Zhu Xianyao is the eldest lady of the Zhu family, the heir of the first line, and she must not be lost. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

So he can only resist!

Hard resistance!

For the first time, Uncle Eleven's body protection mask appeared, and at the same time, the red tide swept forward, and he made a head-on confrontation with Zhang Tingyue and others.

At the same time, the attacks from Zhang Tingyue and others were also surging, and the two powerful forces once again hedged, but this time, Uncle Eleven did not take advantage of the unprecedented. The sky-high tide swept up, blowing in both directions at the same time, Zhang Tingyue and the others were certainly shocked and retreated, and Uncle Eleven's face also showed a rare flush.

He blocked this blow, but the cost to him was also huge.

The battle of the Demon Emperor has always been not based on hard combat, but the main combat method is to come and go without a trace. It is not impossible to suppress everyone by force, but after all, it is not the norm, and it is okay to do it occasionally, but it is not possible to use it for a long time.

But just when he thought that he had solved this trouble, Zhang Tingyue had realized something and shouted loudly: "Attack that woman!"

Said with his palm.

Aoki palm, thorn hand!

Under Aoki's palm, everything grows, thorns are overgrown, and branches are grown, forming a green natural enemy, directly trapping Zhu Xianyao, making her unable to retreat.

The others also realized this, and at the same time attacked Zhu Xianyao, Zhong Shishi even brushed the ground, and three blood clones in a row killed Zhu Xianyao from different directions.

Uncle Eleven was furious, and slapped out three palms in a row, hitting Zhong Fourteen's three blood clones. But what he was facing was not a Zhong Fourteen, and at the same time as he took Zhong Fourteen's attack, more attacks came one after another.

Originally, Uncle Eleven could dodge seven or eight out of ten of these attacks with his speed, and the remaining two or three percent could easily resist with his strength.

But now, ninety percent of the attacks were directed at Zhu Xianyao.

He can't hide anymore, he can only resist!

Rumble!

The red tide swept and the flood flooded, and Uncle Eleven resisted the full impact of more than 20 people with the strength of one person.

Or Zheng Bashan.

Among so many people, except for Zhong Shixi, she has the strongest attack.

A wild and unbeatable punch hit Uncle Eleven in the back.

Bang!

The shroud shattered.

Uncle Eleven staggered forward and took a step, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Eleven!" Zhu Xianyao screamed.

For the first time, wounded in battle.

Although he pulled Zheng Bashan away with a palm in the next moment, the blood on the corner of his mouth gave everyone a confidence and let them see the hope of victory.

So the attack became more and more ferocious.

One by one, they rushed up and flew out again. But as long as you don't die, you will come back.

They know very well that the other party has the intention of killing, and if they don't fight at this time, they will definitely die.

Before the battle, Uncle Eleven's expression had always been calm and calm.

For him, the battle was meant to be nothing more than a massacre. Except for Zhang Tingyue, Zheng Bashan, and Zhong Shishi, these three people are worth his effort and effort, and the others are not even worth his effort.

In his eyes, this battle is a game.

So he's at ease, so he's so tidy.

But when the attack turned to Zhu Xianyao, everything was different.

In order to protect Zhu Xianyao, Uncle Eleven can be said to be exhausted.

Not only was he unable to dodge the attack, but sometimes he even had to sacrifice himself to defend Zhu Xianyao from damage. Those small injuries that may have been insignificant to him could have been fatal to Zhu Xianyao.

In this case, the situation took a turn for the worse, and Uncle Eleven no longer had the advantage.

Zhu Yanniang and the others also realized that something was wrong, the eldest lady of the Zhu family was beaten as a weakness, and the situation was no longer as before, and they rushed over at the same time.

It's just that although Zhuchen and Zhu Yanniang are also sexual, they are not the real demon emperor bloodline, they are actually the children of the Zhu family, and the bloodline is also a transplanted miscellaneous bloodline, so the strength is lower. The most important thing is that their experience is actually similar to Uncle Eleven, because Zhu Xianyao is not only Uncle Eleven's weakness, but also the weakness of all of them!

