Heaven Reward and Punishment Group

Chapter 697
Wang Maosong was terrified and sighed: "It's not invalid, the fire has been burning on her body, but she held it back!"

"what?"

Both Wang Xuesong and Xu Hui turned pale with shock!
Song Mingzhu was frightened by Wang Jiarui, she was restless, and she had a fight with Wang Xuesong, which cost a lot of mana, and her Nine Star Sword was just an ordinary iron sword, which could only be used by spellcasting to take over the power of Nine Stars. Maintaining the weight of the Nine Star Sword required mana consumption, and Song Mingzhu was gradually exhausted.

At the beginning, Wang Jiarui was shocked by the weight of the iron sword on the opposite side, but gradually, she found that the weight seemed to have lightened, and then looked at Song Mingzhu's face that was no longer able to handle it with ease, and knew that she might not have much mana.

Song Mingzhu knew that the Nine Stars Sword was at the end of its strength, so the offensive was even more urgent, not giving Wang Jiarui an opportunity, hoping to knock down Wang Jiarui's weapon at least before the spell expired.

But Wang Jiarui knew what Song Mingzhu was thinking, so she took a step back to distance herself, and raised the bottle of life.

Wang Hongda's definition of Wang Jiarui is a nanny, who treats illnesses and saves people to restore mana, and is not good at fighting. The vitality bottle itself is not a weapon of destruction, but a magic weapon of recovery.

But even so, Wang Jiarui didn't want to be a war scum, she studied for a while and found the correct usage of the vitality bottle.

Wang Jiarui sacrificed the bottle of life, and instead of aiming at Song Mingzhu and her iron sword, she aimed at her own sea-dumping stick.

A green light shot out from the vitality bottle and shone on the sea-inverting stick. The sea-inverting stick immediately turned green and its weight increased rapidly.

Song Mingzhu didn't give Wang Jiarui a chance, so she raised the Nine Star Sword and chased after him. This time, Wang Jiarui didn't continue to dodge, but directly raised the hard steel of the inverted sea stick.

There was only a bang, and the collision of two surprisingly heavy weapons made a muffled sound, but the result was as expected.

Wang Jiarui, who had been forced to retreat all this time, suddenly gained the upper hand. The weight of the sea-dumping stick surpassed that of the Jiuxing Sword, and Song Mingzhu was pushed back. The Jiuxing Sword almost dropped her hand!
Song Mingzhu took a few steps back and stood firm, looked down at the sword in her hand, then looked up at Wang Jiarui, who was calm and calm in the distance, with a face full of disbelief: What?How can it be?There is no weapon that can be heavier than the Nine Star Sword!
Deng Wenlun has been standing by the side watching, seeing this scene, his relaxed face became tense just now, and he thought: This woman is extraordinary, while enduring the pain of burning, she can fight Song Mingzhu with peace of mind, and even to win?How can this be?What is the background of this person?
He looked up at the three words "Wooden Immortal Gate" on the gate of the Taoist temple, and sighed: These people seem to be really extraordinary if they dare to write the word "Muxian" so blatantly.

Deng Wenlun expressed his affirmation to this group of people, but he still believed that apart from himself, no one else in Linhai was worthy of the word "Muxing authentic".

Seeing that Song Mingzhu was in a disadvantage, Wang Jiarui also took advantage of the victory to chase after her. She waved her stick like an overturned river and chased Song Mingzhu.

In desperation, Song Mingzhu threw out another silver needle in order to protect herself.

Wang Jiarui didn't know how deep the silver needle was, so she thought she just had to dodge sideways, so she dodged and prepared to continue beating Song Mingzhu.

But she didn't expect the silver needle to have a trick, and just when it was about to fly past Wang Jiarui, a golden light flashed suddenly.

With the silver needle as the center, the situation changed suddenly, and a small storm blew up, causing Wang Jiarui to squint her eyes.

Song Mingzhu took the opportunity to show a bead, shining white light, and hit Wang Jiarui.

