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Chapter 22: Sneak attack, fierce battle! Advance to live, retreat to die! (Please vote)
Lu Chengjiang hid in the dark, tightened the spear in his hand that was broken into two pieces, and gradually made up his mind. He kept glancing at the mud monster and the flesh-winged female monster.

If he were discovered, he would have to kill the two Shenzang realm masters first, otherwise it would be three against one and he would have no chance of winning.

"Lord Du Lu, there seem to be traces of escape that were hastily buried here. It might be the guy that Lord Zhang Mang ordered us to kill." The mud man poked his head out of the mud and looked in one direction, where there were a few crooked bushes that seemed to have been trampled on.

"Lord Du Lu, I'm going!" The flesh-winged banshee made a sound, as if sharp objects were rubbing against each other, causing pain in the eardrums.

"Why go? Don't you understand the strategy of dividing the troops? Besides, isn't that guy right here?" The man under the hood also spoke, but did not agree to divide the troops. He then directly attacked the pile of earth next to him.

boom--

The mound was blown to pieces.

Without the obstruction of the mound of dirt, what came into view was not Lu Chengjiang who was lying in ambush, but a piece of blood-stained clothing. Under the clothing, there was a small animal that was tied in place and was constantly flapping its wings.

At the same time, this blow also stirred up some extremely special dust.

The dust seemed to be magnetic and flew straight towards the three Keshus.

"Evil-killing Powder?" The Mud Ke Xiu retracted his head directly into the mud, seemingly perfectly avoiding the wave of dust, but the dust changed and turned directly into a layer of powder that covered the mud.

The flesh-winged female monster let out a sharp roar, and a visible sound wave blasted towards the dust, directly dispersing all the dust approaching her.

As for Du Lu, who was hiding himself under a hood, he snorted coldly, then stretched out his right hand and casually waved out a large ball of ink-blue spiritual energy to directly meet the special dust, and began to gradually wrap the Zhuxie Powder in it.

zizi——

The wrapped evil-killing powder began to burn violently, and at the same time the inky blue spiritual energy began to decrease rapidly. However, Du Lu began to be alert and vigilant to his surroundings.

This time, the test fight provoked Zhuxie fans and put them in a passive situation. This was a good time to launch a sneak attack.

"A sneak attack?" Du Lu's tone seemed to be belated, as if he had thought of something. He immediately turned around to look to his side, only to see that Lu Chengjiang was indeed shooting left and right, each holding a broken gun.

The two broken gun pieces had silently pierced into Yuli Kexiu's body, and the piece with the gun tip had directly pierced into Yuli Kexiu's head.

Silt Kexiu originally wanted to resist, but the movement of the silt attached with the evil-killing powder was obviously hindered. It was precisely this obstruction that made him unable to block the tip of the gun that Lu Chengjiang stabbed at his head.

Silt Kexiu fell down and turned into a pool of dirty water mixed with blood and mud. A group of insects quickly scattered as if they had lost their backbone.

"You're looking for death for nothing but blood food!" Du Lu roared and shattered his hood, revealing a head with only a piece of skin covering the skull. There was also inky green ghost fire burning in the skull.

Obviously, he did not expect that the other party would be so bold as to choose a sneak attack even with three of them present.

"Phantom Fire Poison Palm!"

Du Lu first shouted loudly, then slapped Lu Chengjiang with his palm.

Ink-green spiritual energy merged into the palm power. At the same time, his fat palm began to shrink rapidly. Endless blood energy emanated from it and merged into this palm print.

This palm was no longer a test, but a real killing move, aimed at strangling Lu Chengjiang.

This palm stretched across the air, blocking Lu Chengjiang's way and preventing him from continuing to kill the flesh-winged banshee; it also swept up the surrounding spiritual energy, suppressing Lu Chengjiang and making it difficult for him to move.

If he was hit, there is no doubt that Lu Chengjiang would die on the spot. The Flesh-winged Banshee was originally resisting the evil-killing fans. When she heard Du Lu's angry shout, she turned her upper body and looked back, only to find that Lu Chengjiang had not only killed the mud Kexiu, but had even quietly touched a distance of ten feet behind her.

He was immediately frightened to death, and the huge mouth in his chest let out a roar -

The neighing was like the friction between two pieces of glass, harsh and unbearable. It was filled with fear and a fierce murderous intent to fight to the death.

It turned into a huge sound wave, sweeping up the surrounding flowers, trees, grass and stones, and directly hit Lu Chengjiang.

On the other hand, Lu Chengjiang's mood was as thrilling as a roller coaster.

The moment Lu Chengjiang was discovered, he sensed a powerful palm print forming. His desire to survive made him instinctively want to retreat immediately.

But his keen intuition told him that retreat would mean death, and the only way to survive was to go forward and fight with his life.

Before he could make a decision, the flesh-winged banshee in front of him turned around and roared. Lu Chengjiang immediately gritted his teeth, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he retreated instead of advancing.

"Golden body, open!" With a roar, a broken golden body enveloped Lu Chengjiang. It was the golden body that protected Lu Chengjiang from the attack of Zhang Mang himself.

Then Lu Chengjiang took three steps at a time, and the Silver Dragon Golden Spear in his hand began to emit a dazzling white light. Then his body turned into a golden spear and rushed towards the banshee's roar.

The spear light easily shattered the flesh-winged banshee's roar, penetrated her body, and pushed her forward.

Pierced by the spear, the Flesh-Winged Banshee continued to struggle. Her giant tail made of tumors and her giant wings made of countless fleshy buds smashed towards Lu Chengjiang's golden body from all directions.

The moment these attacks got close to him, Lu Chengjiang only felt a strange whisper ringing in his ears, but he bit his tongue and became clear-headed again.

Blood flowed from the corner of Lu Chengjiang's mouth, but he was also filled with fear.

Because if he had chosen to retreat just now, he would probably be a corpse now.

Because Du Lu's attack was actually one light and one dark. The light one was a palm print, which was extremely powerful and at the same time distracted most of Lu Chengjiang's energy. The dark one was a tentacle that was buried in advance on the retreat route behind Lu Chengjiang. If he retreated, he would probably be bound by this tentacle and would have to take the palm print head-on.

It was his strange feeling that made him choose a seemingly dead end path, and he narrowly avoided the combined attack of tentacles and palm prints.

"Hmph, I win again, but are you going to save your colleague or not?" Lu Chengjiang snorted coldly, raised his head to glance at the banshee on the tip of the gun, and swung it casually.

The banshee faced the huge palm print directly. If Du Lu dispersed the palm print at this time, the banshee would naturally be fine, but this also meant that Lu Chengjiang would be fine, but Du Lu would have to bear the damage of the backlash.

and so……

Du Lu chose to ignore it and just chopped down with his palm.

"Sir?... Sir Dulu!... Ah, you old immortal, you will eat everything up, you will not die a good death!" The banshee's voice changed from confusion to surprise, from surprise to begging for mercy, and from begging for mercy to cursing, but this did not change her ending.

Lu Chengjiang sighed inwardly when he realized that Du Lu had not dispersed his palm print. He really shouldn't expect these monsters to have feelings.

He could only stand still and start to operate his golden body with all his strength, while pouring spiritual power into his right hand, holding the broken spear, and stabbed towards the palm print.

Dear readers, you won’t take everything you want, will you?
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