Strike!

Another Zheng family guard rushed towards Zhu Xianyao.

Although he was slapped away by Uncle Eleventh in the next moment, and then dodged Zhong Fourteen's long sword with a flash, he was still slashed by the sword across his arm.

A trace of sword qi penetrated through his body, eroding his body. With this level of sword qi, Uncle Eleven could have solved it with a single operation, but now he didn't even have time to solve it.

Because Jiang Tao had already rushed to Zhu Xianyao's side, he broke her block with one palm, and pressed her chest with the next palm.

Uncle Eleven's body was like a ghost, disappeared out of thin air, appeared directly beside Jiang Tao, and pressed his palm on Jiang Tao's back.

"Ah!" Jiang Tao screamed miserably, looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood, spraying all the immortals all over their faces. Then he folded his arm back violently, as if he had no bones, and pushed it out behind him, hitting Uncle Eleven's chest, Uncle Eleven's red tide appeared in front of him, blocking this palm, and then punched Jiang Tao in the chest, blasting a big hole in his chest, and even shattering his heart.

But in order to kill Jiang Tao, he also lost the opportunity to dodge the attacks of Hong Ming and Zheng Bashan behind.

At that moment, Uncle Eleven raised his head, and a strange sound came out of his throat. The phantom of the blood fox behind her reappeared, and if there was substance, it suddenly rolled up, hit Zheng Bashan, grabbed her arm and pulled it like this, and ripped her arm off again. He would rather be stabbed by Hong Ming than punched by Zheng Bashan, although this woman is only the peak of Kaiyang, her strength is no less than that of ordinary shaking masters, and she is definitely a fighting genius.

At the same time, Hong Ming's knife had fallen behind Uncle Eleven's back. At the moment when the sword intent reached the body, Hong Ming's knife body suddenly flashed, and a terrifying air flow poured into Uncle Eleven's body, and suddenly exploded a piece of blood.

"Whew!" Uncle Eleven let out a cry of extreme pain, and slapped Hong Ming with his backhand, and the red tide was surging, knocking him out.

It's just that Hong Ming's blow still caused him to suffer the heaviest damage since the battle, and a terrifying blood hole exploded in his entire back.

He never expected Hong Ming to launch such a powerful attack, and Uncle Eleven was shocked and angry.

Hong Ming vomited blood and fell to the ground, and said with a smile: "This is the fate of underestimating me!"

As a nobleman of a family, who hasn't pressed the goods at the bottom of the box?

Underestimate the opponent and are destined to pay a heavy price!

After completing this blow, Hong Ming couldn't get up for a while, but Zheng Bashan continued to walk casually, and his broken arm grew out again, like a Xiao Qiang who couldn't be killed. Just look at her again, and you will find that in this time, this woman seems to have lost a lot of weight.

Although she still looks fat, she no longer feels inhuman.

At this moment, he turned over and got up, the tiger roared and rushed out, and it was another fist of no return, there was no return, and he smashed the yellow dragon.

Seeing that Uncle Eleven was about to block again.

At this moment, a warrior from all the families rushed out of the stab and hugged Zheng Bashan: "Swear to protect the eldest lady!"

Zheng Bashan was furious, and slammed his backhand on the back of the warrior, and the warrior sprayed blood wildly, but he held her to death.

Zheng Bashan took out three palms in a row and hit the top of the warrior's head, this warrior probably practiced some source skills such as iron head skills, but it was not broken, but his face was covered with blood, staring at Zheng Bashan, and then he gradually lost his breath. Even if he died, he didn't let go, and was kicked away by Zheng Bashan three times in a row.

At the short moment when she was entangled, the other warriors and Zhu Chen and others also desperately defended Zhu Xianyao.

Uncle Eleven took advantage of the situation to counterattack.

This is his last chance to counterattack.

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PS: Today and tomorrow are double shifts, let me take a breath and rest.