Wang Jiarui was caught off guard, and after eating a bead, she suddenly felt exhausted and knelt down on the ground.

"what……"

Wang Xuesong and the others sighed regretfully when they saw that Wang Jiarui had been recruited. Obviously she restrained Song Mingzhu to death, but lost to a small silver needle.

Wang Jiarui was originally just a tree spirit who had just metamorphosed, not good at fighting, and had no experience in fighting skills, so it was normal to lose.

Seeing that Wang Jiarui was at a disadvantage, Xu Hui jumped up, Qingji shot out like a dragon, and a green light drove Song Mingzhu back.

"Turn that light off!"

Xu Hui pointed at Song Mingzhu with his green spear, and shouted loudly.

Song Mingzhu was not afraid, picked up the soul chasing lamp, extinguished the flame, and the pain on Wang Jiarui's body disappeared.

"I wanted to extinguish it too, because I planned to use it on you!"

After finishing speaking, Song Mingzhu snapped her fingers.

The flames ignited again, and Xu Hui immediately felt pain all over his body.

Xu Hui was irritated, and his murderous intentions arose, and the Qingji gun struck at the soul-chasing lamp like a green lightning.

Seeing this, Song Mingzhu hurriedly turned off the light, while Xu Hui had already come in front of her at this time, showing his back trick.

Xu Hui held the Qingji gun in one hand, and in the other hand a gourd that had already been unscrewed from the lid.

When the dead air blew, Song Mingzhu's arm immediately turned into dust.

"what!--"

This time it was Song Mingzhu's turn to scream, tilting her head and looking at her arm that was fine just now, but inexplicably turned into dirt, while feeling the sharp pain in her shoulder.

Xu Hui took advantage of the victory to pursue, Qing Ji flicked his gun, and with a puff, the tip of the gun pierced the glass cover of the soul-chasing lamp, extinguishing the flames.

The burning pain on Xu Hui's body also disappeared.

"Ah!—my arm! I'll fight you!"

Song Mingzhu clutched her arms and gritted her teeth at Xu Hui.

Wang Maosong, who was watching the play next to him, said: "You are a tree, and the broken branches will grow back!"

Song Mingzhu looked back at Wang Maosong, she was so angry that she didn't say anything, she backed away and said angrily, "I admit defeat!"

Seeing that Song Mingzhu was at a disadvantage, Li Shengming jumped up, holding a pair of scissors in his hand, and threw it at Xu Hui.

Xu Hui couldn't help but sneered, and thought to himself: My gun is 1.8 meters long, and your scissors are not [-] centimeters long, how can you fight me?
Who knew that Li Shengming's scissors had other uses. After throwing them out, a white light appeared, which turned into two slender clouds, crossed non-stop, and flew towards Xu Hui.

Seeing this, Xu Hui quickly blocked Qingji's spear.

Only a ding sound was heard, the Qingji gun was of course safe, but the huge shear force made Xu Hui unable to hold the handle of the gun, and with a whoosh sound, the Qingji gun was caught and flew out, circling in the mid-air.

Li Shengming pointed, and the pair of Xianyun cut directly at Xu Hui's neck!

"what?"

Xu Hui was shocked, so that the gourd, which had been eroded by the meat, pointed at it.

Song Mingzhu reminded Li Shengming: "Brother, be careful, his gourd is powerful!"

When Li Shengming heard this, he shook his hand, Xianyun was extremely agile, jumped into the air, and cut Xu Hui's head again!

Xu Hui only had two murder weapons and no defensive treasures. Seeing that he couldn't resist, he raised his hands decisively: "I admit defeat!"

Xianyun stayed on top of Xu Hui's head and turned into a pair of scissors, almost cutting off Xu Hui's neck.

Xu Hui was covered in cold sweat from fright, raised his head to avoid the scissors, and stepped aside.

Li Shengming smiled arrogantly, raised the Xianyun scissors and hovered above his head, shouting, "Who else?"

Before the words fell, Wang Maosong's blast gun pierced Li Shengming like a bolt of lightning.

(End of this chapter)