Chapter 122: The Man Who Ruled the Battlefield

The purple-eyed puppet leaped high, the mace roared down, and the dense blood thorns were hideous and terrifying.

An Bulang swayed in time, and the mace struck beside him, but the impact of the majestic and powerful force made the ground sink.

While the young man was moving, Xinghuo Jianhong drew a perfect trajectory, splitting the purple-eyed puppet above in half from the middle.

At this time, the blood droplet and the spiral stinger had already flanked his body one after the other.

The roulette-like sharp serrations of the blood droplets connected by iron chains were aimed at the lower part of his abdomen. And the sharp tip of the spiral poisonous thorn was aimed at his back door.

Both angles are very tricky.

If it were an ordinary Naling monk, the only choice in this situation would be Baoji or Baoju.

This is a real desperate situation. Although he will not die, the physical injury is enough to make the victim remember his whole life. Coupled with the strange smile of the puppet, it is really frightening.

"Twin stars!"

An Bulang's face remained unchanged, and he slashed at the blood drop in front with a sword, completely exposing the back door to the attack of the spiral stinger.

The purple-eyed puppet behind him giggled.

However, before it was complacent for a tenth of a second, it was shocked to find that a purple fire sword fell from the sky, like a mirror image attack of An Bulang's attack, it came from nowhere, but fell towards it... …

bang bang!

Two bursts of collision.

Both purple pupil puppets were repelled by An Bulang.

An Bulang chased after the victory, stomping on the ground, his body flew out like a sharp arrow, and slashed wildly at the purple-eyed puppet holding a blood droplet in front of him. The first move split the annoying blood droplet, and the second move smashed The purple pupil puppet was chopped into eight pieces!

At this moment, four more purple-eyed puppets attacked from different directions.

An Bulang's eyes were like light, his sword was like a star, and his ingenious and majestic sword moves resolved all the pincer attacks of the purple pupil puppet.

The sharp weapon collisions are like sparks flickering, and every time they collide, the puppet will be knocked back, making it impossible to confront An Bulang head-on.

"Hahaha... It's too slow, it's really too slow!"

An Bulang laughed while attacking.

"What can this pile of scrap metal do?"

A purple-eyed puppet bent like a snake, dodging An Bulang's sword, but his head was blown off by An Bulang's kick.

The green-eyed puppet would die when it met, and the purple-eyed puppet could barely pass two moves. If it didn't rely on the cooperation of its superior numbers, it would be tortured and killed every minute.

"Zizizi..." There were three puppets with purple pupils, their pupils flashed, and they suddenly fired a purple energy ray at An Bulang.

An Bulang Xinghuo sword swung across the sky, and all the purple energy rays were integrated into the blade. Not only did it not hurt him, but it also increased his sword power. With a backhand slash, one of the purple-eyed puppet Split in half!

His sword danced wildly, slashing towards the attacking puppet.

The puppets fell one by one, the green-eyed puppets like cannon fodder, and the purple-eyed puppets like moths to the flame, none of them survived. From an outsider's point of view, the fighting here is terrifyingly brutal.

Of course, the word miserable can only be used to describe puppets, the wreckage of puppets is all over the ground, severed hands and feet can be seen everywhere.

An Bulang is the Great Demon King who will not fall down!

"Just this? Just this? Just this?"

"A pile of scrap copper and rotten iron poured up, what can they do?"

An Bulang laughed, enjoying the battle extremely.

The puppets were so red-eyed that they kept rushing towards An Bulang.

Not only the dozens of puppets on the scene, but also the puppets in the entire Luoshan were mobilized, rushing towards An Bulang's battlefield continuously.

An Bulang is not afraid of any number of comers, and he also vaguely controls the number of puppets, which has been maintained at sixty. It is not impossible for him to destroy all puppets in one go, but this obviously does not conform to the concept of sustainable development.

As it is now, it is the most correct and safest way to keep attracting hatred and let the stars come to your door continuously.

That's right, this is his An Bulang's style of acting.

No waves.

can win!

The top of Luoshan Mountain.

All the instructors were stunned, and for the first time, they felt like their brains went blank.

Mo Tu, who was stroking his beard, even lost a few hairs with a shake of his hand.

"This...is this person really a student?"

Mo Tu looked at An Bulang who was killing among the puppets, and said in a trembling voice.

"The body is amazing, the swordsmanship is superb, and the battery life is incomprehensible. I can face the continuous attacks of dozens of puppets alone and remain undefeated for a long time. It can even be said to be more than enough. With this kind of strength, I have been an assessment instructor for so many years. I've seen..." Ding Qing gave An Bulang the highest evaluation!

"His number of star points has broken through the highest in history..." A mentor murmured when he saw the number close to 3,000 star points on the star card in An Bulang Sword.

"No way, he killed too many puppets."

"It's not the dark wood instructor yet, I don't know what is going crazy, and I have to target An Bulang."

