please!I don't want to be a villain!

Feeling the battle in the distance, Zhang Tianba stopped slowly.

"Someone is fighting! There is a lot of movement, let's go and join in the fun!"

In the stone valley of Wanjian Mountain, the holy son of Junshen Mountain is facing the three holy sons alone with a spear.

It was originally a blessed land of relics, so the treasures naturally depended on scrambling.

Casting, refining, and Confucianism and Taoism together besieged and killed the holy son of gun Taoism. The man glanced at the three of them with a spear in his hand, and stared at the holy son of Confucianism and Taoism fiercely.

The disciples of Junshen Mountain were also besieged and killed by disciples of three ways, but he was still calm, but there were more people.

As soon as the Dingjun Spear was released, the power of the Seven Realms was instantly revealed. The Son of Gun Dao confidently looked at the three of them, "Do you think you are besieging and killing me? You may have made a mistake. You were fooled from the beginning!"

Confucianism and Taoism Shengzi was shocked, "How could you be in the Seven Realms?"

But soon the Confucian and Taoist saints also figured everything out, "The ban is fake! You and that monk are in the same group!"

"Last time you designed to trick me, and I had no choice but to die with you. This time, of course, I have to pay it back."

"I didn't expect that an artifact like the Dingjun Spear would recognize you as the master! I thought someone from the lower realms got this artifact! I despise you!" The Confucian and Taoist saint looked gloomy, and he didn't expect that he would be put out together.

Unexpectedly, this ignorant person would join forces with others.

"So, Bai Shiyi also discussed it with you, just to put me together."

"Bai Shiyi does know, but he is not here, nor has he joined hands with me!"

The Saint Son of Gun Dao, the Saint Son of Confucianism and Taoism, and the Saint Son of Medicine and Taoism are actually a generation older than the previous Saint Son, but they are also waiting for the opening of Wanjian Mountain. Heaven's luck will not miss it.

The Twelve Holy Lands share their fortunes, but conflicts are always inevitable.

The holy son of the gun road, General Shenshan's artifact, the fixed army spear, was thrust into the ground, and the field was instantly expanded, and the three people who wanted to escape were trapped for a while.

It is impossible to escape, but to fight to the death.

The saint son of Confucianism and Taoism relied on his intelligence. This time, he wanted to join hands with the saint son who forged the two ways to strangle him. How could he think that he was put on the same side from the beginning.

"Two, the three of us must fight together! If we keep it any longer, I'm afraid we will die here!"

"Holy Son of Confucianism and Taoism, you don't have any graves anymore, do you?" The Holy Son of Confucianism looked at the Holy Son of Confucianism and Taoism, his eyes were a little shaken.

Casting and refining are originally for profit, but instead of getting any benefits, they have to fight desperately, which is really not worthwhile, and their life tombs are still there, so they can be reshaped even if they die.

"Holy Son of the Gun Dao, the two of us don't want to get entangled with you! You should settle the matter with the Holy Son of Confucianism and Taoism by yourself!" said the Holy Son of Refining Dao.

"I want to leave! It's not that easy! Since you have come to intercept and kill me, you won't be wronged if you die under my gun!" The Son of Gun Dao pulled out the fixed army gun again and swept it across. He never let anyone go. one person.

If he fights one of the seventh realms and three of the sixth realms, that's not too easy to catch!

The long spear stabbed out, and the true energy came at the same time. Accompanied by the killing intent, the long spear in the hands of the holy son of gun way seemed to turn into a dragon's tooth.

The three of them were still difficult to stop the fierce dragon crossing the river, but the Confucianist and Taoist saint breathed a sigh of relief. If the gunman let the people who cast and refine the second way leave, he really can only die.

One against three is really reckless.

The Holy Son of Zhudao escaped with a Heavenly Grade weapon in an instant. Although it was not comparable to the Dingjun Spear, he had more than one weapon of this grade!

The Holy Son of Dao Refining also took out many magic weapons in an instant, and all of them were of high rank.

This is the foundation of Sword Worshiping City and Xuantian City, both of which originate from the same place, and are both protected by the White Tiger Patriarch.

