Gamers Are Fierce

　　 "A monk is still a fool, but a demon will be a disaster for a ghost?"

　　 The crown frowned, lowered his head to chew the half of the poem, and suddenly raised his head, straightened his back, and his robe was windless and automatic. The beard, hair, and mustache that were originally well-groomed, twisted like having life.

　　 In his scrawny body, a majestic and dark and black demon spirit escaped.

　　 The demonic air is like a veil, covering the entire Daxiong Palace, seemingly vague but extremely textured, making people feel breathing hard, almost fainting.

　　Mandrill has many important identities, monk, Tao, human, and demon.

When 　　 played a monk, he was the abbot of the benevolent Guhan Temple.

When 　　 played a Taoist priest, he used the law of longevity to bewitch the alchemist of the Zhumen power.

　　 When playing a mortal, he is the crown of a wealthy Nanzhili businessman who is kind and generous.

　　Only the last demon, the mandrill does not need to be played, he is a demon, he is a vicious demon who eats blood and eats beasts.

　　 "Hahahahahahaha."

　　 The crown waved the sleeves of the Taoist robe, and laughed wildly, "You said, I am a demon?"

　　 He took a volleyed step lightly, and the stone floor of the Daxiong Hall below suddenly collapsed, sinking a giant footprint.

　　 "You said, I am a demon?"

He took another step, and the little demon on both sides of the Daxiong Hall, who had not been cultivated, were directly bent on their backs with one foot in the air. They crouched on the pedestal of the Buddha statue one by one, their faces were shocked, their bodies trembled wildly, and the blood was like Don't want money gushing out from Qiqiao.

　　 "You said, I am a disaster?"

　　 He took the third step, his pale beard and windless, swept across his thin palms and threw out a dark, black-eyed wind.

　　 The gang wind was initially curved like a crooked moon and narrow as a willow leaf. As the distance progressed, it gradually dissipated and deformed, and finally condensed into a row of stubborn and terrifying skeleton soldiers.

"kill!"

　　 Skeleton soldiers composed of demon winds, with a few cannibalistic blue and menacing demon flames rising all over their bodies, they roared and savagely charged towards the task team.

　　 The little demon little demon who couldn’t avoid it along the way was only slightly swept over by the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks in the hands of the skeleton soldiers, and their bodies began to rot quickly.

　　 Just a few breaths, it eroded in place into a puddle of yellow and green pus, and even the bewildered cry for help was still stuck in the throat, too late to shout.

　　 The demon and the evil spirits retreat, the ghosts retreat, and the guests who still have enough energy to move under the pressure, like the ebb tide, withdraw from the Daxiong Palace.

　　 There are no demons. If you want to participate in this struggle, you don’t dare, don’t want, or can’t.

　　 They are most afraid of the reckoning that the Mandrill may come after the struggle is over, thinking about launching a few long-range attacks in the space outside the temple to help them.

　　 yelled a few times in the chaotic scene of "the crown of the Taoist chief is mighty". It is absolutely impossible to take the risk in person and set foot in the hall-the people who come to the banquet are all little monsters who think they are faceless and good at protecting themselves.

　　 After all, those demons who were not bright enough in their brains and relied on their demon power to act as evil these years have long been eradicated by the monks of Taoism and Buddhism or the government.

It’s just that even if they retreat to the courtyard, the group of monsters can still feel the majestic demon power of the crown in the Daxiong Hall. While frightened, they are also deeply puzzled. They can’t help thinking whether the Hundred Demon Pill is so effective that it can make the Mandrill in just a short time. Within a year, the repair base increased to this level.

　　 Inside the hall, facing the sudden attack of the skeleton soldiers, Wanli sealed the knife with a cold snort, and pulled out the three-foot autumn water named "Zhanlong" from his waist.

　　噌——

From a distance, the sword is like a moonlight shining down between the clouds, the cold air is pressing, and the light is shining, glowing like electricity, and against the backdrop of the sword light, the sword has been overloaded for at least ten years. The old face seemed quiet and stalwart.

　　 Three feet of water in the box of the senior, once entered Wutan and cut the dragon.

　　 Wanli Fengdao meditated on the unknown past in his heart, drew his sword and rushed into the skeleton battle.

　　 twist, split, stab, spin, chop, cut,

　　 The sword light is vertical and horizontal, bright like a star, he waded across the sword, spear, halberd, axe, hook and fork, broke out in the sound of gold and iron, and silently inserted the sword back into the hilt.

　　 Behind him, the skeleton soldier who was still holding the weapon stiffened in place for a while before he realized it collapsed.

