Chapter 803: Dragon Dance in the Sky

The dark clouds are scattered, and the blood moon hangs in the sky. The blood-red light enveloped the earth, enveloped the entire village, and it seemed that even the flowing air had turned blood-colored, and people were in it, as if in the blood-colored sea, and the horrible atmosphere around them was almost overwhelming. general.

Samurai Sword Liu's eyebrows were slightly close together, and she raised the true essence in her body to resist this terrifying aura. She had already entered the master and felt uncomfortable, not to mention the two women, Pinghe and Ziji, their faces were pale and purple. Ji is even more of an ordinary person.

"This...what's going on?"

"Zuoyi-sama, Koga Chio-sama, save me."

Zi Ji's face suddenly turned pale, and she was horrified to find that her skin began to fester inch by inch, and those festered skin turned into traces of blood mist and swayed into the air.

Izanami wars the gods forbidden technique, which produces a strong murderous aura in a certain range, which can destroy all living beings and living creatures.

It's just that Shijian and Heping Heyaozi both have real energy to resist, while Ziji is just an ordinary person, who was immediately affected.

"Don't you know the relationship between me and Mr. Yamamoto? If I fall, Mr. Yamamoto will be angry." Zi Ji exclaimed in horror.

"You are just a woman of Mr. Yamamoto. Do you think Mr. Yamamoto will be missing your vase?" Koga Chio appeared with a hint of sarcasm.

Zi Ji's face had turned pale and bloodless, she seemed to run wildly towards the entrance of the village, screaming in pain.

It's just that she ran like a paper person, shattered and dissipated in pieces of blood mist between the heavens and the earth, making people feel chilly.

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, because under the blood moon above the sky, a black phantom had appeared. The phantom was about ten feet high. He was wearing a large armor from the Sang Kingdom and Warring States period, and his broad hand held a handful. The samurai sword, like a **** descending from the sky.

The breath of this **** was much stronger than the breath of Miyamoto Musashi summoned by Noomiya Honjiro, and even vaguely made Zhuo Bufan feel a little pressure.

However, what Miyamoto Musashi remained in the black autumn water was just a martial arts will. If the real body appeared, it is estimated that a sword could split the God of War in the sky in half.

The tribesmen of Ono and Yamano family who stood among the peaks and looked at them also changed their faces at the same time, and they could clearly see the God of War floating in the sky from a distance.

"Is this the **** descending?"

"It must be a god, that demon is dead this time."

"God punish that demon, and help our Shanyejia get revenge."

The people standing on the mountain knelt down and muttered words toward the phantom. Only God Kusu frowned slightly and looked into the distance. He didn't believe in the existence of gods, and the strong gods were just human beings.

It’s just that Kusu God also felt the powerful aura emanating from that phantom. Could it be that Zhuo Bufan would really die in Snow Valley today?

The tree realm of Koga Chiao descended, manipulating the entire forest, and the **** of war Izanami summoned by Zuoyi, it can be said that it is already a shocking existence. If this is not killed, it is extraordinary, then Sang is really no one can surrender Him.

The trees in Koga village continue to grow wildly. Yanran here has become the appearance of a virgin forest. The thinnest branch is as thick as a bucket, like the tentacles of an octopus, waving and whipping, and the ground cracks. Dao's gully, vines whip towards Zhuo Bufan with a sharp wind.

Zhuo Bufan held the Ice Emperor Rain Sword in his hand, and the silver sword was overwhelmingly impenetrable, like cutting tofu, chopped all the waving branches into powder. You must know that the hardness of these branches is comparable to steel, and even armored vehicles may be smashed directly.

"Hua Lianhua sword formation."

The Ice Emperor Rain Sword in Zhuo Bufan’s hand dragged out, the silver lightsaber suspended in the air, slowly splitting, transforming into two, two into four, four into eight, and finally divided into 108 lightsabers, like a huge side. The fan is like a fan, and the silver light blooms ten feet long.

"go with."

"Swipe, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush..."

Flying swords turned into fashion and rushed into the forest. When they met the branches, they chopped them up, piercing through the huge trunks, as if artillery attacked indiscriminately. The silver awns danced like dragons in the forest, and the trees were like leeks. Generally all fall down.

"Since I can't find where you are, I will destroy the entire forest."

Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.

"Zuo Yi, what are you waiting for?" Koga Chio finally couldn't hold back, and shouted.

"Chio Koga, from then on, I Iga is the first, and you Koga is the second." Zuoyi's voice came, and the God of War in the sky suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were blood red, like two huge red lanterns.

The **** of war was holding a huge samurai sword in his hand, and suddenly slashed straight down from top to bottom. The action was not fancy. Even a child of six or seven years old can make the same action, but it is such a simple sword. Condensed with a powerful atmosphere of destruction.

"True Dragon Fist."

Zhuo Bufan's body is straight as a sword, his eyes are like electricity, shooting into the void, his white palms are slightly curved, and the vast true essence surges, as if there is a golden dragon roaming in his body.

"What is this?" In despair, Ping He's maiden suddenly saw the abnormal movement on Zhuo Bufan's body and couldn't help widening her beautiful eyes.

Thunder and lightning cried in the void, as if a huge grinding disc ran across the sky, making a loud noise, and waves of lightning suddenly appeared, like golden lightning with the thickness of an arm piercing the sky and falling on Zhuo Bufan's body.

One, two, three, four thunder and lightning, nine thunder and lightning hit him in the end, and even when the last thunder and lightning fell, Zhuo Bufan's body even trembled, and his knees were slightly bent.

Shi Jian squeezed the white and tender palm of his hand and looked at the son in distress. He could see that Zhuo Bufan was undergoing a painful state of suffering at this moment.

The last time I used True Dragon Fist Zhuo Bufan was in the early stage of foundation construction. At that time, the real dragon fist could not be used, but now in the middle of foundation construction, the real dragon fist used has a taste of the principles of the realm of cultivation. .

Naturally, the power of this fist has increased by dozens of times, and it is also accompanied by the pain of the body being struck by lightning.

But fortunately, Zhuo Bufan's golden skin has been refined to the fifth layer, barely able to withstand the power of thunder and lightning, and after experiencing endless pain in the cultivation world, he has tempered an extremely tough heart.

"True Dragon Fist, Dragon Dance Sky!" Zhuo Bufan yelled, and the air was trembling with this shock.

A vast and annihilated aura burst out, and as his fist hit the sky, a golden dragon about three feet long let out an earth-shaking dragon roar, and rushed directly towards the **** of war Izan in the sky. .

The eyes of Izanami were flushed with red light, and the samurai sword in his hand seemed to be about to cut the world and cut it down.