mtl008 Chapter 577 Spearmanship
Chapter 577 Spearmanship
The demon's claws grew larger in the wind, and grabbed towards Yun Qinghan with a force that covered the sky and the moon.
Yun Qinghan quickly formed a golden protective barrier, and the demon claws continued to attack the barrier.
The protective barrier shattered in an instant, and Yun Qinghan was not spared. The huge force was transmitted to his body, causing his internal organs to shift. He spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments, and his body sank into the rubble like a meteor.
Kuangfeng took slow steps in the sky, looking at the miserable state of the three people, with a hint of disdain on his lips:
"The guy you are protecting is the madman you are talking about? He is just a formation master, and he is your last hope! I am afraid you will be disappointed. I have already taken a fancy to that formation master. I will deal with you first because I don't want anyone to disturb my elegant eating pleasure!"
He licked the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his unusually long tongue. When Kuangfeng thought of the pure and spiritual aura of Changqing, he felt hungrier and his stomach growled uncontrollably.
"Gululu~"
"Do you know that the smell of that formation master is particularly mouth-watering! This kind of flesh and blood is the real delicacy! You fought hard to protect him, but he still couldn't escape death. What you did was just in vain!"
When Yun Qinghan heard this, her heart moved. She knew that Kuangfeng had misunderstood her, but then she thought that Changqing's crazy side seemed to be more in line with the word madman, so she did not explain. She also had absolute confidence in Changqing.
Zhong Baixuan, who had barely stood up from the rubble, looked at the crazy and even somewhat abnormal wind in the sky, and couldn't help feeling a chill.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhong Baixuan took two deep breaths to suppress the heart-wrenching pain in his body, and drew out a spear again. He mustered up his courage and said to Kuang Feng, "It's too early to tell who is the fish on the chopping board. As long as I'm here, you can't touch him!"
Kuang Feng felt a bit of admiration for Zhong Baixuan who was holding on, but his eyes turned and a good idea of his own came to his mind.
"You are quite courageous, but you are doing this! Will the formation master appreciate it? Look at him, you are all in such a miserable state, but he is still watching! It seems that the feelings between you are not as deep as you thought! It's all in vain after all! Hahahaha."
Kuang Feng's smile became more and more unbridled. He looked towards Chang Qing intentionally or unintentionally.
The Taoist's Dharma image suddenly stopped for a moment, and then began to weave the formation again, but his eyes as he looked at the thousands of formation lines became increasingly cold.
The wind is still chattering
"But don't worry, after killing you, I will send that kid to meet you downstairs. I think you will have a lot to talk about when you get here!" Kuang Feng teased.
Zhong Baixuan held the spear tightly in his hand, and the muscles on his face kept twitching: "Junior brother, don't be distracted, I'm here!"
"Evil creature, don't try to destroy our spiritual aspirations! Give me your life."
The black man appeared again, but he was much weaker than before. He held a spear in his hand and spun the spear head violently. Countless spiritual powers poured into the tip of the spear frantically.
The entire body of the spear was flashing with a cold glow, and countless spiritual patterns were crawling up the spear like snakes. As the spiritual patterns on the spear flickered, it exuded a heart-stirring aura.
Zhong Baixuan's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, locking onto the enemy in front of him.
"Come on, let me see what you can do!"
The wind howled violently, its sound like thunder, shaking the surrounding trees.
Then his body suddenly stretched out, like a Kun fish turning into a Peng bird. His momentum soared, and his body became a lot larger. The rolling demonic power rushed straight to his face with a sinister aura. The surrounding space seemed to solidify in an instant, and the air was filled with murderous intent.
Zhong Baixuan shook the spear in his hand lightly, and suddenly there was a whistling sound. The tip of the spear drew a dazzling arc of light, pointing directly at the throat of the powerful demon.
With his light shout, the spear instantly turned into a stream of light and swept out! This spear seemed to distort time and space, and every inch of space was torn apart, turning into an invisible sharp blade, and moving straight forward.
"Dragon-shaking Spear!" Zhong Baixuan shouted, his figure seemed to turn into an afterimage, and many long spear shadows were drawn out from this spear, and stabbed towards the strong wind together.
A trace of solemnity flashed in Kuangfeng's eyes, and he suddenly kicked up, and his body instantly moved like a mountain. He waved his hands, and countless black claw marks were used. The dark airflow around him swirled and condensed in the air, turning into a huge black shield, meeting the swift attack of Zhong Baixuan's thousands of figures.
The violent collision was deafening, the air was shaking, strong winds were blown up all around, and dust was flying, like a small storm.
This was the first time that Kuangfeng showed such a solemn expression, which also showed the power of Zhong Baixuan's shot.
Zhong Baixuan's illusory figure quickly solidified, and his body was only three feet away from the strong wind.
"good chance!"
With a quick flip of his wrist, the spear drew a series of trajectories in the air, and in the dazzling gun shadows, he quickly pushed aside the black shield. He twisted his body, and his legs seemed to be crossed, but the gun stabbed out at an extremely tricky angle, and the tip of the gun quickly grew larger in the eye of the gale, pointing directly at the throat.
Such gun tips also appeared on the chest, between the eyebrows and the location of the demon pill. These gun tips seemed to be phantoms, but in fact they were all places that the spear could reach in the next moment. This made Kuangfeng dare not move rashly. He understood that if he missed a shot, he would suffer serious injuries.
Zhong Baixuan's spear skills were so instantaneous and stunning that they showed how far he had come in the art of spearmanship.
"How dare you!" Kuang Feng roared, mobilizing the spiritual power around him, and the surrounding evil spirit surged like a tide. He waved his hand again, and a long black whip appeared out of thin air, lashing at Zhong Baixuan fiercely.
Kuangfeng wanted to defuse the shot by exchanging injury for injury, life for life.
Zhong Baixuan's expression changed slightly, but soon a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face. Since they were going to fight, they would fight to the end and see who died first!
Seeing that Zhong Baixuan not only did not retreat, but instead pushed his right arm forward suddenly, the light of the spear suddenly increased, and the tip of the spear quickly stabbed towards the vital point.
Kuangfeng's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that this human being in front of him, who looked somewhat elegant, would be so reckless in fighting for his life!
"Madman!" Kuangfeng cursed inwardly, and his figure retreated violently, and the long whip fell into the air.
There was a low roar between the spear and the air, like the beating of a war drum.
He found a flaw in the gun shadow, and quickly approached, quickly avoiding the attack of the long whip. He turned the gun at his waist, grasped it with both hands, turned his back, and stabbed the side of the monster clan strongman with his backhand.
A ball of blood splattered up.
Just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, and there was a golden spear full of spiritual light stuck there.
When he realized that something was wrong, the spear had already pierced into him. His powerful demonic power was torn apart in an instant and turned invisible. This spear had such terrifying power that it actually injured him.
"Get out of here!" The wind roared, and the violent demonic energy burst out like the sea. Zhong Baixuan was like being hit by a hammer and shot into the ground in mid-air.
"A bunch of ants! Seeking death!"
Kuang Feng gritted his teeth, the wound on his waist was slowly healing. The monsters were very strong, so this wound could only be considered a minor injury. But how could he tolerate being injured by a lowly human who looked down on him? !