The Alchemist God - Chapter 759

"boom."

A fierce pillar of fire rushed into the sky, and the demon king’s burning blow actually burned the rocks in the mountains into powder, while Zhuang Shaoyu was wrapped around the wall of divine power and survived. The blood in his mouth spurted out, and the sword in his hand had already been counted. It can only be used to smash the gods, and the heavy purple phoenix is ​​on the squat of the demon king.

"You are good at demon spirits, you must die."

The demon king's jaw has been beaten into two pieces by the Zijin fan, but the blood is still flowing, but it is still very roaring. The body is raging and raging, and a flame is formed in an instant.

"Be careful."

Si Kong Yao exclaimed, his palms opened, and the mysterious power of the condensed ice Xuan Zang was protected in front of Shangqian.

Lin Muyu raised his hand as a sword. Jianguang smashed the air and formed a wall, which protected Shi Tianming and Liu Buyi behind him.

Chen Hang looked at the momentum of Lin Muyu's shot, and he couldn't help but frown. This kid is not simple.

......

"We will help Zhuangzi quickly." Shangqian said with some concern.

Sikong Yao, a pair of Ming Ming, stared at the battle scene of Zhuang Shaoyu and the demon king, slowly shook his head and said: "No, Shaoyu brother has not yet demonstrated his true ability. This demon king must not be his opponent. Besides, for a holy weapon. Respect for self-confidence and dignity is more important than life. If we help him, it means insulting Shaoyu brother."

"But..." Shang Qian still wants to say something more. Chen Hang, on the side, has shown that she doesn't have to say more, just as Si Kong Yao said, the real strong people are almost distorted self-respect, especially this. A kind of incomparable fight situation, can not help him, otherwise it is a great insult.

"Hey..."

The purple gold fan constantly fights the claws of the demon king, and spurs out the golden power of the gods. Zhuang Shaoyu almost upgrades the power to the extreme, the purple gold fan "brushes" completely open, and Zhuang Shaoyu emerges a small ball in his body. It is actually the rule of the spirit beads.

Lin Muyu gave a slight glimpse, and Wan Wan did not think that Zhuang Shaoyu’s godhead was actually a fairy casting. This rule of spirits can at least increase his half of his skill. It seems that this demon king is going to die in the sacred martial arts. .

"Hey..."

The purple gold fan swayed a gust of wind, this time the power traits are completely different, and the driving force of the tactics on the wind system is also greatly improved, and the destructive power contained in the wind is very different from the previous one.

"finally come."

Si Kong Yao smiled and said: "The wind **** of the banker is absolutely four-style, the first style, the wind is raging."

In the laughter of Sikong Yao, the demon king screamed, and after the body was baptized by the wind, the scales flew up, and the blood rushed, and it immediately fell into the wind.

Zhuang Shaoyu’s eyes are stunned, and the blood marks on his lips are still there. The purple gold fan flips again. The figure is like a fallen leaf in the wind. It flies with the wind but fits the natural law. When the purple gold fan is again fanned, the wind power seems to be compressed. Condensed into a blue mad dragon image, straight to the demon king.

"The second **** of Fengshen, the wind and the dragon." Si Kong Yao's scorpion jumped with excitement. Obviously, Si Kong Yao's talents are different, and he is far better than his peers in martial arts, so that when he sees Zhuang Shaoyu's Fengshen I can't help but be excited. I am afraid that if it wasn't for Fengshen, it would be impossible to pass the school. Si Kong Yao had already learned.

Lin Muyu was silent. If he used the Seven Stars to change his mind, I am afraid that Sikong Yao’s temper will definitely entangle himself.

During the engulfment of the typhoon, the dragon slammed into a **** fog, which showed the extent to which the destructive power of the typhoon dragon was strong. The body of the demon king was very strong. Even the Star Sword can't open.

As soon as I thought of the Star Sword, Lin Muyu couldn't help but feel a little silent. I don't know where the Chi Jinglong sent the Star Sword. The sword soul of the sword is old, but the Chijing Dragon has grown up and sensible. Have your own reasons.

"Hey..."

The demon king is already one-armed, but still roaring in the sky, the flame is inflated, as if he would burst his body at any time.

At this moment, Zhuang Shaoyu's handsome face is more calm, and under the illumination of the fire, the full confidence in the eyes, the purple gold fan gently rises, and a storm flies.

"It’s the third type, tearing the sky..."

Si Kong Yao opened his mouth and looked at a storm in the valley. This is the power that people in the world should have. I am afraid that Zhuang Shaoyu will be able to destroy the entire mountain with a blow.

The demon king was in the fire and was struck by the wind blade.

"what."

Zhuang Shaoyu didn't think that the demon king had the power to counterattack. The sharp corner of the demon king was straight against his chest, and he had to wear it through his eyes.

"Still."

Zhuang Shaoyu slanted up and the purple gold fan roared down. The slammed sound interrupted the sharp corner, but it was still pierced into the chest by the half-pointed corner of the demon king. A crack of the bones rang and the ribs were broken. A few, bleak and irritating ability to break the void, directly jumped to dozens of meters, Zijin fan raised, the fourth type, the second chaos.

As soon as I saw the purple dimension wind blade, Lin Muyu felt incomprehensible and familiar. Right, the wind is still the same as the wind blade. It is no wonder that Zhuang Shaoyu’s understanding of the wind system has reached the level of the wind. It will be hailed as the first person in the young generation of the Scorpio empire, and its strength is beyond doubt.

