Da Bong fights more people

Bang bang, bang bang, the drums sounded suddenly, one after another, as urgent as a shower.

Asuro's dark golden body was stained with a layer of pitch black, as if ink was poured on his body.

He released the blood power of the Shura clan.

The cracking sound of the skull no longer resounded.

At this time, Xu Qi'an dragged out the afterimage of Dao Dao, and walked behind Jia Luoshu like a ghost. He and Jia Luoshu were back to back, holding the Zhenguo sword with his right hand, and stabbing behind him.

The Zhenguo sword pierced into Jia Luoshu's chest, and the characteristics of the Zhenguo sword and the trait of killing thieves broke out at the same time, burning the wound.

Pain flashed in the eyes of the Bodhisattva Gala Tree. In the past 500 years, this is the second time he has tasted pain. The last time he was pierced through the head with a Confucian knife by the prison.

boom!

Before Xu Qi'an drew his sword back, Jia Luoshu kicked the rising star who dared to hurt him, and then he swung Asuro and smashed towards Xu Qi'an who was flying upside down.

The two pitch-black figures collided, Xu Qi'an and Asuro snorted, and the same thought flashed in their minds:

This guy is so hard!

Booming, booming, the Qi machine on the soles of Jia Luoshu's feet spewed out, and each foot seemed to be stepping on the ground, making a rumbling sound.

He quickly caught up with Xu Qi'an and Asuro who were flying upside down, and he exploded with energy, his fists, elbows and knees were all weapons, and the bones and tendons of the two were broken, and pale golden blood rained down.

During the process, Kou Yangzhou tried to help him many times, but he was always hit by Jia Luoshu's punch or palm.

Crack clap!

Jia Luoshu, who was on the offensive, froze, and there was the sound of bones breaking in his body.

Xu Qi'an forcibly interrupted Jia Luoshu's combo with jade fragments.

Pfft~ The domineering sword intent pierced Jia Luoshu's unhealed chest. For a second-rank warrior like Kou Yangzhou, Jia Luoshu's stagnation just now was a flaw before his eyes.

Being stabbed in the chest again and again, Jia Luoshu was furious, turned around and swung his arms, and swept back with a punch.

The old man shrank his head, and then he heard the sound of his skull flying away.

On the other side, Xu Qi'an and Asuro "put together" the broken arms and skulls, put the hanging intestines back into their stomachs, and while the injuries were recovering quickly, they pounced on the Jia Luo tree to share the pressure of Kou Yangzhou.

The four of them fought "bang bang bang". From time to time, someone's head would fly off, and someone's thigh would be twisted off. The scene was bloody and violent.

Jia Luoshu punched Xu Qi'an with a left punch, and Asuro with a right punch, and he was able to step on Kou Yangzhou under his feet, showing the true qualities of a first-rank master.

But the chest is always stabbed one after another, the power of the Killing Thief and the characteristics of the Zhenguo Sword superimposed, and the injuries became more and more serious.

A clear light rushed out of Xu Pingfeng's arms, roaring and covering the heads of the crowd, at the same time, the circle under his feet expanded, trying to cover the crowd.

He wanted to take this opportunity to expand the realm of the bronze disc, to isolate this world, so that Xu Qi'an could not control the power of sentient beings.

The increase in the power of all beings made him change from a martial artist who had just entered the second rank to a peak powerhouse with explosive power comparable to Asuro. The two of them were the main force against Galo Tree.

As long as Xu Qi'an is beaten back to his original form, the situation can be reversed.

Zhao Shou flipped the Confucian crown with his fingers, and said in a deep voice:

"The use of formations is prohibited here!"

Before the expanding circle had time to engulf everyone, it was prohibited by the rules of this place and had no choice but to dissipate.

Xu Pingfeng was happy instead of angry, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Suddenly, Ji Xuan, who was originally on the edge of the battlefield, lurked near Sun Xuanji at some point. When Zhao Shounian said that the use of formations was forbidden here, he resolutely jumped up and approached Sun Xuanji.

A warlock who cannot use formations is no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of an extraordinary warrior.

Sun Xuanji's pupils constricted violently. He didn't have the premonition of a warrior's crisis, so he couldn't detect the danger in advance. But now, every nerve and every cell is sending him a dangerous signal.

A piece of defense flew out of the kit around his waist, including a bronze bell, a heart mirror, and an iron shield, but these magic weapons were either too late to deploy, or just appeared, and were torn apart by Ji Xuan with the violence of a martial artist open.

Xu Pingfeng's real goal was not to expand the realm of the bronze disc. With Zhao Shou, a great Confucian, he had no chance to sacrifice the first-generation magic weapon.

The sacrifice of the magic weapon just now was just a cover, what he really wanted to kill was Sun Xuanji.

Sun Xuanji, like Ji Xuan, was the weakest Transcendence present, the easiest to kill with one blow.

As long as Sun Xuanji could be killed, this battle would not be considered a loss of blood.

He concluded that Zhao Shou would restrict the formation, not the magic weapon, because the formation is unique to warlocks, but the magic weapon contains magic weapons and peerless magic weapons.

Restricting the use of magic tools is equivalent to beheading Xu Qi'an's arm.

Bang bang bang!

After three magic weapons exploded in succession, Ji Xuan punched through Sun Xuanji's chest like a bamboo shoot.

The blood instantly stained the white clothes red.

Ji Xuan, who was about to directly harvest the life of this third-grade warlock, suddenly saw the other party take out a ball of dark silk that emitted a highly poisonous gas.

The silk quickly wrapped around Ji Xuan, binding him and Sun Xuanji together.

Nether silk!

This is the excess silk after weaving the soul-calling banner, which was refined into a magic weapon by Sun Xuanji.

It has only two functions: Shackle the enemy and Poison.

The toxin of the Nether Silkworm can cause certain damage to extraordinary warriors. Of course, Sun Xuanji chose to use it not because of the toxin, but because of its tenacity.

He wanted to use this to entangle Ji Xuan.

With Ji Xuan's cultivation base, and without the assistance of peerless divine weapons, it is impossible to break free from the Nether Silk in a short time.

"Hey~"

Amid the sound of piercing the air, a rusty iron sword flew across the sea of ​​clouds, Ji Xuan's head exploded in the light of the sword, and flesh and bones splashed.

Luo Yuheng unleashed the second sword - Yujianshu!

After losing his head, Ji Xuan's body suddenly stiffened.

Sun Xuanji took the opportunity to untie the Nether Silk and retreat towards Zhao Shou.

He didn't try to make up for Ji Xuan, because the warlock's weak body, piercing through the chest is a fatal wound, and if he is not treated in time, he will die faster than Ji Xuan.

Luo Yuheng picked up the sword formula, and the rusty iron sword swirled in the air, and shot at Ji Xuan again. With this sword, she wanted to kill Ji Xuan's primordial spirit with her heart swordsmanship.