Seeing that both of them took out the treasures from the bottom of the box, the Confucian and Taoist saints didn't hold back any more, and took out a scroll from his cuff, on which there were only four words - life is hard for the common people!

This is the word that the ancestor of Confucianism personally mentioned when he was alive. He has been wearing self-defense since he was killed by the gunman last time, and it finally came in handy at this moment.

"Small tricks!" The holy son of the way of gun held a fixed army gun, and he was still not afraid of the siege of three people. The only thing that made him afraid was the scroll of the holy son of Confucianism and Taoism.

He had seen the power of Confucianism before, and he didn't dare to take it lightly. Although he spoke contemptuously, he was extremely cautious in his heart, so he could only do his best.

The Holy Son of the Way of the Gun held his gun with one hand and walked steadily. The moment the three of them shot, your spear in his hand also swept out quickly.

The four characters of Cangshengbaoming exploded with infinite power, with the intention of killing, the mountains and rocks shattered, the valley roared, and the pressure slanted down!

"Under Dingjun's gun! They are all dead souls and wild ghosts!" The holy son of gun way attacked with a single shot, and the scroll was pierced directly.

Another shot fell, and a blood hole was directly pierced in the shoulder blade of the Confucian and Taoist saint.

The Confucian and Taoist sage was suffering, but he also seized the opportunity to completely destroy the scroll, and a tyrannical Confucian aura directly suppressed the field of the Dingjun Spear.

In a breath, the sage of Confucianism and Taoism has turned into a distant glory.

The Saints of Casting and Refining were directly swept away by a single shot, and the Saints of Gun Dao did not chase after them. This time, they were able to severely injure the Saints of Confucianism and Taoism, and they had achieved their goal, and they had to deal with the other monks as agreed people.

"Let's get rid of the holy son of casting and refining first!" The holy son of gun way clenched his spear tightly.

Before he could go forward, Liang Sheng's pitiful screams came, and the word with a gloomy face had already killed the holy son who forged the second way.

Even if he solved his troubles for himself, the Son of Gun Dao still looked warily at the man in front of him and the man and woman behind him.

"Who are you?" The Son of Gun Dao glared angrily.

"Me?" Zhang Tianba threw down the drained corpses in his hands, and smiled coldly, "Guess!"

"Looking for death!" The Son of the Gun Dao charged at Zhang Tianba with a fixed army spear, his marksmanship was extremely fierce.

The young man behind Zhang Tianba moved suddenly, Ning Kunpeng took the blow hard, and the result was evenly divided.

The Holy Son of Gun Dao quickly pushed away, his eyes secretly scrutinized, this should be the person from the Demon Cult that Monk Xuanji said, the man used the Heaven Devouring Devil Art, it should be Yin Ming, the Holy Son of Broken Soul Mountain, and the woman beside him is The recently famous witch Liang Zuiyu.

It doesn't look like the person who fought against him should be Zhang Tianba, the demon king!

"It's only because of the Demon Lord Zhang Tianba! It seems that you still have some strength. You once attacked the disciples of our army's Shenshan Mountain!" The holy son of the gun way shouted at Ji Jibo with a gun.

Ji Jibo scratched his head in embarrassment, "The Kunpeng Demon Lord Ji Ji Bo, next to me is my elder brother Zhang Tianba."

"The way of the devil?" The Son of Gun Dao looked at Zhang Tianba warily.

"That's right, your news is so closed. You don't know about things that the Holy Son of Hanming Mountain knows? Isn't Guzhou the closest to Xizhou?" Zhang Tianba slowly raised his head, his tired eyes and gun Dao Shengzi confronted.

"I just don't care about these anymore!" The holy son of the gun way retracted his spear and said coldly. He didn't intend to stand with Zhang Tianba, mainly because he was not sure about it. The strength of the remaining two people is revealed.

After all, the Holy Son of Gun Dao turned and left.

"Then see you again by fate! Fellow Daoist." Zhang Tianba smiled contemptuously and raised his head. There is not a single snowflake in Wanjian Mountain, which is really different from the outside world.