"Origin Heavenly Technique, Fire Snake Dance!" The fourth elder shouted, and a crimson fire snake danced wildly, frantically impacting the dark brown hard puppet that was bound around Zhao Hu's body.

The hard puppet resisted stubbornly, and for a while, he didn't let Zhao Hu escape.

"Damn! Sun Qi, you will only use these indiscriminate methods, don't you dare to fight me head-on?" Zhao Hu couldn't break free, so he had to scold.

"I don't know what to say, I only know that what can defeat others is a good means, let's die!" Sun Qi's face was furious, and he punched Zhao Hu, who wanted to die but couldn't move.

Iron Beast Fist!

At this critical moment, an angry roar came, and then the light blue water curtain came across the sky, slamming into Sun Qi, who was stunned.

Origin Heavenly Art: Water Curtain Covers the Sky!

The one who came to support was naturally Zhao Long. He knew that Sun Qi was difficult, and as soon as he made a move, he was his own Origin Heavenly Technique. Only in this way can we fully exert the effect of encircling Wei and saving Zhao.

Missing the opportunity to kill Zhao Hu made Sun Qi a little annoyed, but he couldn't force Zhao Hu's attack by Zhao Long's Origin Heavenly Technique. Otherwise, even if he gets lucky, he will die. This loss-making deal is as cunning as Sun Qi would never have done it.

Really helpless, Sun Qi had to turn his fist into a claw, and his body forcibly flipped over to meet the menacing light blue water curtain.

The razor-sharp black tiger claws gripped at the rushing water curtain, which was overwhelmed, and it took a few breaths to tear it apart. Although he successfully blocked Zhao Long's attack, Sun Qi himself was not comfortable, and his face turned a little sickly pale.

When he fought with Ye Chenfeng before, he forcibly broke through the spirit platform to gain a temporary surge in strength. Now that the time of recuperation is too short, he has not recovered. Fighting with Zhao Long and Zhao Hu today, he has lost his previous calmness.

And no matter what Sun Qi did, Zhao Longyang did not hesitate to succeed, and with the cooperation of Zhao Hu, he broke the hard puppet that bound Zhao Hu in one fell swoop. Zhao Hu, who had regained his freedom, couldn't help but feel relieved in his heart, he stared at Sun Qi with a bad stomach with an unkind face, and wanted to break his body into pieces.

On the other side, the battle between Ye Chenfeng and Song Zhiming was also in full swing. At this time, Song Zhiming was very depressed, because he found that after the last battle, the young man's combat experience in front of him had improved a lot, and he had become more difficult. Isn't it possible that co-authoring himself has become his free tool to improve his combat experience?

However, compared to the depressed mood, Song Zhiming was more surprised. Because he found that as time went by, Ye Chenfeng was so embarrassed at the beginning that he could barely keep up with Song Zhiming's attack rhythm. After just an hour of kung fu, Ye Chenfeng was able to fight back between his attacks!

What's even more unbelievable is that although Ye Chenfeng can't have the upper hand now, he has been able to steadily not fall behind, and this speed of progress is really beyond the scope of Song Zhiming's understanding.

Besides, after such a long battle, the consumption of aura is very huge. As a ninth-level peak celestial, Song Zhiming was still a little struggling, but he Ye Chenfeng's aura of a small fifth-level celestial priest seemed to be still abundant, which made Song Zhiming, who was going to fight a protracted battle to kill Ye Chenfeng, a little annoyed, but more confused.

In fact, Song Zhiming didn't know that the aura in Ye Chenfeng's body should have run out a long time ago. However, Ye Chenfeng had an "aura supplement": the Flame Burst Blood Pattern Tiger.

How experienced the Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger is to know that a suitable opponent is rare. Although Song Zhiming's strength was stronger than Ye Chenfeng's, it was also within the range that Ye Chenfeng could bear. If Ye Chenfeng had enough aura support, after a long battle with Song Zhiming, Ye Chenfeng's combat experience would increase by geometric multiples, which would be of unprecedented help to Ye Chenfeng.

It is reasonable to make sense, even if he is as serious and rigid as the Explosive Flame Blood Pattern Tiger, it is rare to temporarily agree to let Ye Chenfeng use external force to make up for the huge gap in the abundance of spiritual energy.

Song Zhiming finally came to his senses, and if he wanted to defeat the treacherous young man in front of him, the only way to kill him with one blow was to use the most ruthless tricks. Thinking of this, Song Zhiming no longer hesitated, and when the seal was moving, he launched his hole cards.

Origin Heavenly Technique: Flesh Metalization!

In an instant, Song Zhiming's white Shizi suit was torn into pieces of rags, and his half-fruited body was covered with a dense layer of dark gold cuticle, which looked full of texture. At this time, Ye Chenfeng followed with another Lei Yang finger, and the offensive rhythm was also pressing step by step.

After the Lei Yang finger came into contact with Song Zhiming's body covered with the dark golden cuticle, it emitted a series of piercing metal grinding sounds. Unfortunately, with the advent of the metal cuticle, the originally tried and tested Lei Yang finger gradually became ineffective. After all, with the increase of that auxiliary second-level origin heavenly technique, in terms of physical strength alone, ordinary first-level heavenly masters could not match.

"It seems that Song Zhifang is going to move seriously. Ye Chenfeng secretly sighed pity. Originally, Ye Chenfeng still wanted to use Song Zhiming as a solid stone to hone himself, but obviously, this "solid stone" did not plan to give himself a chance to hone again.

