed cultivation base, three-character combat armor! This is already able to forcibly challenge the strength of a Super Douluo who doesn't wear a combat armor!" A low-level soul master wounded knew these things, and said, "That child can't be too many At the age of 20, it is impossible to beat a Super Douluo level powerhouse!"

As soon as these words came out, the head of the wounded was clouded with gloom.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "I will kill you today!"

Wu Changming smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Don't believe it, you really don't have that strength!"

"Then you should weigh it up!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

(End of this chapter)