Hearing Wang Zixuan's words, the Great Demon Ba Yanwang's face changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The radical method is useless to me!"

Nearly 1,000 Burmese practitioners swooped down from the mountain.

Because of the heavy boulder, the helicopter did not fly very high, and the boulder was only two meters above the ground.

Wang Zixuan's face was expressionless, he always didn't like killing, and tried his best to be kind to others, but today's killing is coming, and if he doesn't kill him, he will die.

The three Wa witches came up the fastest with scimitars in their hands, and they hung the scimitars with their mouths, grabbed the giant net with their hands, turned over and climbed on it, and soon jumped on top of the boulder.

Wang Zixuan in front of him stood there, as if he didn't notice anything, and the three Wa witches glanced at each other and walked over.

"Wang Zixuan, I already know who you are, I have already sent people to Xiangjiang and Siam to kill your whole family!" Seeing the movements of the three witches, Yan Wang opened his mouth to shout, attracting Wang Zixuan's attention.

"Damn!" Wang Zixuan's face sank, and with a knife in his hand, two frightened heads flew up, and the body fell down, intercepted by the giant net, and fell to the ground from the hole.

One of the remaining young witches was so frightened that the scimitar slipped and looked at the tip of the nose.

"You don't have any evil qi on you, there are not many evil things, sit down and watch!" Wang Zixuan said lightly, and the blade of the knife slapped her shoulder.

"Ah!" the young witch slumped down on the stone, her face frightened.

"Waste! Rush up, kill him!" Seeing that the witch missed, Yan Wang cursed and ordered.

The cultivators climbed and pounced like an ant colony, Wang Zixuan recited the Four Gods Talisman and the Golden Light Divine Mantra in his mouth, and the Sang Chong Secret Technique was pinched with his left hand, and his body was like the wind, and the cultivators in the Qi Realm were almost one by one.

One cultivator screamed and fell, and a cultivator beside him was frightened, Yan Wang slashed him to death with a knife, and the cultivator's charge accelerated again.

Yan Wang held the blood blade and quickly chased after him, he wanted to let his subordinates consume Wang Zixuan's strength, and then give a killing blow.

But he was soon disappointed, although Wang Zixuan was a little panting, his breath was long and his mana was endless.

Ah Zansong and the others on the helicopter secretly pinched a handful of sweat, and the ants bit the elephant to death, such a narrow area, so many cultivators besieged it, and many of them were in the Qi Realm, if they had already exhausted their mana, Master Wang was worthy of being a master of the Qi Realm.

Yan Wang and Ah Zansong didn't know that there was an endless stream of spiritual power provided to him from the boulder under Wang Zixuan's feet, so it caused Wang Zixuan's appearance of abundant mana.

A wizard in the back raised the bamboo pipe and was about to blow the arrow, Wang Zixuan shook his hand and inserted a gold-rimmed business card into the other party's choked throat.

As if it was a beginning, the business card in Wang Zixuan's hand flew out, circling back and forth, and the cultivators who climbed the boulder screamed one after another, and they were immediately cleared.

"Oh, he's running out of mana. Yan Wang agitated.

The boulder was stained red with blood, and in just a moment, Wang Zixuan had killed nearly a hundred people, and the young witches sitting in the pool of blood were stupid.

Wang Zixuan is still in the wind, wearing a white shirt without half a blood spot.

"Who else!" Wang Zixuan shook the blood on the knife, and the knife faced each other.

"He's bluffing, he's exhausted, hurry up!" Yan Wang said with an ugly face, and he was about to play in person.

Wang Zixuan snorted and sneered: "Do you only dare to let others die below, it turns out that the Burmese big demon Ba Yanwang is just a coward!"

"Don't think about your radical general's method in me, go up, be afraid of the former, kill!" Yan Wang was suspicious by nature, and he originally wanted to play in person, but he continued to command everyone.

Everyone hesitated a little, shouted a few times, and then attacked Wang Zixuan again, and for a while the boulder was chaotic, and the short soldiers were close to each other, and they collided with each other, which was very harsh.

The siege begins again!

The Great Demon Ba Yanwang took the opportunity to pinch the trick and recite the spell, but the spell fell on Wang Zixuan's body like a stone sinking into the sea, and he couldn't help but wonder: "The spell is not effective against him!"

At the same moment, Li Zhaotian, who was meditating and cultivating in the secret room, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said angrily: "Which bastard is cursing me!"

Wang Zixuan was dressed in white clothes, shaking gently with the wind, as if he was stepping on a cloud, his steps were light, dancing like a fairy, and he was conspicuous in the afterglow of the sunset.

Ten minutes passed, leaving countless corpses on the mountain road beneath the boulders.

Wang Zixuan was panting with a knife in his right hand, although he had abundant mana, his physical strength was also huge when he used Sang Chong's escape secret technique.

The general at the top of the mountain put down his binoculars and picked up the walkie-talkie: "I order, carpet shooting!"

"General, there are our men down there!" said one of the commanders.

"Wait any longer, they will leave the firing range, the guns have no eyes, you can only blame them for their bad luck! Execute the order!" Lieutenant General Su Yan said indifferently.

The rumbling cannon sounded again, and Ah Zansong on the plane hurriedly poured spiritual power into the bell.

Unexpectedly, the unsightly bell was like a bottomless giant hole, and Ah Zansong hurriedly called the other eight Great Rus, and they pressed their palms on Ah Zansong's body to support it.

The artillery fire was continuous, and the mountain roads were carpet bombed, and the first to bear the brunt were Yan Wang and other cultivators, no matter how strong they were, they were human flesh, and some cultivators died tragically on the spot.

"Bastard!" Iwawang's angry shouts were drowned out in the rumbling gunfire.

Seeing that Wang Zixuan was exhausted, there was a cannon fire.

General Su Yan on the top of the mountain sneered and muttered, "This is the order of the Yanwang commissioner!"

Wang Zixuan took the opportunity to rest and looked at the surviving young witch: "See, if you are with them, you will be lucky now." ”

"Will you kill me?" asked the Wa witch.

"I have always believed in the bodhisattva heart, the vajra method. Wang Zixuan said indifferently.

The Wa witch's face was pale, and the corpses on the road below were all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river.

But Wang Zixuan killed all the people who waved the knife at him, and all those who hesitated or showed mercy to his subordinates were injured and repulsed, and she also saw it with her own eyes, but she had the heart of a bodhisattva.

"Let's go by yourself, Yan Wang will do it himself, and he will no longer be able to protect you at that time! Wang Zixuan persuaded.

"It's useless, I still have family. The young witch shook her head bitterly.

"Su Yan, I'll settle accounts with you when I go back!Wang Zixuan, I want you to die!" During the interval between the artillery fire, the Great Demon Ba Yanwang cursed towards the mountain and roared angrily.

Several of his cronies were killed, and with such a dense artillery fire, even the cultivators of the Qi Concentration Realm who could predict the danger could not escape death, so he took six cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Concentration and flew up to the boulder and killed Wang Zixuan.

Without speculating for more than half a sentence, seven people swarmed up, hand-to-hand combat, colliding with each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wang Zixuan tried his best to parry, but three punches were difficult to defeat four hands, and he began to hang colors on his body.

"I'll go down!" said Azan Song on the plane, frowning.

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