　　 "Swordplay?"

　　 The crown gave a sneer, and raised his arms in the air, standing upright on one foot like a golden rooster, and stepped on it leisurely.

　　 In the main hall, the ink-colored demon gas, like a veil, rolled, stirred, and condensed, like a black cloud covering the sky and the sun, pressing on everyone together.

　　 The Wanli Sealing Knife changed in color, and his hand was pressed on the scabbard.

　　 Everyone's scalp can't stop tingling, and the roots of cold hair stand up all over the body. The air seems to be solidified and heavy. Breathing is a very simple action in daily life. At this moment, you need to do your best to agitate the chest to complete.

　　 "Scatter!"

　　 Xing Heshou roared, his whole body flashed with golden light, and an ancient iron armor appeared on his burly body.

The armor is composed of more than 1,500 pieces of fish scale armor and more than 600 pieces of long armor. There are metal round guards polished to be extremely smooth like mirrors on the front and back of the chest, helmets, neck guards, ear guards, and tiger heads. Shoulder armor, dragon head drape, knee skirt, and leg suspenders are all available.

　　 [Name: Mingguang armor]

　　【Type: Armor】

　　 [Quality: Rare]

　　[Defense: Medium]

　　 [Special Effect 1: Unyielding (passively increase the wearer’s physical fitness limit by 20%)]

　　 [Special Effect 2: Toughness (passively enhance the wearer’s toughness, reduce the duration and intensity of the wearer’s dizziness, deceleration, fear and other effects)]

　　 [Note: See the light of the sun, the world is bright. 】

　　 Xing Heshou, wearing a golden iron armor, bends his knees abruptly. The wolf's head knee armor collided with the iron knee skirt, hoarse and sharpened, and the hard ground under his feet was crushed by gravity and shattered like a spider web.

　　 In the next instant, he leaped high, like iron fists like cannonballs, and blasted towards the monster cloud.

　　 Black clouds are pressing down on the city and want to destroy the city, and the light of the sun opens to the golden scales!

　　 For a long time, the mission team has been preparing for this day. Almost the moment Xing He "dispersed" with sorrow, the others dispersed in a tacit understanding.

The Wanli Fengdao, who is best at light work, moved back and forth between the left and right beams of the hall. With the gap of Xing Heshou's attention to the crown, he suddenly increased his speed. A few rabbits flew down, passing the cauldron in front of the Daxiong Palace, and grabbed them. The waist of the woman named "Matchmaker" fell gently to the ground.

　　 "Wait and don't move."

　　 Wanli Fengdao said quickly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com hurriedly turned his head and saw Xing Heshou, who was wearing a gold armor, had rushed into the black cloud, and his fists wrapped under the iron guard blasted against the mandrill’s feet.

　　铮————

　　 The sound of gold and iron interlacing resounded through the Daxiong Hall, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye shook the black clouds and spread out.

　　 The crown floating in the sky leaned back, staggering a few steps before regaining balance.

　　 While Xing Heshou crashed to the ground, under the protection of the iron sheet, the palm of his hand was torn, dripping with blood, and his clenched fists trembled.

　　 His throat was sweet, he swallowed the blood in his mouth sternly, stood up reluctantly, looked at the crown silently, and clarified that the fighting spirit in his eyes was raging, like a flame.

"Humph."

　　 The crown snorted coldly, and a roll of robes put his hands behind him. As the clothes vigorously vibrated, the demon energy recondensed into a dark cloud layer around him.

　　 "The fire uses the wind, and the wind helps the fire."

　　 The Taoist had no emotion in his eyes, and he looked down at the ants indifferently, and said calmly.

　　 The black cloud of demon energy behind him is like a pool of oil being thrown into a match, first a spark flickers, and then a fiery prairie fire!

　　 The whole black cloud was burning, the flame was not orange and warm, but blue, cold, and without a trace of temperature.

The faint blue fire burns the clouds, twists and rises, like a tarsal maggot, it sings the golden roof of the Daxiong Palace, wherever it goes, everything melts, and in an instant, the bricks and tiles dissolve, the beams fall, the walls collapse, and the smoke is filled with dust. The Daxiong Hall, which burned half of the roof, was so exposed in the moonlight.

　　 "A fierce demon flame splashes fire."

　　 Li Ang was slightly speechless, his face solemn. This demon fire will hurt if it is touched, and it will die if it is touched. This is far more terrifying than a white phosphorous bomb. He didn't want to test whether a mortal body could hold the demon flame and burn.