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Chapter 970 Stewed Goose(1/2)

"Where to go."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly and shot up into the sky.

The white crane spreads its wings, and pieces of illusory feathers evolve, chopping down from the sky like a violent storm. The Tianwu-level attack is still very domineering, and every feather is like a sharp steel knife.

Zhao Yun used his soul to control the sword and flew it at his side to defend.

And he used the Immortal Killing Technique to soar into the sky and pierce the clouds.

The white crane was bleeding, and a bloody gully was cut on its left wing. It could not fly very steadily, and it staggered in mid-air. The bloody gully on its wings healed quickly, and its recovery power was extremely strong.

Being hurt like this made it angry.

Then I saw its body trembling violently, flapping its wings, and a sea of ​​blood-colored fire rolled down. It was not a real flame, but a form of secret magic, like a cloud of fire covering the sky. Zhao Yun rushed too fast.

, the car didn't even stop, it crashed, and was instantly engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

"Good for you."

Zhao Yun groaned, and his energy and blood were wiped out in pieces.

This is a very extraordinary mount, with a Tianwu level attached to it. As expected, it is not just for showing off. If nothing else, it is said that this sea of ​​​​fire that is not a real flame carries a kind of power of destruction innately.

Gua!

Seeing that Zhao Yun was trapped, Bai He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blood.

The blood glow turned into a sword glow, which was extremely lethal, and the air was filled with flames.

"Come here!"

Zhao Yun scolded him coldly and moved the sky and the earth.

The two exchanged positions on the spot, and Bai He fell into the sea of ​​fire, covered in black smoke. Before he could stand still, he was hit by the bloody light that he spat out a moment ago, and was almost killed by a single blow.

Use his spear to attack his shield.

Zhao Yun's method of moving heaven and earth is definitely a good way to deceive people.

Gua!

Bai He's scream was full of violence, and he jumped out of the sea of ​​fire.

The moment before, Zhao Yun had already bent his bow and set an arrow; but at this moment, the thunderous arrow had already struck.

puff!

This bloody light was particularly dazzling.

The white crane that had just jumped out of the sea of ​​fire was pierced by an arrow.

It's not over yet.

After the Thunder Arrow, there is the Sword Flying Immortal.

The swords filled the sky with clanging sounds, and the bones of the white cranes flew across the sky. So what if the Tianwu-level flying mounts were against him. Against the Holy Son of Tianzong, he was far from an opponent. After three or five moves, he was beaten like a bird.

Once again, Zhao Yun underestimated the bird.

Maybe he was forced to panic, Bai He actually used the forbidden method, and there was a shadow on his body. The human-shaped shadow was extremely huge and looked like an old man. The one born was called Xianfeng Daogu, Tianwu level.

The aura spread across all directions, causing even the vast sky to tremble under the pressure.

"Master Shangyang?"

Zhao Yun saw it and narrowed his eyes for a moment.

After a closer look, it seems that he is really Shangyang Zhenren, but he is not the real deity. He is just a phantom, engraved on Baihe's body in the form of a brand. It can be summoned to fight when necessary. It is a one-time secret method.

"With

He also wants to block me?"

Zhao Yun shouted loudly and smashed the shadow of Shangyang with one palm.

The white crane and the white crane were also knocked down into the void, with a look of shock in their eyes. This quasi-heaven realm was too powerful. It was invincible to this Tianwu mount, and even the shadow of its master was useless.

Just kidding, that's the Holy Son of Tianzong.

Not to mention a phantom, even if Shangyang himself came in person, Zhao Yun would still be able to hit him.

"it's over."

Zhao Yun executed a killing technique from the sky.

Bai He, who was still struggling, was pierced between the eyebrows with a sword.

A complete kill.

Seeing Bai He's expression before his death, he felt depressed and melancholy.

Master Shangyang's mount! It was at the Tianwu level. It was more noble than the ancestors of the same line. It was always aloof. Looking at whoever dared to provoke him in the southern region, he was actually buried in the hands of a quasi-tian.

Zhao Yun, with quick eyes and quick hands, collected the white crane and headed straight for the other side.

The battle on Miaoyu's side has not yet ended. Although the old man in black is blind, he has a good background and is not stupid. He does not dare to confront Miaoyu head-on. He only wants to escape at an extremely fast speed.

"The real person will not let you go."

This guy was very restless and even screamed when he ran away.

Mr. Zhao usually attacks this guy with unusual ferocity. He chases him up in three or two steps and removes one of his arms with his sword. Then he hits the old man in black robe with a palm and his bloody body explodes.

"You have a good trip too."

Zhao Yun said calmly, with another big Luo Tianshou.

The old man in black robe couldn't hold himself up, and was beaten into a puddle of flesh and blood by a palm. He died in a very depressed manner. He came all the way to help deliver the betrothal gift, but he was surrounded and killed halfway. He was not mentally prepared.

Zhao Yun hastily cleaned up the battlefield, turned around and left.

After a long time, I saw someone passing by this world. I saw that the sea water was dyed with a lot of blood, and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows. Was there a big war not long ago? Was it another murder and robbery? This guess is reliable, the dead sea is like a

The barren mountains and ridges are a good place for killing people and selling goods.

When Zhao Yun returned to the island, night had fallen.

Seeing him coming back, the strong men of Qianqiu City on the island stood up collectively.

"Set the pot and stew the meat."

Mr. Zhao's voice was so domineering that it leaked out.

The strong men's eyes looked strange when they heard this. Are they setting up a pot to stew meat?

When Zhao Yun moved out of Baihe, the friends were so shocked that they could not stand still.

"This is the Tianwu-level White Crane?"

"I'm counting on it, Master Shangyang's mount."

"This should be Lin Rong, Shangyang's grandson."

All the powerful men gathered around and were chattering. It could not be said that he was the Holy Son of Tianzong. He made a big move and tied up the most beloved grandson of Master Shangyang.

The mount was also brought along.

Set the pot.

stew.

The old guys were very energetic and rolled up their sleeves.

Everyone present, apart from Cang Qiong, no one had ever eaten a Tianwu-level mount. Zhao Yun was kind-hearted enough to bring them such a game, which was a great source of nourishment.

The mountain forest suddenly became lively.

There is a clear division of labor among the people. Those who make fires, those who set up pots, and others who sharpen knives. The atmosphere is so harmonious. The main reason is that I am in a good mood. Shangyang's mount makes me feel happy just thinking about it.

"You guys haven't been idle these days!"

Zhao Yun carried the wine bottle and walked around the woods.

There are crooked neck trees everywhere, and there is no shortage of them on this island. There are many figures hanging there, some he has seen, some he has not seen, but they all have one thing in common, they are all his enemies, and they are all

After being tied up, he should have been beaten. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there were footprints all over his body.

Well, these are meat tickets.

He was very conscious and hung up Lin Rong as well.

By the way, a collector's edition smelly sock was stuffed into Lin Rong's mouth.

"What happened to the Eight-Bud Pagoda?" Cang Qiong asked.

"There is one from the Blood Clothes Sect, and I have stolen it." Zhao Yun took a deep breath, "The Corpse Clan does not have one."

"this."

"It doesn't matter, the last one has a clue."

"That's good."

Before long, the aroma of meat filled the mountains and forests.
To be continued...
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