"If you don't show your hole cards again, I'm afraid you're going to lose. Song Zhiming stimulated Ye Chenfeng with words, wanting to mess with him.

"You don't have to worry about that. Ye Chenfeng ignored it. He secretly urged the Jiaolong Secret Pattern behind him, and his strength instantly increased to a seventh-level celestial. Immediately after, the blue palm of Ye Chenfeng's right hand flashed. He stepped on the thunderbolt, and slapped the palm towards Song Zhiming in a virtual shape.

Thunder Yang Palm!

With the slight improvement of the Thunder Spirit Phantom Dance, this Thunder Yang Palm was obviously a lot higher than the ordinary inferior intermediate Heavenly Technique. Coupled with the delivery of the ghostly speed of the Thunder Spirit Phantom Dance, even with Song Zhiming's speed, he couldn't dodge it, so he had to take this palm hard.

Golden sand burial well!

Song Zhiming pointed his fingers at his dark golden body, and suddenly the dark golden cuticle slowly fell off, and it was scattered into a dark golden dense golden sand.

"Go!" Song Zhiming's index finger pointed at Ye Chenfeng, who was stunned, as if he was giving orders. Sure enough, this golden sand in the sky made a sharp roar, overwhelmingly surging towards Ye Chenfeng, who handed over a palm, like a doomsday disaster!

"Break it for me!" Ye Chenfeng's move has been released, but it is difficult to take it back. As a last resort, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and slap the increased Lei Yang palm towards the golden sand that covered the sky.

Boom! The golden sand in the sky collided violently with the Lei Yang palm, and Ye Chenfeng felt that his offensive was like a cow sinking into the quagmire, with brute force in vain, but it was useless.

On the other hand, the piece of golden sand seemed to have life, and it easily dissolved Lei Yang's palm after repeated squirming.

Song Zhiming sneered, he waved his big hand, and the wriggling golden sand exploded towards Ye Chenfeng like a hungry wolf pounced.

Seeing this, Ye Chenfeng tapped his toes lightly, narrowly and narrowly avoiding this deadly attack. It's just that on the wasteland around Ye Chenfeng, under the tireless attack of Jin Sha, shocking shallow pits have been formed.

Regardless of the victory or defeat of these small fights of the Heavenly Scholar rank, the battle circle on the other side, which only belongs to the Heavenly Master, is full of dangers.

"Bloody palms!" Zhao Tianhua gritted his teeth and roared.

"Frost and Freezing Days!" Wu Ming's offensive was also quite good.

Song Qing didn't dare to slack off, to such an extent, a careless person could lose everything. He slapped his palm against the dark brown ground beneath his feet, and a sinister aura poured into it.

Dark Cage!

Before the words fell, the two non-angry black stone tigers slowly floated up with a roar, and the tiger's mouth opened angrily, and a suction force instantly pulled the two people in front of them who had no time to react into the illusory space inside the stone tiger. The two of them were in shock, and two black peeks of rancid smell burst towards them.

Although the two of them didn't know the details of this black light, they didn't dare to underestimate it, and immediately used their spiritual power to block it.

In this regard, Song Zhiming smiled disdainfully, but did not say much, just quietly looked at the two people who were suppressed and dying in the black stone tiger, and seemed to be in their chests.

Sure enough, even though the two of them were fully prepared for defense, when the mysterious black light really descended on them, they realized that they still underestimated the power of the black light.

Poof! The black alien light easily pierced through the spiritual defense and burrowed into the two of them. Zhao Tianhua was the first to notice the strangeness, the originally condensed spiritual power in his body was impregnated by this black strange light, and there was a tendency to disintegrate!

Secretly screaming is not good, Zhao Tianhua used the spiritual power in his body, wanting to drive the black strange light out. It's a pity that the black light is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the degree of difficulty is outrageous. Zhao Tianhua worked hard, but he could only dissolve a very small part of the black light in his body.

Wu Mingshang, who was in the other black stone tiger, could see Zhao Tianhua's movements, and he muttered for a moment before reminding him loudly: "Big brother, this black light is too weird, I am afraid it is the most unique substance in that black stone tiger." Presumably, if you break the blockade of the black stone tiger, this black strange light will be self-defeating!"

Hearing this, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Tianhua's mind, he no longer hesitated, and when the seal law was urged, a three-foot ice sword exuding a yin and cold aura drilled out of Zhao Tianhua's body.

Ice Sword!

The ice sword in his hand exuded a piercing cold aura, which lifted Zhao Tianhua's spirits, and he had confidence in his heart, waving the ice sword in his hand and slashing towards this illusory space.

Zhao Tianhua roared angrily, as if he had drained all his body's strength with a sword slashing heavily into the void sweat space. After a muffled sound, this illusory space was like an afterimage in the water, and it finally shattered into nothingness after shaking violently.

Zhao Tianhua, who broke free, gasped for breath, and before he could rest for a while, Song Qing's fierce killing move had already slammed into Wu Ming, who was still detained in the illusory space!

Wu Ming, who was in danger, had a trace of despair in his cold eyes, he couldn't force out the black light in his body at this time, and he didn't have the Ice Spirit Sword to help him break through the illusory space formed by the black stone tiger. He is helpless, could he really be buried in the hands of this villain today?