MTL - Man Huang Feng Bao-Chapter 245 Third door

The sound of the slamming sound suddenly sounded, and countless wind knives rolled to Ye Chuan, and a dense burst of sound rang out over the magic dragon road.

The adventurers turned and looked over, and they were shocked.

Ye Chuan's flesh and blood, once again blocked the attack of the wind and forbearance, the body is strong and sturdy, so that the main 跋 跋 一 看了 专注 专注 专注 专注 专注 玄 玄 玄 玄 玄 玄 玄 玄 玄 撼 撼 撼 撼 撼 撼 撼 撼 撼

"kill!"

With the suppression of the wind and the knife, the old man of the wind rushed to the front of Ye Chuan and took a shot.

Ye Chuan's body is very strong, even the sharp wind knife can not take him, but this position is heavy, with a majestic darkness. Ye Chuan, even if the skin is tough, the internal organs? Can you stop this fierce internal strength?

The powerful palm of his hand, I hoped to photograph the chest of Ye Chuan, and there was still some worry that the old man had a pair of eyes lit up and laughed. The next moment, I suddenly couldn’t laugh.

Unsurprisingly, Ye Chuan was suddenly shot by a palm and fell into the poisonous mist. But at the moment of flying out, the big hand stretched out and grasped the wrist of the old man, and the two fell into the poisonous mist together. The old man suddenly looked up and saw the sneer of Ye Chuan's face. At this time, he only woke up to know the middle meter, but it was already late.

This kid is going to be the same, it’s really embarrassing!

The wind has to bear the old man's heart, and suddenly regretted it too much.

"what……"

The screams of screaming came from the poisonous mist, and the terrible poisonous fog tumbling up and down like a boiling boiling water.

The old man struggled with the wind, but he couldn’t get rid of Ye Chuan’s big hand. He watched the flesh and blood of his body turn into blood and reveal the bones of Sensen. Also fell into the poisonous mist, Ye Chuan is not damaged, as if the body is covered with a heavy invisible armor can resist the erosion of poisonous fog.

This is not the same, this is a trap!

Ye Chuan this kid is deliberate!

Look at Ye Chuan, who is not damaged in the poisonous mist. The old man knows that he is wrong again, and his mind is quickly occupied by the boundless fear.

"Do not……"

The wind does not want to die, the inhuman mourning in the throat, and the power that comes from it suddenly breaks away from the big hand of Ye Chuan and rushes to the magic dragon outside the poisonous fog.

It is a pity that this poisonous fog is so powerful that it erodes everything that has flesh and blood. At the moment when the toxic fog was about to rush out, the old man finally vented his breath and fell to the ground, just stretching one hand out. Strictly speaking, this is not a hand, but a paw, leaving only Bai Sensen's bones, and the ring on the right **** is still there, proving the identity of the body.

Every sect of disciple and the scholastics looked over and was creepy.

The fierce tumbling toxic mist gradually calmed down, quietly, Ye Chuan disappeared, it seems to have died in the poisonous fog, but when you think about it, people still can't help but be scared.

Only the monks are seven heavy, and they will kill the elders of the three real people. This kind of heart and timidity, who can do it?

Tuo Xiong looked at the poisonous fog on the roadside and his eyes were a bit complicated.

Ye Chuan was finally dead. He had a sulking out of his heart and he was relieved. But I think of the daughter Tuoba, who is infatuated with Ye Chuan, and Ye Chuan’s amazing talent, and could not help but sigh.

It is a pity that such a talented young man is a cloud sect, or a Zongmen disciple. If it is a Xuan Ding disciple, how good is that?

After a break, people set off again.

This time, Xuan Dingmen, led by Tuo Xiong, rushed to the front. Whenever there was any treasure, he often succeeded in getting ahead.

Without the wind to endure this old rival, the extension of the raccoon is much easier and more powerful. On the contrary, the situation of Wuyimen is not good, and the master of the real world has been lost. The disciples will soon be unable to gain the prestige, and they are often crushed by various forces. From time to time, some people fall to the ground and scream. Some died under the claws of the guardian dragon, and some died in the battle of various forces.

The adventurers' teams have changed a lot, but one thing hasn't changed. Whenever the dragon spar appears, it is often taken away.

Ye Chuan disappeared, and no more news died in the poisonous fog, but I don't know when it started. A strange person with a dragon head appeared behind the line. The speed is fast, the whereabouts are erratic, and even more terrible is that you can walk freely through the poisonous mist. He doesn't want other treasures, nor kills him. He just captures the dragon spar that appears along the way.

"Come on, the guardian of the cave world is coming again, the curse of death!"

"Yes, come again, there is one more, where?"

Several dragon masters screamed and looked terrified, remembering the so-called death curse. A few people's words, like the plague, quickly spread throughout the team, everyone talks about the color change. Later, I saw that the dragon was thrown out of the dragon's body and did not dare to fight for it. Instead, I stepped back a little further, so as not to be dragged into the poisonous fog by the terrible weirdo.

Tuoba’s face was gloomy, and he was faintly aware that the geek’s body was somewhat familiar. He quickly remembered Ye Chuan who disappeared in the poisonous mist and suspected that he was not dead. But after listening to a few masters of the dragon family, I couldn’t help but shake my heart.

The stone carvings on both sides of the magic dragon road, from time to time incarnate as a **** and fleshy dragon rushing out, every time it appears, it must cause a hurricane. Every time you move forward, people have to pay the price of blood and life, and the number of pedestrians is getting smaller and smaller.

After a long time, the group of people came to a small valley, and another golden door appeared in front of them.

At this time, the number of people has been reduced from hundreds of people to six or seventy people. The Xuan Dingmen disciple who is next to the Tuo Xiong Xiong, there are only seven people in the district. As for the Wuyimen disciples, they have already been wiped out.

"The front is the end of the world of the hole, this is the last door of the Dragon Road, go!"

"The inheritance of Dongtian World is mine!"

Looking at the heavy palaces that loomed in the fog, the adventurers were excited, forgetting the hardships and dangers along the way, scrambling to cross the third door.

Tuo Xiong slightly hesitated, and also led several young disciples to follow up, and the heavy tripod on his shoulders was still there, but I did not know when to start hundreds of cracks. There are a few fierce dragons in the future. I am afraid that it is too late to flatten the other side. This will be completely ruined and scrapped.

The poisonous mist on the left side of the Dragon Road suddenly violently swayed and rolled up, and walked out of the tall and one short figure.

The adventurers disappeared for a while, and Ye Chuan finally took the little dragon out of the poisonous mist and carefully looked at the pattern on the door frame. After a while, Ye Chuan shook his head and couldn't understand it. Xiaolonger looked at it with gusto and a pair of eyes. After entering the sinister magic dragon road, this little guy not only does not get tired, but is more spiritual, and his body is getting faster and faster. It seems that there is something in the body that is slowly waking up, and it is impossible to compare it with the realm of the wild world.