Shangguan Junhao smiled in the face of Zhao Zimeng's ridicule.

Mo Guiji slowly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Don't think I'm a bully just because I'm old." ”

"I don't think you're a bully, I do my best to treat anyone, if I accidentally kill you, don't blame me!" Zhao Zimeng smiled coldly.

"Life and death are left to fate!"

"Tiger Claw!"

Mo Gui took the lead, stepped down the soles of his feet, and the stone bricks on the ground suddenly shattered, and his figure pounced on Zhao Zimeng, grabbed his palms, and tore them off fiercely.

"Whew!"

His claw slashed and the air screeched.

However, no matter how ferocious his offensive was, he couldn't touch Zhao Zimeng's figure. I saw Zhao Zimeng's figure fluttering, like a wisp of green smoke, and punched it, but the green smoke receded with the strong wind.

"This is a god-level exercise, smoke and walking!" Shangguan Junhao looked at this scene, his eyes flashed, and he secretly exclaimed, this body method is one of the most difficult body methods to cultivate, but he didn't expect it to be cultivated by Zhao Zimeng.

This smoke is quite peculiar, and it can be moved by force, especially the more ferocious the opponent's attack, the more it cannot be contaminated in the slightest.

"Mo Gui Period, how can this old guy be the opponent of Senior Brother!" Fu Yao chuckled.

As Fu Yao made up his mind, the blood in Mo Gui's body began to boil a little because of the continuation of the battle, his eyes became red, and his breath gradually became violent.

Zhao Zimeng's eyes flashed, and suddenly his figure turned, and he punched straight away.

Seeing this, Mo Hui gave a loud shout, and a punch burst out, and the air in front of him exploded, and the fierce power rushed straight to Zhao Zimeng.

However, at the moment when he was about to hit, Zhao Zimeng's body suddenly went up a little, and it was cleverly pointed on the strong wind, and his figure swept over the Mo Return Period.

At the same time, he slapped it with a palm and slapped it on the Tianling cover of the Mo Return Period.

A wisp of cool breath poured into Mo Gui Ji's body, calming down the boiling blood, but the breath became disordered. At this time, there was no need for Zhao Zimeng to make another move, and Mo Gui was a muffled snort, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the sky.

This scene undoubtedly caused an uproar in the sky.

"This period of no return has the cultivation of the Heaven Melting Realm, right?

"It's not that he's too weak, it's that the opponent is too strong!"

"I'm afraid Zhao Zimeng's cultivation is above the Triple Heaven of the Melting Heaven Realm, right?"

The members of the Bloodwrath were whispering.

Shangguan Junhao's eyes sank slightly, and he whispered: "I defeated Mo Gui with just the strength of my body, it seems that I am a few points stronger than me." ”

"Don't worry, this guy isn't dead, he's just fainted. Zhao Zimeng's eyes swept around, and he liked to look at the frightened looks of others.

"It doesn't matter if he's dead or not. Shangguan Junhao's expression was very calm.

"Oh, is it, then I'll kill all of you bloody people one by one!" Zhao Zimeng's face gradually became hideous.

"Then let's see if you have the ability!" Shangguan Junhao made a move, his mind moved, and between his eyebrows, a faint light appeared, as if turning into an illusory light and shadow.

"Whew!"

With the urging of Shangguan Junhao's cultivation power, I saw that the light on his eyebrows flashed, and it was actually a wisp of phantom long needle that had been transformed by divine thoughts shot out, shooting straight at Zhao Zimeng.

And when the Divine Thought Long Needle burst out, Zhao Zimeng was also immediately aware of it, and immediately his eyes sank, and said, "It turned out to be a Divine Thought Attack, how could it be so strong?"

Divine thought attack, very few people can do it, and it is not something that can be done if the cultivation is high, even the current Zhao Zimeng can't do it.

He was suspicious in his heart, but Zhao Zimeng didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, because although this divine attack seemed to have no momentum and did not harm the physical body at all, it was extremely destructive to the human spiritual world.

Once a person's spiritual world is injured, it is even more difficult to recuperate than to be physically wounded.

Therefore, Zhao Zimeng had to pay attention to it, and immediately used the boulder next to him to form a heavy defense.

"Whew!"

A subtle voice sounded, and a wisp of divine power drilled into his eyes, and he saw a long needle of divine thought shot through the boulder, shooting directly between his eyebrows.

Zhao Zimeng's eyebrows tingled slightly, and his face became more and more solemn, just because the divine thought needle was quite sharp, and it actually pierced his defense heavily.

"You have provoked me! If you want to find death, I will fulfill you!" Zhao Zimeng's eyes flickered, and then a sneer broke out at the corner of his mouth, if it was a divine attack, I am afraid that he was really not Shangguan Junhao's opponent now, but if he wanted to compete with his fists and feet, then Shangguan Junhao would never be able to defeat him.

He used his whole body to cultivate, concentrated his strength on his right fist, and suddenly a fiery red light appeared, jumped into the air, and smashed towards Shangguan Junhao.

"After being attacked by my divine thoughts, you can actually fight back immediately......" Shangguan Junhao was surprised for too long, just as Zhao Zimeng's fiery red fist was about to hit him, an incredible scene occurred.

I saw Shangguan Junhao's feet step down heavily, and the ground was instantly penetrated by dozens of zhang, and at the same time, people also entered the ground.

"How much strength does it take to break through the ground......" Huang San and the other Rakshasa Gate protectors were a little shocked.

Zhao Zimeng's attack failed, but fortunately he retracted his strength in time, otherwise it would definitely produce strong fluctuations on the ground, and it might accidentally injure Fuyao and the others.

"Shangguan Junhao, you shrunken turtle, you have the ability to hide underground for the rest of your life and not come out!" Zhao Zimeng shouted vigorously.

"Who said I was hiding?" Shangguan Junhao's voice suddenly appeared, but it didn't come from underground.

In the air! At some point, Shangguan Junhao had already jumped into the air from another place, still holding a silver stick in his hand.

It was a god-level weapon, the Stick, which could change its weight according to the user's mind, and could weigh up to a thousand catties! The amazing thing is that no matter how the weight changes, his size will not change.

"Take me a stick!" Shangguan Junhao changed the weight of the sticks to the maximum, and injected all his strength into it, and the weight of the sticks suddenly increased several times.

Of course, with Zhao Zimeng's cultivation, he could see that this blow had an unusually powerful lethality, so he tied up his horse, concentrated his strength on both hands, and directly took Shangguan Junhao's full blow.

Both of them looked bad, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down their cheeks.

After a stalemate, Zhao Zimeng's legs were a little weak, and Shangguan Junhao couldn't support it.