Supreme Medicinal God

2435 Hundred Flowers Demon Cloud Hand

Lightning not only burned half of Zhou Bing's arm, but also severely damaged the blood of his half body. He uttered a scream and spurted blood.

The bloodline couldn't sustain the transformation. The two arms under the rib suddenly disappeared, and the magic dragon gun clenched by those two hands disappeared, as if there had never been a clone of the magic gun.

Zhou Bing, holding half of his arm turned into coke, was sweating and sweating in pain. This kind of lightning burn burned all the raw maple machines in his half of the arm to ashes. This kind of injury could not be repaired by the demon's self-healing power.

Zhou Bing was injured by lightning caused by Thunder Sword, and the surrounding killing suddenly weakened a lot, but the sea outside the magic iron floating city was not calm.

The waves were still treacherous, and the turbulent waves rushed to the sky, seeming to be full of anger and unwillingness, and wanted to kill the aliens who invaded the Demon Hell in the waves.

Seeing that Zhou Bing lost his arm and was still unable to recover from the serious injury, the prison guard ordered him to be treated.

"You guys not only ruined my garden, but also hurt my captain. I won't let you go today."

As soon as the jailer's finger trembles, he took out a flower, which is a golden tulip, like an elegant goblet filled with champagne, crystal clear and translucent, exuding a faint fragrance.

Ye Feng noticed that the jailer Ba Shui was wearing a colorful ring of flowers on his fingers, which looked like a girl's ornament. It was cut off in a gloomy face like him, and the long-horned demon were not very coordinated.

However, his ten fingers were white and slender, not as full of hair as other demons.

This flower ring has a weirdness, exuding a faint magical atmosphere from it. Ye Feng feels that this flower ring is a space ring, and that golden tulip is taken from the flower ring.

A scent of scent came over. In the hands of Warden Ba Shui, not just a beautiful and noble tulip, it turned into a bouquet of flowers in the blink of an eye. There were dozens of them.

But no one appreciates these beautiful tulips. Ye Feng, Jiang Yixue, and Nangong Sheep inexplicably feel the tension, and quickly transport the energy in the bloodline to the strongest.

On the face of it, the warden is a man who loves flowers. When Ye Feng encountered the prison, his enemies also took out a bunch of tulips.

Is he going to give flowers to the prisoners?

This large bunch of golden tulips has a flower-like color, flowing lines like flowing water, noble and elegant, and floral fragrance.

Ye Feng sneered: "Do you want to give me flowers?"

"Of course, this flower is for you. To express my apologies, I heard that humans will lay flowers when they sweep the graves of the dead."

Every flower he brought out was not for human appreciation, but a weapon of murder, which contained the magic element of the raging waves and the mad killing intention.

I have seen the flowers thrown by Ba Shui. Those petals are like long eyes. They can easily shake Ye Feng's thunder sword and rescue the logistics officer Gu Yu.

So when the warden Ba Shui brought out a large bouquet of tulips, Jiang Yixue felt like a mountain was pressed on his chest, and it was difficult to breathe.

She focused on alert, as if she was facing an enemy, but she knew that the warden's flower of death was given to Ye Feng, and could not help worrying and worrying for Ye Feng.

The ice bow in her hand was tighter.

Snow fluttered in the sky again, and a gust of snow came from all directions. The ice tactics were no different. Jiang Yixue became more and more familiar with the weather. She wanted to use snowflakes to deal with flying flowers.

Nangong Yang's face was indifferent, his hands tied behind him, but his body was like a high mountain, Wei An stood tall, and the hands behind his back had already been handprinted. As long as Warden Ba Shui dared to shoot, he would immediately help.

When he found out that the warden here was Ba Shui, the eighth demon of the demon world, Jiang Yixue’s ice bow could not stop the other party, so he would climb the iron casting float island.

Buzz, wind rises, flowers bloom, flowers fall, flowers fly, flowers thank.

A large bouquet of tulips was thrown into the wind, and the petals of hundreds of tulips spun rapidly in the wind, decomposing into countless golden blades.

The wind didn't arrive until the knife arrived

The sky was full of golden light, and the petals in the sky were not just for Ye Feng, but also flew over Jiang Yixue and Nangong Sheep.

The thin golden petals were as bright as gold, and the edges shone like sharp blades.

The petals are as fast as golden meteors, as if they disappeared in the wind, no, not not, but in the sun, they merged into the light and turned into a part of the sun, making it even more impossible to prevent.

However, Ye Feng never used his eyes to guard against it.

The eye of Zhiming God is actually the eye of thought. Within a hundred meters of his surroundings, including Jiang Yixue and Nangong sheep, an infinite network of thoughts was laid, even if a small flying insect got into it. Will touch his nerves.

With this net of thought, like the Tian Luo Di net, you will be prepared for all attacks.

The eighth demon under the command of this great lord has extraordinary strength, at least the eighth-level demon master intermediate, not to mention using petals, even cotton can kill people.

Ye Feng gently hugged Jiang Yixue, cast an aura shield, and a bright and sacred golden light shrouded the two from top to bottom, and no gap was found.

Nangong Yang also formed a fingerprint on his hands, and there were gusts of wind all over his body. Hundreds of gusts of wind quickly spun and compressed, forming a wind shield around him.

The goal of Ba Shui is not Nangong sheep. All the petals hit Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue.

He just glanced at the Nangong sheep, but the Nangong sheep did not dare to shoot indiscriminately. He could only cast an ice shield to protect himself. He was not sure that he could escape from the sky and rain of Bashui.

Boom, boom, boom, the strength of that weak petal actually surpassed the dragon dragon's magic dragon gun, which constantly impacted Ye Feng's aura shield.

Ye Feng injects the whole body spirit into the aura shield. The golden light is like a copper wall and iron wall. It can't be shaken at all. Every petal hits like a giant hammer, and the energy is full. Ye Feng has to go all out.

Every petal struck the light curtain, but there was a huge potential, and Ye Feng was shocked.

The warden looked at Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue surrounded by petals, and there was a hint of venting anger on his face: "Asshole, let you ruin my garden, let you go to prison, and today I want you to die in my Baihua Moyun ."

A series of golden iron symphony came, like a ray of dragon yin.

The Thunder Sword flew into the sky, shining a dazzling golden light in the sun. It hovered in mid-air and did not directly attack the eighth demon-master Ba Shui, but quickly decomposed in mid-air, one, two, three. .....

A thunder sword quickly turned into hundreds of thunder swords, each of which shone with golden light, overlapping each other, like a burning golden cloud in the sky.

(End of this chapter)