As the strongest one among the three thousand demon gods in Guixu, Luo Hu still has some abilities.
Even though he was bitten by a vicious dog unprepared, at this moment, he barely reacted.
Seeing the warrior Yang Jing slashing at him, he staggered and dodged.
In a hurry, although he looked very embarrassed, Luo Hu still narrowly avoided the sword of the warrior Yang Jing.
After avoiding this knife, Luo Hu was very proud.
“You are so skilled, but you still dare to do the same thing?”
“You want to hit me just by yourself?” Luo Hu said proudly.
It seemed that he had forgotten the scene where he had just been bitten on the butt by a vicious dog.
The slap in the face came too fast, like a tornado.
One second, Luo Hu was so arrogant, the next second, Luo Hu was so embarrassed.
"Ouch!"
With a scream, he fell to the ground, causing a dog to chew on his shit.
Luo Hu only remembered to deal with the attack of the warrior Yang Jing from the front, but forgot that there was a Taoist priest Yang Jing behind him.
Taoist priest Yang Jing's fly whisk grew long in the wind, turning into a giant green dragon and sweeping towards Luo Hu's legs.
After the whisk wrapped around Luo Hu's legs, Taoist priest Yang Jing pulled hard.
Caught off guard, Luo Hu had no time to react and fell to the ground.
After falling to the ground, Luo Hu realized that something was wrong. He struggled desperately to free his legs from the dust.
However, it was not that easy for Luo Hu to free his legs.
His legs were tightly entangled with the fly whisk like a dragon, and it was impossible to break free in a short period of time.
The most important thing is that the warrior Yang Jing is watching eagerly next to him. It is absolutely impossible to give Luo Hu a chance to break free from the fly whisk.
"锃!"
"锃! 锃!"
The three-pointed two-edged sword kept slashing out, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air in Luohu rang in his ears.
At this time, Luo Hu could only parry, but had no power to fight back.
Luo Hu kept using moves like lazy donkey rolling, rolling on the ground to avoid the attack of the warrior Yang Jing.
“Hey! I haven’t looked at it yet!”
“Hey! I haven’t looked at it again!”
“Hey! I haven’t looked at it yet.”
“Oops, I saw it!”
“Oops, it was chopped again!”
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People make mistakes and horses make mistakes.
Even Rahu couldn't achieve 100% dodge when blindly dodging.
Luo Hu had a high chance of dodging at first. However, as warrior Yang Jing's sword struck Luo Hu's body, his soul began to be injured.
When the soul was injured, LuoThe chance of evading begins to decrease.
As one goes and the other goes, Luo Hu’s chance of dodge decreases, and the number of times the warrior Yang Jing slashes at him increases.
Gradually, due to the serious damage to his soul, Luo Hu was unable to withstand the attack of the warrior Yang Jing.
At this moment, Luo Hu felt extremely regretful.
It can be said that my intestines are full of regret.
Luo Hu originally wanted to pick a soft persimmon to squeeze. Who would have thought that this persimmon is not soft either?
Now it seems that if Yang Jing is offended, he will be kicked on the iron plate.
As luck would have it, he really had no choice.
If he didn’t choose Yang Jing as his target, who else could he choose?
He thought Yang Jing was so difficult to deal with.
The other two are undoubtedly more difficult to deal with.
“It’s a shame, it’s a shame!”
“Why should I come to heaven and earth?”
“This world is broken, I will never come here again. "Yeah!" Luo Hu said cursingly, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Under the attack of warrior Yang Jing like a violent storm, Luo Hu gradually lost the ability to fight back.
After Luo Hu completely lost the ability to fight back, it was time for Taoist priest Yang Jing to perform.
I saw that the fly whisk that was like a green dragon grew rapidly, like an old silkworm spinning silk, and quickly wrapped Rahu around it, forming something like a silkworm cocoon.
Yang Jing knew that Lin Yuan needed a living Luo Hui, not a dead Luo Hui.
Therefore, he deliberately captured Luo Hu alive and gave it to Lin Yuan.
After defeating Luo Hu and capturing Luo Hu’s remaining soul alive.
In the outside world, Yang Jing, who had been keeping his eyes closed and trembling slightly, opened his eyes again.
After seeing Yang Jing open his eyes and seeing that familiar look, Lin Yuan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, and this is the most unfaithful thing.
From the look in Yang Jing's eyes, Lin Yuan could be sure that the soul in this body at this time was his best friend.
Yang Jing is worthy of being Yang Jing, the reincarnation of Tao Ancestor.
Even Rahu couldn't take him away.
"Luckily it's you who wins!"
"Otherwise, I really don't know what to do!" Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said to Yang Jing.
Lin Yuan was not joking, but telling the truth.
If Luo Hu wins and Yang Jing's body is taken over by Luo Hu, Lin Yuan really doesn't know what to do.
Yang Jing was his best friend, loved relative and friend, so it was impossible to destroy his physical body together with Luo Hu.
"Although Luo Hu is only one step away from detachment, he is not detached after all. Without detachment, he is still the first level."
"He is the first level, in my world In his body, he can't winI! "Yang Jing's words are decisive and full of confidence.
Although Luo Hu is powerful, Yang Jing is also a genius!
In other words, whoever can practice to this level is not a genius. ?
The reason why Luo Hu is better than Yang Jing is because he gave birth to Yang Jing earlier and got more opportunities than Yang Jing.
"What about Luo Hu?" "
"Is it possible that you destroyed the remaining soul of his? " Lin Yuan asked tentatively.
After all, the battle for the soul in Yang Jing's body just now was very fierce.
Compared with killing and capturing alive, it is obviously the latter. It's even more difficult.
It would be understandable if Yang Jing destroyed Luo Hu's remaining soul in the battle between the gods and souls just now.
After all, in the battle between life and death. In a crisis, it is impossible for Lin Yuan to ask Yang Jing to keep his hand.
In that case, Yang Jing's priority must be to win. As for whether he can capture Luo Hu alive, that is secondary.
Luo Hu waved his hand, and a cocoon composed of spiritual power appeared in front of Lin Yuan.
It was vaguely visible that a humanoid soul was struggling in the cocoon. < /p>
From the scent of the humanoid remnant soul in the napkin, Lin Yuan was certain that this was Luo Hu’s remnant soul.
“I knew you could use it, so I kept it specially for you! "Yang Jing said to Lin Yuan with a smile.
Lin Yuan never expected that Yang Jing not only defeated Luo Hu's remaining soul, but also captured Luo Hu's remaining soul alive.
I have to say that my good friend understands me!
Lin Yuan held the cocoon containing Luo Hu’s remnant soul in his hand and looked at Luo Hu who was struggling in the cocoon. Lin Yuan was alone. His head was shattered.
“Luo Hu, you are still a prisoner, why don’t you be honest? Lin Yuan said sarcastically.
In the cocoon, Luo Hu's voice came: "Lin Yuan, don't bully others too much. Let me go out, I can't spare you." "Recent transcoding has been serious, which makes us more motivated and updates faster. Please use your little hands to exit the reading mode. Thank you