The abnormal situation suddenly appeared, and finally found Shura by luck, but he was seriously injured.----

The body was surrounded by lightning and lightning, and the power aura was very familiar. It was the Mangshou who had been in contact with many times.

Over the years, the great witch of the Witch Clan has been lifted out many times, but it has almost never gotten any advantage. The Battle of Wuchao, returned from failure, and the Battle of Sky Ridge, also returned in vain. The Battle of Buzhou Mountain, wanted to compete for the Zhaoming three-foot bronze sword, but his arm was almost cut off.

After experiencing shame again and again, among the many great witches of the witch clan, Mang Shou is probably the one who wants to kill the two brothers Zhaoming and Shura the most.

Before, Zhaoming successfully escaped, and he was so angry that he could not vent his anger. After searching for many immortal tribes he met, he luckily met Shura, so he didn't think too much and took action naturally.

Shura is also violent and warlike by nature. Even if the other party is an immortal king and witch, he will not show any weakness. He will draw his sword and fight.

Unfortunately, even though Shura is already at the Great Perfection of the Sub-Saint, he will never be able to cross this chasm like the Nine-headed Emperor back then, and he will be unable to use all his means.

There is only clouds and smoke here, and there is no blood and energy replenishment, which is even more unbearable. If Zhaoming had not arrived at this moment, it would have been only a moment before he had completely defeated.

Seeing Zhaoming appear, Mang Shou was stunned and laughed: "I really don't meet anywhere. I just wanted to solve one, but I didn't expect that both of them would be together. I will do good things and let you brothers die together and reunite."

Zhaoming did not say much, nor did heal Shura's injuries. He just handed Xing Chong's arm down to his hands, and then pulled him behind him with a three-foot bronze sword in his hand to protect him.

Mang Shou, who was originally laughing wildly, saw the treasure in Zhaoming's hand, and his voice suddenly stopped. Naturally, he remembered the scene from Buzhou Mountain before.

But this is not enough to make him retreat. At that time, he was worried about the sneak attack by the Immortal King of the Immortal Clan. So he didn't dare to take action with all his might. The situation was different at this moment. I had the chance to snatch the treasure from the other party.

The Taoist Hongyun, who was standing beside him, sighed and said, "It's all for the opportunity of the Taoist ancestor. Can you tell me later?"

He has always been a good man, and he doesn't like fighting. He usually takes action to save people. And he often has people he doesn't know. Even if the other party is a witch clan, he would definitely not have done anything if he didn't take the initiative to attack him.

Zhaoming helped him before, and even more severely, it can be said that he saved him. Once he took action, he would naturally have to help Zhaoming a few. He was not happy to fight, so he said that he wanted to stop fighting.

But the witch clan was already warlike, especially when he saw Mang Shou of Zhaoming's brothers, he laughed: "Master Hongyun. Just get out of here if you know what you see. I know your gourd is powerful, but that thing is useless to my witch clan. If you want to get involved, don't blame me for cleaning up with you."

After saying this, he came to Zhaoming.

Zhaoming was about to fight back with his sword, but his heart suddenly moved and pushed Shura to a place without clouds and smoke behind him, condensed flames, and a fist of heavenly wrath was hit.

A tough fight stirs up the sea of ​​clouds, and the vitality of heaven and earth is like a galaxy, and it spews all over the world.

Zhaoming was unable to step through the natural barrier between the Immortal King and the Sub-Saint. Naturally, he was also unable to defeat him. Although he was not as injured as Shura, he could not avoid vomiting blood from his mouth.

A muffled groan from his throat, and his whole body flew backwards.

Facing Zhaoming, Mang Shou would not have any thoughts of taking it lightly, nor would he have any inkling. He raised his hand and turned into thunder and rushed towards Zhaoming. He wanted to kill the other party in the shortest world to avoid chaotic troubles.

Seeing Mangshou’s murderous aura, Taoist Hongyun sighed and naturally took action. When he raised his hand, clouds turned into clouds to guide the clouds and smoke to entangle the thunder and lightning.

"I'm really not afraid of death, so I'll deal with it together." Mang Shou shouted loudly and simply abandoned Zhaoming. Thunder surged, and he killed Taoist Hongyun if it was raining heavily.

If you say you want to kill, you will naturally be ruthless when you take action. The cold murderous intent is like the essence, without any restraint.

Although the Nine-Nine Scattering Soul Gourd is not very useful to the Witch Clan, Taoist Hongyun is also an immortal king after all. He uses mysterious skills and turns into a large red cloud to spread around, resisting thunder and lightning.

If compared with the mysterious skills and magical powers, Taoist Hongyun is not inferior to the magical powers of Mangyun. Unfortunately, Mangshou is not only gifted with thunder and lightning magical powers, but also a witch clan. Taking advantage of the stalemate between the two of them, he flashed and rushed past the thunder and lightning Red Cloud, and directly hit the chest of Taoist Hongyun, knocking him far away.

With a stepping on the lightning under his feet, he abandoned the Red Cloud Taoist, held the lightning in his hand and rushed towards Zhaoming and Shura.

At this time, Zhaoming recovered his energy and took off the three-foot bronze sword. He bombarded the Cang Yan robbery with one hand, and held the flames with the other hand, and the Fist of Heavenly Rage followed closely.

The two strongest magical powers were used at the same time, and their aura soared into the sky and guided the energy of heaven and earth to come. Suddenly, the immortal king took action.