"Hey..."

The power of the demon king has already opened up the last life force, and it can withstand the impact of the dimension wind blade. In a moment, the limb is disintegrated into a pile of minced meat, only the demon king. The level of the demon stone is dazzling in the minced meat.

"Little brother, nothing."

Si Kong Yao jumped up and held Zhuang Shaoyu's back with one hand, so that he would not fall into the mud in a bleak manner. When she saw Zhuang Shaoyu's face, she couldn't help but be shocked. At this time, Zhuang Shaoyu's face A pale, sweaty bean continually drooling, in order to fight this demon king, he has spared all his strength, and even began to overdraw the power of life.

"Ayao, I am fine, take the demon stone..."

Zhuang Shaoyu closed his eyes and painfully screamed. The only thing that did not forget was the demon spirit stone. It seems that he looked very heavy on the results of the game. It is true that Sikong Yao’s temper is too wild, and the average man can’t restrain himself. Zhuang Shaoyu So many years of companionship have not been able to win the hearts of Si Kong Yao, so ... ah, win the game, get the favor of Shang Qian, and the combination of the Zhu, and the combination of the dealer and the business, the small half of the Emperor Tianzhu City is in the world The two are in control.

"I still remember the demon stone."

Sikong Yao picked up his mouth and lifted his hand to take the demon spirit stone. He stuffed it into Zhuang Shaoyu's bag and said, "Now satisfied, you can heal the wound..."

"Ok……"

Zhuang Shaoyu's voice was weak, and he suddenly passed out in the blink of an eye.

"Little brother, Shaoyu brother."

Sikong Yao anxious, turned and looked at Lin Muyu, said: "He is dead... Hey, he is dead."

Lin Muyu’s heart is one million grass horses running wildly, a black line: “No death, there is breath, take him to rest quickly, he needs rest now, Zhuang Shaoyu’s cultivation is so strong, the body is able to heal itself. Very strong, just wake up when you rest..."

"Oh."

Si Kongyao tempted a breath and said: "Liu Buyi, Shi Tianming, trouble you to help, and let Zhuang Gongzi go to the tent."

Shi Tianming is stunned, but Sikong Yao’s words can’t be ignored. After all, he’s been working with others. Now the three masters have already hurt two, and they can’t sit back and ignore them. So Liu Yiyi’s left and right Supporting Zhuang Shaoyu to rest.

......

Outside the tent, the sky is gradually getting brighter, and another dawn is coming.

Lin Muyu shook the branches, so that the bonfire would not go out, embrace the ice sword, and the handsome body could not tell the loneliness under the illumination of the fire.

"Young man."

Behind him, a sweet voice sounded, Shang Qian, she sat on the opposite side of Lin Muyu with her knees and said: "You still don't sleep."

"I can't sleep, Miss Shang Qian doesn't sleep." He still fiddled with firewood.

"I can't sleep either."

Shangqian Xiumei whispered: "We have a group of eight people, and you have the highest level of Shaoxia and Zhuang Shaoyu, and the Northern King's Day. Now Zhuanggongzi and Xiaowangye have been seriously injured. I am afraid that I will not be able to continue on my way in three or two days. Now, we need to stay here for a few more days, and the next few days of alert will probably depend on you."

"Well, I know." Lin Muyu's language is very faint. Shang Qian is a woman with deep thoughts. In a few words, Chen Hang is the strongest of the sacred kings. In fact, the strongest in this pedestrian. Chen Hangcai, who should be silent, is right. As for Zhuang Shaoyu, the strength is enough, but the ability to fight is not inferior.

"Young man, can I ask you a question?" Shang Qian asked.

"Well, Miss, please." The fire of the jumping light shines on his face, with a clear outline and perseverance.

"What was the martial arts that you used to kill the demon lord before."

Shang Qian paused and said: "I can feel the destructive power of hegemony and destruction. Even Zhuang Shaoyu's Fengshen is inferior to it. Although Shang Qian is a low-level martial art, every family on the celestial continent. I know some of the martial arts of the school. The martial arts of Shaoxia is different from the mystery of Tianzhuzong. It is also different from the tyranny of Lei Yanzong. It is different from the feminine genius of the heavenly genius. The little woman takes the liberty to ask, Hemen."

Lin Muyu was silent for a few seconds, looking at the flame of jumping, and said: "I followed Master and only cultivated my mind. As for the specific martial arts, I created it. There is no door, no one, no need to continue to ask."

"Oh."

Shang Qian touched a nose, but he really didn't continue to ask.

At this time, Shi Tianming was so diligent that he appeared in the figure, saying: "It will be dawn soon. I don't know what Miss Shang Qian wants to drink. The wild vegetables and wild fruits in this deep mountain are quite a lot. As long as the lady said that she wants to eat, she will find it in the next place."

Shang Qian looked down: "You can do whatever you want."

Said, Shang Qian turned and went to the direction of the tent.

Shi Tianming looked blank: "Young man, I did something wrong, why Miss Shang Qian always cares about me."

"I do not know either……"

Lin Muyu smiled slightly: "Maybe Shi Gongzi should learn to give up, and some things can't be forced."

"No, I must get her."

Shi Tianming is proud, and full of confidence does not know where it came from.