Chapter 735 Fighting against the world of mortals eighty-one.
Chapter 735, A fierce battle in the mortal world (81).
With the sound of four metal collisions of "ding ding ding ding", Tu Xing Qingyun had already stood firmly at his original position.
The time between departure and arrival was only one second, as if he had never left!
"Good boy! This is a sneak attack! It's really shameless, but this clone of yours is too damn cowardly. What's the point of running away after being hit? Hahahaha."
Wutian was fooled by Tu Xing Qingyun's speed. He didn't realize that Tu Xing Qingyun had played a little trick on him without even realizing it!
"Hahahaha! Your clone's survival time is too short. Grandpa ran away before he even started. So, how can grandpa continue to fight?"
Wutian couldn't help but burst out laughing again.
In the world of mortals, there are many people who are incapable of transforming themselves. I don’t believe that this kid, a nine-rate fairy, can still transform himself?
There must be something wrong here.
Wutian's four clones and eight pairs of eyes stared at Tu Xing Qingyun, secretly trying to figure it out.
This guy didn't know my methods just now. He can't use the previous method this time. It's better to concentrate on hitting one, and kill every one he can.
With Tu Xing Qingyun thinking like this, he sent the specific location of Wu Tian's clone to Shui Mo and Hei Long.
"You fight the one at the back. Uncle Black Dragon fights on the left. Mo Xuan, fight on the right. I'll fight his true form."
Shui Mo rode a unicorn, and after giving orders, he was swept into the dense forest by a gust of wind.
Earth Xing Qingyun stepped on the flying saucer, and Tiger and Tiger rushed to kill the last clone.
By the way, how could the young ink-and-wash master know that the one at the back is the weakest?
He probably gave this to you on purpose.
...A few seconds before fighting Wutian's clone again, a layer of doubt quietly passed through Tu Xing Qingyun's mind, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Slow down! Slow down."
Wutian saw that one person and one animal in Shui Mo had already rushed towards him in the lightning and flint. He hurriedly pulled out his mourning stick from his back and concentrated on parrying.
The mourning stick versus the five-star cascading stick, the demon versus the fairy, in the blink of an eye ten moves have gone through.
The ink painting was in full swing, and one man and one beast blocked Wutian under the big tree. You came and went to fight with sticks, only to kill sand and rocks in the jungle, and a strong wind began to blow.
Black Dragon and Mo Xuan took this opportunity to defeat Wutian's clones one after another. The ebony piece of wood, the white cloud fan, and the mourning stick all showed their magical powers, killing the giant trees in the jungle and causing all the beasts to run wildly.
Fleeed far away.
As soon as Tu Xing Qingyun and Wu Tian's avatar joined hands, he felt an overwhelming pressure coming towards him. He managed to hold on and used the Earth Dragon Javelin to make an airtight move, one move at a time.
Zhaodi abruptly took over the first wave of strong attacks from Wutian's mourning stick.
Sure enough, it was this old boy who was unprepared!
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Tu Xing Qingyun's arm was sore, and every time he struck, the weapon in his hand was almost knocked away by Wu Tian, and he almost lost his grip.
Until the last impact, Tu Xing Qingyun could not see Wu Tian's face clearly.
He didn't even know anything about the weapons used by others, it just felt like a big wooden stick!
"No, this old boy only used five points of force. If he continues to fight, he will die! Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best."
Tu Xing Qingyun muttered secretly, and the heartbeat signal was instantly transmitted to the flying saucer at his feet.
Whoosh——
The earthy blue clouds had already flown hundreds of meters away.
"Ha ha ha ha!……"
Wutian's clone couldn't help but raised the mourning stick in his hand high above his head, and kept beating the big tree trunk next to him.
On the ink side, Wutian Yuanshen and the ink stick are facing each other.
As soon as they made contact, they both stumbled back dozens of steps.
They looked at each other, no one dared to take action easily.
"No! We have to find a way to deal with him as soon as possible. This kid's strength will not be inferior to mine."
Wutian's eyes rolled around, and inside the child's body, the cunning core was secretly making calculations.
Black Dragon and one of Wutian's clones were fighting fiercely at the moment. No one could care about other things and just kept charging and fighting.
Moxian and Wutian were old acquaintances, and they were very familiar with each other's methods. They shook off a lot of leaves while going back and forth, but they couldn't hurt a single hair of each other.
Because it was entangled in the ink, Wutian's clone lost its control, like a deaf-mute, except for moving his hands and feet, he never spoke again.
Mo Xuan knew: if he wanted to make Wu Tian useless, he could only attack with all his strength...keep attacking.
So he didn't say much, just attacked and evaded desperately, and didn't care about anything else.
Heilong also saw Wutian's flaw. In order to buy time for Shui Mo, he also unceremoniously changed the dragon head crutch from one to two, two to four, four to eight... and buried Wutian's first clone in his body.
Gone in the shadow of the battle.
Wutian had relied on himself to adapt to the severely dehydrated environment of Jinling City, and he wanted to fight with these dragon descendants until they were exhausted.
But what he never expected was that except for the sneaky Tu Xing Qingyun, the other three were not affected by the drought at all. After more than a thousand rounds of decisive battle, they did not shed a drop of sweat!
"No, if you continue like this, you will fall into trouble."
Wutian realized the danger and immediately took the idle clone back to his original body.
This is his plan to deal with the ink and wash with all his strength, so that he can catch a chance and try to escape.
It was the first time Heilong fought so happily with Wutian, and he started yelling as soon as he hit the ground.
"Happy! So happy..."
"Boy, your five-star black iron stick has some weight! It's not bad, it's a good opponent."
Wutian's eyes rolled around, and he sincerely complimented Shui Mo and said.
"Your mourning stick, which is either white or black, is not bad at all. I guess it weighs over a hundred thousand kilograms, right?"
Shui Mo looked at Wu Tian coldly and smiled.
A stream of green smoke flew past the front, and all entered Wutian's nine orifices, limbs, and bones.
Shui Mo looked at it coldly and saw that Wutian Yuanshen shivered slightly, and immediately his whole body became black and purple and swollen.
Shui Mo knew that Tu Xing Qingyun had been defeated.
"Boy, if you give me one more round, I don't believe I can't beat you to death."
Wutian Yuanshen suddenly rose to a height of more than ten meters, holding the mourning stick in his hand and rushed towards Shui Mo.
"Little master, this guy has acquired a clone. The power of the demonic cold poison is twice as strong as before, and we have to increase our attack power."
Suan Ni opened his eyes wide at Wu Tian Ni, roared like the earth was shattering, and said to his master.
"Xiao Suanni, what you said is absolutely right. Be careful!"
Wutian poured all the demonic thoughts and cold poison power of his soul and body into the mourning stick in his hand, and he saw that the ink-and-ink Tianling Gai was the stick.
"ah……!"
As soon as Suanni and Wutian finished speaking, a blood-curdling scream broke out between the three of them.
Wutian poured all the demonic thoughts and cold poison power of his soul and body into the mourning stick in his hand, and he saw that the ink-and-ink Tianling Gai was the stick.
"ah……!"
As soon as Suanni and Wutian finished speaking, a blood-curdling scream broke out between the three of them.