Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

The dog rose in the wind, pounced in an instant, and with a bark, it opened its mouth and bit the neck of the demon tiger.

Suddenly, the demonic qi was turbulent, and the demon tiger wailed one after another.

In myths and legends, the Howling Dog and Yang Jian are inseparable, but there are obvious differences about the image of the Howling Dog.

There are legends that are thin black and skinny dogs, and there are legends that they are white-haired retrievers, which are different.

And during the battle of the gods, every time Yang Jian used the Heavenly Dog, he took out a tissue paper dog in his arms, and after the sacrifice, he turned into a white dog and stepped forward to bite.

The power is huge, and the sneak attack is fast, even the Da Luo immortals are often difficult to dodge, and I don’t know how many famous immortal gods have been bitten.

At least in the battle of the gods, the Heavenly Dog existed as a magic weapon.

The Heavenly Dog kept biting at the Demon Tiger, and Mo Yu was on tiptoe, turning back in the air and killing the Lord of the Twelve Halls.

His speed was too fast, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand cut down, like a half-moon light emerging in the air, with a dreamy color.

And in the dream, there is hidden slaughter.

The reaction of the twelve hall masters was also extremely fast, his hands were wrapped in fists, his movements were simple to the extreme, and he blocked Mo Yu’s sword with one hand.

At the same time, his left hand condensed slightly, and he drank lightly towards Mo Yu’s heart.

The third eye on the forehead clearly captured this scene, and Mo Yu’s left hand met with the same fist, which was exactly the same.

Bang!

A terrifying aftermath erupted in the night sky, and the figures of the two flew back at the same time, but turned into afterimages in the next moment.

The strength of both of them is too strong, and it is difficult to capture the figure with fast fighting.

In just a few seconds, the two sides have fought more than a thousand moves.

The Lord of the Twelve Halls had always guarded against Mo Yu’s third eye, but seeing that no divine light had emerged, he was a little relieved.

Isn’t the dark path just now that kind of divine light can only be used once?

But even so, he was suppressed everywhere in the fight, and Mo Yu seemed to be able to see through his fists, and every time he reacted in advance, he was extremely uncomfortable.

And after a moment of fighting, Mo Yu also roughly grasped the strength of the twelve hall masters.

With a fight to retreat, he suddenly pointed a finger, and the demon rope rose from a distance, coming from a tricky angle, to bind him.

The Lord of the Twelve Halls was so alert, in terms of strength, he was even more above the slaughtering life, his hands clenched into fists, and an invisible fist spread out, and the demon rope touched, but he could not advance.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, he instantly jumped up, but at the same time, a bright sword light appeared in front of his eyes.

The Lord of the Twelve Halls was not afraid, but his figure shook, and his fist changed sharply.

He punched out, and the strength of his whole body exploded in an instant, from point to line, from line to surface, and there were hundreds of changes in one punch.

The magic power in his body was even more boiling, condensing on his fist, manipulating the power to the subtle level, but it did not have the huge momentum before.

But the demonic qi is all over his fist, strange and slender, endless, there are as many kinds of demonic qi as there are changes, and each qi is different, whether yin or yang, or rigid or soft, and it is more mixed with the changes of all things, all-encompassing.

Mo Yu’s gaze froze, obviously he struck first, but he had the illusion that this punch could not be resisted.

Meixin Tianyan took this punch into his eyes.

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing came, and Mo Yu, who was the first to attack, let out a soft snort, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife vibrate, and he almost escaped.

At the same time, the twelve hall masters stepped on the air, and their figures suddenly rose, and the dragon groaned on their hands.

I saw a pitch-black dragon shadow hovering above his trap.

“His fist sleeve is sacrificed with a dragon soul!” Mo Yu suddenly realized in his heart.

In the next instant, the Lord of the Twelve Halls slammed down with a punch, and a dragon soul phantom suddenly rushed out, turning clouds and rain, breaking through everything.

“Demon Dragon Fist, Reverse Dragon Kill!”

At this time, the angry shouts of the twelve hall masters came.

Mo Yu’s figure retreated, briefly opened the distance, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand was cut out from the bottom up, as fast as thunder.

He was extremely calm, and the movements of the twelve hall masters flashing their fists appeared in his eyebrows, like a replay.

The tip of the knife pierced the jaw of the dragon shadow, and everything suddenly condensed, and then the dragon shadow suddenly dispersed.

The dragon has a reverse scale in its jaw, and if it touches it, it will be angry, and if it is angry, it will kill.

Similarly, the reverse scale of the dragon’s lower jaw is also its weak point.

Just after breaking the dragon shadow, the twelve hall masters drank lightly again, waved their hands, and suddenly a fist shadow fell from the sky, covering the night sky.

Mo Yu already had a plan in his heart, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand simultaneously swung the heavenly blade and constantly clashed with it.

At the same time, he pulled out a hair and threw it away.

This hair left the body, transformed in the air, and turned into another Yang Jian.

Seventy-two changes, the art of doppelganger.

This trick is also a certain monkey’s masterpiece, and Yang Jian has no reason.

As soon as the doppelganger came out, a golden bow and silver bullet appeared, and the golden bow was full, aiming at the twelve hall masters.

The Lord of the Twelve Halls was immediately vigilant.

A silver light pierced the night sky, and silver bullets whistled towards him.

The twelve hall masters formed palms and closed slightly, and an invisible dragon shadow appeared in his palm.

“Demon Dragon Fist, reverse dragon back kill!”

In a low voice, the dragon shadow between his hands suddenly rushed out, and was facing the silver pill that broke through the sky, and the invisible dragon shadow opened its mouth, and actually swallowed this silver pill directly, and even the dragon body turned silver-white.

Then the silver-white light slammed into Yang Jian with a bow in reverse.

The silver light was brilliant, like a silver meteor right in the middle of Yang Jian’s doppelganger, and in an instant, the doppelganger was pierced, re-transformed into a hair, and the golden bow in his hand quickly fell.

But when dealing with the doppelganger, Mo Yu had locked onto the twelve hall masters, and his eyebrows reflected his appearance.

The Lord of the Twelve Halls suddenly felt that the surrounding space became sticky, like a cage, and he couldn’t breathe.

“Not good.” He looked at the heavenly eye on Mo Yu’s forehead for the first time, raised his palm and slashed it towards the sky, under the palm wind, the sticky space was torn apart, and he jumped with the trend.

Just jumped up, before he had time to rejoice, a dog barked suddenly sounded in his ears, and his calf hurt, and he saw that the dog bit his calf fiercely, and the blood was dripping.

The Lord of the Twelve Halls snorted, and the afterglow from the corner of his eyes glanced into the distance, only to see that the demon tiger he had condensed had long dissipated.

On the other side, Yang Jian smiled, the three-pointed and two-edged knife had just been put away, and in his right hand there was an intricate longbow full of gold, silver and pearls.

In his left hand, he held a long arrow of phoenix ling.

The treasure eagle bow, the phoenix arrow, and the magic weapon unlocked together with the law heaven and earth, he has never used it.

In myths and legends, these two treasures once helped him curse the eight monsters and become famous all over the world.

Taking the bow and drawing the arrow, his gaze became fierce in an instant, and then his left hand loosened, and an arrow light whistled into the sky.

At night, this arrow light is like a flaming meteor and like a phoenix, splitting the sky in two.

Poof!

The Phoenix Ling arrow penetrated the body of the Twelve Hall Lord, and he bowed his head in disbelief.