The fiery red javelin hit the shield, and the flames burst out like a large torch, and the flames here can be seen ten miles away.

The tip of the gun breaks through the shield defense and inserts it into it.

The shield cracked several gaps, and when it was about to break open, the head inside the shield screamed sharply, and the cracks instantly merged, clamping the javelin in the middle.

The screams of the man on the white shield were even more shrill, and flames were rising all over his body, and he was burning, carbonized, and shattered.

"See you next time, the city lord."

The corners of the Saint Son of the White Lotus Sect curled up, showing a faint smile that was not smiling, and stepped on the White Lotus and entered the spiritual world.

“It’s so fast.”

Huo Huaixuan was furious when he saw it, but he knew the importance of it. After landing, he stopped immediately and turned around and returned to the courtyard of Wujiang's mansion.

After a breath, accompanied by a howl of unwillingness to despair, the shield was broken, and the fiery red javelin was inserted into the ground diagonally, exploding a ball of fire dozens of meters, illuminating several neighboring blocks.

In a space in the city, a divine envoy who was brainwashing the believers suddenly fell down, his body quickly shriveled and turned into a mummy.

"God's envoy!"

"God made him seem... dead."

"Don't talk nonsense, God's messenger was summoned by his mother without birth and ascended to heaven."

As soon as these words were spoken, many believers looked at each other and licked their lips.

"The soul of the messenger of God has ascended to the realm of vacuum, and the remains of his remains are also holy objects that guide us forward.

In order to gain a deeper understanding of the glory of our Lord, we need the flesh of God to merge with us!”

"good!"

"I agree!"

"Okay!"

The body of the messenger of God was shared devoutly by believers.

The saint son of the White Lotus Sect was beaten away. He seemed very weak and garbage, but in fact he was so passive to protect the spirit in the universe in his sleeve.

His realm is only in the middle stage of foundation building, while Huo Huaixuan is the innate second-turn earth evil, which is equivalent to reaching the second half of the middle stage of foundation building, not far from the late stage of foundation building.

In addition, the two are only a few meters close distance.

It is not a strange problem that the Holy Son was suppressed and beaten by Huo Huaixuan, a martial artist.

This is decided by the professional characteristics of both parties.

But Huo Huaixuan also knew that the saint son of the White Lotus Sect was not seriously injured. Most of the spells used by Yin and Yang people were defensive, so they accidentally kicked the spirit.

Otherwise, even if he fights closely and the Holy Son of the White Lotus Sect doesn't run away, the victory or defeat between him and the Holy Son of the White Lotus Sect will only be 50% away.

This battle is just a test.

Don't forget that neither of them used weapons.

In the courtyard, when the leopard head and the chameleon saw the spirit, they stopped attacking immediately, showing a binary confrontation.

Yan Bihui coughed out a ball of blood foam, and spit it on the ground with a spit.

"Your master is gone, and you should surrender quickly."

The leopard head and the human-shaped chameleon communicate with each other.

"One has suffered internal injuries and the other cannot remain in shape for long. Should I kill them before leaving?"

"What if that terrifying guy came back just now?"

"Isn't it the Holy Son of the White Lotus Sect restrained?"

The two aliens pondered for half a second, looked at each other, their bodies disappeared, and the sound of sharp whistling sounds came from the wind.

They all made the same decision, killing the person first.

The energy of the silver cross between Wu Jiang's eyebrows poured into the exquisite silver dagger in his hand along the meridians.

The blade of the dagger retracts the handle.

With only a few buzzing sounds, a silver beam of light rose from the blade.

"Damn it, lightsword!" Chen Yang exclaimed.

The support of the Demon Sect is still on the way.

clang!

Wu Jiang's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving behind the afterimage of the lightsaber.

Amid the buzzing sounds, Chen Yang could only see the fluorescence of the lightsaber left on the retina.

"Mad, everyone is innate, I am just a bone-forging person. Why did I get involved? It's so unlucky!"

Chen Yang complained secretly, and at the same time felt that Xia He gave him no longer the sense of security.

Yan Bihui clenched his fists tightly, his true energy was swelling, and his fist ignited the fire of will, wrapped around the huge fire in his heart, and hit the leopard's head.

Dong!

The two of them appeared in shape, and the leopard head-on caught Yan Bihui's fist, allowing the fire of innate will to burn his palms.

"You've slowed down."

The leopard's head was grinning.

"Don't let your mother go!"

The characteristic of the demon clan's innate transformation is: body!

The body shape and strength of the leopard head are beyond the innate nature of the human race. The only disadvantage is that it has a little low resistance to magical magic to the cultivators and cannot be like the innate nature of the human race. Using fists without any damage to the magic.

They often require brute force to perform physical breaking techniques, stack the thickest armor, and get the most poisonous beaten.

A demon clan with Qingyang Lotus has no shortcomings in physical fitness.

The two sides collided and punched each other and beat each other up.

Yan Bihui was practicing martial arts. He consciously protected the key points, using his arms and arms as the main defense, blocking the attack of the leopard head, and then roaming with steps and dodging first. The number of effective attacks is twice that of the leopard head.

The attack from the leopard head fell on the arm he used to block, causing some damage.

The fist of the leopard's head scattered like raindrops. Yan Bihui protected his head and dodged left and right, causing most of the attacks to fail, and only a few hit him.

Every heavy punch of this monster can cause Yan Bihui's muscles to be bruised, and even if the blocking and unloading force is blocked, it will suffer a certain impact.

Yan Bihui endured a storm-like offensive, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Most people can punch for about one minute in a row, and they will be forced to stop due to sore muscles.

This is still the output of standing stance. If you have more than ten punches in a second like a leopard head and can accurately land the point, you may be able to stop in less than two seconds.

The innate warriors have surpassed the limitations of ordinary creatures. Even if they take all their strength, the gap between the return of energy will not exceed 0:2 seconds.

If the rhythm is consciously slowed down, the innate warrior will not show signs of exhaustion, allowing others to seize the opportunity.

"Even if animals become spirits, they are not as proficient as we humans in fighting skills."

This thought flashed through his mind, and Yan Bihui saw that the attack rhythm of the leopard head was obviously slowing down.

He changed his defensive attitude and walked up close to his body. His bruised arms expanded visible to the naked eye, and he dodged to avoid the "weak" attack from the leopard head.

The big fist of the casserole contains his will fire and his innate true energy with strong destructive power, hitting the leopard's head's flank.

Bang!

The air wave exploded, and the leopard's head spit out a large mouthful of blood, and took a few steps back.

The leopard's head's kidney exploded, the fire of innate will broke through its physical defense, and the innate true qi deeply shattered his kidney.

This ready-to-go punch caused him to suffer a heavy blow.
Chapter completed!