MTL - Man Huang Feng Bao-Chapter 231 When chasing the wind becomes a memory

Murong's pursuit of the wind is extremely fast, and it quickly feels bad. However, this time it is not so lucky.

A smear of knives suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The smiling puppet doll suddenly unbelievably pulled out a sharp dagger from his arms and stabbed it. Between the feet, not to mention the speed of chasing birds, even if the pursuit of the wind, even faster than the wind is too late to dodge.

Seeing that Murong was chasing the wind from the roof, he suddenly made a scream.

At the last moment, he almost instinctively turned his head, letting the eyebrows pass, the sharp dagger crossed his face, leaving a deep scar, almost cut his head in half.

"Where is the enchanting, I killed you!"

Murong chased the wind and was shocked and angry. He screamed, and the knives in his hand smashed through the smashed empty air. He had to smash this weird and different puppet doll into two halves.

"Hey..."

The seemingly chubby face of a cute puppet doll actually sent out a sinister laughter, and then retired from the glory of Murong. Murong chased the wind and gritted his teeth. He was about to catch up. A strong wind came from behind him and turned and saw that Ye Chuan’s fist had come to the front.

"Sure enough, this is the trick of your kid!"

Murong chased the wind and became furious. He turned a blind eye to Ye Chuan’s fist and only attacked it.

What about it, Ye Chuan is only the realm of the monk's five-fold, how can he be beaten by him? At most, it was slightly injured, and the pain was over. On the contrary, if you squat down, you can cut him into two pieces and then smash the corpse!

Murong chasing the wind is really angry, angry from the heart, hateful to Ye Chuan. For so many years, he has not eaten such a big dark loss, has never seen such a fierce opponent.

Buzheng did not say that the road was blocked, and the sinister beasts such as the demon and the human face snakes were buried in the battlefield. Even the fascia was ambushed on the beam, and the step-by-step murder was unstoppable.

This kid, too cloudy!

Murong chased the wind and gnashed his teeth. Suddenly, he was not in a hurry to break through. He wanted to take the opportunity to kill Ye Chuan. Not afraid of his sneak attack, I am afraid that he has been hiding!

Hey! A muffled sound, Ye Chuan's fist rushed to the chest of Murong's chasing before the knives were cut down.

Murong pursued the wind and the body was slightly shocked. His face was still awkward. It seemed that there was nothing at all. But the next moment, the body shivered and blood spurted, the blood was not only sprayed out of the mouth, but the blood was sprayed from the pores. The whole person seemed to become a funnel body and could not hold a drop of blood.

"what……"

The screams of screaming, this time only sounded.

Just a punch, Murong's body chasing the wind was almost blown up by Ye Chuan.

Ten thousand eight kilograms!

A swallowing of the heavens is the strength of 18,000 kilograms. The six swallows of the heavens and the hustle and bustle are spinning together, and the strength of 18,000 kilograms suddenly bursts out. Who can harden it?

As the leader of the young generation of Murong family, Murong’s body of chasing the wind is already strong enough. Unfortunately, Ye Chuan is even more powerful, and the strength of 18,000 kilograms is too cruel!

"Mu Rong Gongzi, the treasures and knives in this stone sarcophagus, I will help you keep your smile!"

Ye Chuan smiled coldly, and Murong chased the wind only to feel the black shadow in front of him. Yanzhu Miao and Tiandao went to Ye Chuan’s hand and grabbed it. Followed by, the cold knife blazed, and a knife fell, and he would end his life with the knives of Murong.

"Kid, you..., dare you kill me?"

Murong chased the wind and frightened. He reached for the beam on the roof and wanted to dodge.

Hey! The sharp knives crossed the air with a cold knife.

Ye Chuan did not answer, cold and cold, and Murong chased the wind and scared his body. A pain in both legs, was cut off by Yaskawa.

"what……"

In the past, Murong, who couldn’t be seen in the past, was chasing the wind. Once again, he lost his voice and screamed, and his body fell from a high altitude. For many years, he has been rampant in the capital of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and his realm is lower than him. His realm is higher than him and he is really worried about the Murong family behind him. Unexpectedly, this time I met the role of Ye Chuan, and I did not show mercy.

Ye Chuan took the bamboo shoots and received the Qinglian space. He was about to jump from the beam to chase and kill, and completely killed the heavily injured Murong. The hall suddenly swayed and sizzled, and a roof, wall and ground appeared. A crack, the ground shakes the mountain.

The altar at the end of the main hall quickly sank into the ground, and thick fog emerged from the depths of the ground. Those who are too late to dodge, regardless of the ordinary adventurer of the monk's environment or the real world master, sigh with a sigh, and the body becomes a white bone in a blink of an eye. The fog is getting stronger and stronger, and it is much more powerful than the original poisonous mist that hangs over the stone sarcophagus.

"This fog is poisonous, go quickly!"

"The palace is going to collapse, let's go!"

......

The masters of the various halls in the hall were discolored and screamed, and they disappeared. The door was blocked by the fireworks of Yechuan. Then they walked from the roof and even broke their teeth and broke through the wall. The movement was a little slower, and immediately it was drowned by the toxic mist that rolled in, and turned into a gloomy bone in the screams. Many people did not fall down, but they still kept their legs mad. The flesh and blood on their bodies were gone, and they stretched out their hands to call for help or catch something.

Ye Chuan's scalp was numb, and he couldn't catch up with Murong, who was seriously injured. He burned the burning stove, human face snake, puppet doll and many evil eyes and cows all over the Qinglian space. When the front foot just left, the terrible poisonous mist rolled up, and the fierce wave was getting higher and higher like the big wave.

Inside and outside the magnificent palace, the masters of each road ran wildly and violently, and each exhibition was broken out. The poisonous fog behind it was covered. As long as it was a living thing, the sinful bones were swallowed up.

Outside the palace, Zhu Sijia and the fat man Zhao Dazhi walked together and stood side by side. They only heard the sound of ghosts and screams in the hall. They didn’t know what happened, they were afraid of it and could not wait to leave and wait. .

"Jia Jia, fat man, go!"

Ye Chuan’s voice suddenly sounded in the ears of two people, and the roof broke into the eyes of the two.

Seeing Ye Chuan safe and sound, the two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, the heart suddenly slammed. A patchwork behind Ye Chuan suddenly opened his mouth and made a non-human mourning. A large piece of gray fog covered it, and the body became a skeleton in a flash. It was only half a step away from the trap. But just a little slower than Ye Chuan, I will never see the outside world.

Zhu Sijia and the fat man flew in the air, the next moment, reacted under the warning of Ye Chuan, and turned around without hesitation. Ye Chuan speeded up and rushed to one side, rushing with them. Behind him, the terrible smog smog swelled like a flood, devouring all the life that was too late to dodge.

Tuoba Xiong and Feng Ren are also dying, and the number of adventurers who survive is less than one tenth. No one noticed that Liu Hong actually followed up and did not die in the partial hall. The woman not only did not die, but also dragged a black shadow in her hand, and swayed forward on the flying sword. If someone turns back, they can find that it is not a black shadow, but a half body of Murong's pursuit of the wind.

"Kill, kill him, kill him..."

Murong’s chasing after the wind was sluggish, and his mouth was always thinking of words. It seemed to be crazy, or stupid, and he could not accept the facts for a while. Although he is still not dead, it is obviously a waste man, and his legs are gone. Don’t think about chasing the wind in the future. The rest is only reminiscing!