There were countless sub-saints in the world who dared to face such an attack. Unfortunately, he was facing a real immortal king at this moment, and he was also an immortal king with a strength of nearly the Great Perfection.

"The mayfly shakes the tree, overestimates one's own ability!"

Mang Shou sneered, slapped down with his palm, and the lightning surged instantly wrapped the flames, as if they were devouring them to death by a ferocious beast.

"ah!"

Zhaoming roared and instantly detonated all the flame power in the Cang Yan Tribulation. In conjunction with the explosion of the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Wrath Fist, a flame power burst out in the sea of ​​thunder, causing Mang Shou to be impacted by the air waves and retreated dozens of steps.

Such a result made Mang Shou also frightened. Looking around the world, the only one who could force the Immortal King to retreat in a head-on battle is probably Zhaoming.

However, Zhaoming was even more unbearable at this moment, his body was covered in blood and turned into flames, like a phoenix with a last struggle.

Even though Zhaoming's recovery ability is extremely extraordinary, he naturally can no longer compete with Mangshou in a short period of time.

Without thinking too much, Mang Shou flashed, gathering lightning, and slapped Zhaoming with a killing blow.

A red cloud surged, and the Red Cloud Taoist held a mysterious light in his hand and blocked the attack. At the intersection of his hands, the infinite light was colorful, like a star hitting, dazzling.

With a muffled groan, Taoist Hongyun took back dozens of steps, stopped and did not dare to reply. He directly activated his magical power to turn into a large red cloud, trapping Mangshou like a swamp, and shouted loudly to Zhaoming and Shura: "You go first, I will hold him!"

Zhaoming was a little moved when he met such a stranger who cared about him, but at this moment he could only say sorry in his heart.

This time he met Mang Shou, he was not thinking about escaping from the other party, but thinking about killing the other party. However, with his and Shura's strength, even with the three-foot bronze sword in his hand, it was impossible to kill the other party unless the Hongyun Taoist took action.

But Hongyun Taoist is kind-hearted, not only to himself, but also to others, and even to enemies. If he cannot make all his strength, he and the other three will not be at least in a disadvantage in confronting each other, and it is impossible for him to kill Mangshou.

Instead of using the three-foot bronze sword, he used his magical powers to fight against it, just to create a situation where he was defeated and was about to die. Only in this way would he force the kind-hearted Taoist Hongyun to help with all his strength.

However, Taoist Hongyun would not easily think about killing the other party. Seeing that the situation was wrong, he would probably use the means of dragging Xing Chong to trap Mang Shou and then let the few people get out of trouble.

And Zhaoming needs it, that's the time.

Immediately, without hesitation, yelled: "Shura, kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a roar, Shura's body seemed to be poured into the vital energy, rapidly growing, turning into a body dozens of meters high. The blood qi surged on the sword of the Blood Shadow, all of which were the blood qi on Xing Chong's arm.

The evil Buddha of Blood appeared behind him, holding a blood-colored Zen stick, with a strange blood-colored force wrapped around it, which was transformed by the flesh and blood of Zheng Chong, and a terrible aura surged.

The two figures merged into one, as if a comet was hit by it, coming from the nine heavens and bombarded Mangshou.

"How can the power of ant shake the mountains and rivers!"

Mang Shou shouted loudly, and his breath rushed to resist the sea of ​​clouds all over his body. He stretched out his hands, grabbed the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword with one hand, and held the Blood-colored Zen Staff with the other. After all, the strong Immortal King, even if Shura absorbed the blood and energy on Xing Chong's arm and returned to the peak, he could not hurt him. He could only fight for a few breaths.

And between the lines of life and death, counting the breath time is enough to determine everything.

The sea of ​​clouds was tangled and could not move. His hands were held by the Blood Shadow Crazy Knife and the Blood-colored Zen Staff and could not be pulled away.

Zhaoming's fire escape technique approached Mang Shou in an instant, holding a three-foot bronze sword in his hand, and handed it out and inserted it directly into his chest.

Mang Shou's face changed drastically. He wanted to deal with it, but how could he deal with it? He could only watch the three-foot bronze sword penetrated directly into his chest.

"ah!"

With a roar, the breath in his body rushed, Mang Shou felt great danger. He ignored his own damage and retreated with his natal true energy.

His hands condensed lightning and slapped Zhaoming like wind and thunder, intending to slap Zhaoming to death directly.

There is only one chance, how could Zhaoming let it go? It depends on who can get on the front line faster. The Pear Immortal Step urged, holding a three-foot bronze sword in his hand and picked it upwards.

Even the body of the great witch could not stop such a magic weapon, and it was quickly cut open like tofu.

"Fellow Taoist, don't!"

Taoist Hongyun said he would stop him, but how did he stop him at this moment?

When the two palms that condensed lightning hit Zhaoming, the three-foot bronze sword had already stepped up from his chest and directly cut Mangshou's upper body into two halves.

"ah!"

With a scream of pain, Zhaoming couldn't help but shout. On the verge of life and death, Mang Shou not only exerted all his strength, but also burst out with a more terrifying force than usual.

The power of these two palms seemed to tear apart the space, which was extremely terrifying. Even though the power continued to weaken due to internal injuries, Zhaoming was almost broken after the shot fell.

"ah!"

At the same time, the pain of Mangshou still sounded still, and the breath dissipated, and the huge body fell down directly. Although the witch clan had no soul, the head of the six yangs was also the key to fate.
Chapter completed!