The other mentor in black was stunned when he heard the words, and then suddenly said: "No! If it is said that An Bulang did it on purpose when he belittled the puppet before..."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent.

There were also the voices of some instructors gasping for air.

"If that's the case..."

"Then this boy is too scary!!"

At this time, An Bulang, who was killing puppets in Luoshan, didn't know that his image in the eyes of the teachers had become more and more monstrous, even approaching the level of a monster.

"Wow!"

Another puppet was cut in two by An Bulang.

Before he could catch his breath, more than a dozen puppets suddenly rushed in front of him, dazzled by the attacks.

An Bulang rushed to kill with his sword, the sound of collision and tearing could be heard endlessly.

"Too weak, too weak, really too weak!"

"A first-rate puppet has Tao, a second-rate puppet has a god, a third-rate puppet has a spirit, and these puppets are completely unreputable, unreputable puppets, hahaha..."

An Bulang laughed boldly while killing wildly.

Inside Luoshan, the golden-clothed mentor Anmu's body trembled, ten colorful fingers kept dancing, and his expression gradually changed from a calm smile to a ferocious one.

"Idiot puppet, Idiot puppet..."

"Hehehe, hehehe..."

The dark ring on the ring finger flashed with light.

A dark skeleton man in red clothes, more than one foot tall, suddenly floated behind Dark Wood, with two extremely sharp sickles hanging from his back.

hum...

Terrifying ripples stirred in the void.

"Idiot puppet, I really can't cure you..."

"Then, I'll use this third-rate puppet to meet you..."

Anmu waved lightly with one hand, and said: "Go, Black Death, let him experience what the real way of being a puppet is..."

...

boom! !

The earth trembled.

The purple flame sword energy pulled out a five-foot-long ravine on the ground.

The three green-eyed puppets were split in half at the same time.

"Didi..."

An Bulang's star point has broken through the three thousand mark!

He doesn't know if he can get the first place with so many star points, but he thinks that he should have the top three. If he gets more and work harder, he should be able to hit the first place!

With 10,000 star points, he should be able to take the first place.

Yes, to be on the safe side, he is striving towards the 10,000 star point.

But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality often fails to meet people's wishes. When he and the puppet were happily playing sweeping music, he suddenly noticed a different breath coming from him.

"Yo, Brother Lang, yes."

"These are all your handwriting?"

A gentle and pleasant voice suddenly came from not far away.

An Bulang saw a young girl, tapped the leaves with her toes, and landed on a small branch. Those snow-white and well-proportioned calves were crystal white under the golden skirt.

The person who came was none other than the person An Bulang wanted to defeat, Jin Yuexi!

Jin Yuexi stood pretty on a tree branch, looking at the stumped puppets all over the ground in front of her, and the puppets rushing to kill An Bulang one after another, her beautiful eyes showed surprise for the first time.

"God... what did you do?"

"Why are these puppets madly jumping at you?"

While killing the puppet, An Bulang said blankly, "Guess."

Jin Yuexi carefully looked at the state of the puppet, nodded her sharp chin, and said slowly: "Could it be that...you used some kind of trick to make enemies with the person who manipulated the puppet?"

An Bulang: "..."

I wanted to ask this woman to guess, but I didn't expect her to guess so accurately!

"Am I guessing right?" Jin Yuexi asked with a smile.

"No." An Bulang replied.

"Oh?" Jin Yuexi narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at An Bulang suspiciously, but found that An Bulang didn't even look at her, but concentrated on chopping the puppet, but the strength of chopping the puppet seemed to increase After a while, the puppets on the scene were not enough to chop.

"Why do you act like you're afraid that I'll come over to fight monsters with you?" The girl smiled slightly.

An Bulang still didn't speak, and was fighting frantically with the puppet.

With fewer and fewer puppets, An Bulang finally couldn't sit still, and shouted: "It's too naive to try to defeat me with this little bastard, hahaha..."

"Trash, it's all trash!"

Following An Bulang's yelling and cursing, the puppets on the battlefield seemed to be a little crazy again, and the puppets that kept coming around were even faster.

Jin Yuexi really understood!

Sure enough, just as she guessed, An Bulang was pulling the hatred of the puppet manipulator!

At this time, around the battlefield, talented students have come here one after another, attracted by the abnormality of the puppets or the movement of the battle.

They hid behind the woods and secretly looked at the center of the battle. When they saw a man who was fighting against a large group of puppets but was undefeated, they were all shocked and stood still.

What a powerful figure this is, what an incomparable fighting style!

The puppet that drove them around and gave them the deepest nightmare was as fragile as a toy in the shadow of the sword of the boy in white, and would break at the touch of a finger.

The puppets rushed towards the boy as if they were endless.

The young man's sword energy surged, and the spiritual energy seemed to be endless, pouring out crazily.

What kind of strength is this?

"That man..."

"Already dominate the battlefield!"

A sect tianjiao murmured.

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