Yang Mao led his subordinates, three layers inside and three layers outside, like iron buckets, and surrounded Wei Shihao and Mo Qing tightly.

Wei Shihao looked at Yang Mao and said, "Sure enough, as I expected, a despicable and shameless person like you will definitely do such a despicable and shameless thing." ”

Yang Mao said: "Wei Shihao, you hurry up and play tricks, you won't be able to speak anymore after a while." ”

Wei Shihao said: "I want to hurry up and talk to you more, but that's not because I'm about to lose my words, but because you can't hear me anymore." ”

Yang Mao sneered and said, "Wei Shihao, you got up in the morning to drink, right? Now you are still in a daze, you don't open your eyes to take a closer look, do you think a few of you can escape from my net?"

In order to put Wei Shihao to death, Yang Mao mobilized all the backbone forces in his hands, and Wei Shihao and Mo Qing had less than fifty disciples around them.

Quantitative change can produce qualitative change, and the hundreds or thousands of people under Yang Mao have gathered into a force, even if Wei Shihao has the eightfold cultivation of the Spirit Martial Realm, it will be difficult to parry.

Yang Mao was proud, thinking that he had eaten Wei Shihao, but Wei Shihao was not in a hurry, and said: "Yang Mao, do you think you can kill me if you set up this formation?"

Yang Mao's expression was dazed, and he said: "Okay, you have blown a lot of, and I have heard enough, let's die!"

Yang Mao waved his hand, and the disciples charged Wei Shihao and Mo Qing like a tide.

Mo Qing stood there, holding the spell in his hand and reciting the incantation, and a black vortex appeared in the void.

Yang Mao looked at the black whirlpool, frowned, and thought, what's the matter, is it possible that Wei Shihao still has a back hand?

Yang Mao was thinking in his heart, when he saw that the black whirlpool was getting bigger and bigger, and a purple blood group disciple in uniform came out of the whirlpool.

Yang Mao was taken aback and was stunned.

Looking at Yang Mao's appearance, Wei Shihao laughed and said, "Boy, aren't you just relying on the crowds? You have someone, and I have someone!"

Mo Qing opened the spatial vortex and transferred all the elite soldiers and strong generals under Wei Shihao to start a decisive battle with Yang Mao in this Qingfeng Forest.

At this moment, it was too late for Yang Mao to escape, so he could only bite the bullet and rush forward with his subordinates.

The people under Yang Mao and Wei Shihao rushed together, swords and swords, shouting to kill the heavens.

These people were originally members of the Purple Blood Regiment and were allies of one camp, but now, for the sake of Yang Mao and Wei Shihao, the friendly army has become enemies, and they have to kill each other.

Killing and killing, all that was shed was the blood of the purple blood group.

Wei Shihao brandished two scimitars and slashed at Yang Mao's men, splitting the disciples into two or three sections, blood splattered, and heads rolled.

With a spear in hand, Mo Qing overturned a few disciples, ran to Wei Shihao's side, and said, "Commander Wei, capture the thief and capture the king first, you have to kill Yang Mao." ”

Wei Shihao felt that Mo Qing's words made sense, as soon as Yang Mao died, these people under him had to disarm and surrender, these people had a little combat effectiveness, and they would have to use it for themselves in the future.

Wei Shihao beckoned to Mo Qing, "Sir, come with me to kill Yang Mao." ”

Wei Shihao was looking for Yang Mao, and Yang Mao was also looking for Wei Shihao, the two of them saw each other from a distance, their eyes were facing each other, and they were angry.

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Yang Mao held a short axe and rushed towards Wei Shihao, who brandished two scimitars and ran towards Yang Mao.

The two of them rolled up the wind, and their axes flickered, chopping all the little minions that were in the way in front of them into pieces.

Mo Qing wanted to follow behind Wei Shihao to help in the battle, but several hall masters under Yang Mao stopped Mo Qing, and Mo Qing had to deal with them. The battle between Wei Shihao and Yang Mao turned into a heads-up between two people.

Yang Mao's face was hideous, he raised his axe, and slashed it down on Wei Shihao's head. Wei Shihao raised a scimitar to block Yang Mao's axe, and then swung another scimitar and slashed towards Yang Mao's stomach.

Yang Mao stretched out his other hand and summoned a shield to protect it in front of him. Wei Shihao's scimitar slashed at the shield, and with a bang, the surrounding space was in turmoil.

Wei Shihao held two scimitars, Yang Mao held an axe in one hand and a shield in the other, and the two faced each other, neither of them would retreat, no one would give in, and they would fight.

You slash, I slash, one after another swords and axes bloomed, Wei Shihao and Yang Mao fought for more than a hundred rounds, regardless of victory or defeat.

Yang Mao and Wei Shihao were both cultivators of the eightfold Lingwu Realm, but Wei Shihao's combat power was a little stronger than Yang Mao's. Within a hundred rounds, the two were evenly matched, and after a hundred rounds, Yang Mao gradually fell into disadvantage.

Yang Mao took a few steps back, wanting to use his martial arts to kill Wei Shihao. Dumbo eBook

Seeing that Yang Mao had retreated, Wei Shihao took advantage of the victory to pursue, raised his scimitar, and shouted: "The surname Yang, where are you going!"

Wei Shihao rushed towards Yang Mao, Yang Mao put away the axe and shield, pinched the magic trick in his hand, recited the incantation, and there was a rumbling sound, and a huge shield appeared in front of Yang Mao.

Wei Shihao slashed at this shield with a knife, feeling that this shield was full of spiritual power, and it was difficult to split it with brute force. Wei Shihao turned around, trying to bypass the shield and slash Yang Mao from the side.

There was a bang, and a round arc-shaped shield appeared around Yang Mao, like a big tomb, wrapping Yang Mao inside.

Wei Shihao slashed with the scimitar, and it took a lot of strength, and he didn't even cut out a gap.

Wei Shihao took a few breaths, put away his scimitar, pinched the magic trick in his hand, recited the spell in his mouth, and also performed a strange martial art.

Yang Mao hid in the shield defense array, feeling that Wei Shihao had stopped attacking, he used a spell to observe Wei Shihao's movements.

The huge shields protected Yang Mao, and the shields were painted with various patterns, most of them were face patterns, and those faces were painted with eyes, and one by one the eyes moved, widened, and looked towards Wei Shihao.

The scenes seen by these eyes can be transmitted to Yang Mao's eyes as soon as possible, which is equivalent to Yang Mao's eyes, and Wei Shihao's actions can be seen clearly.

I saw a golden light burst out from the top of Wei Shihao's head, and this golden light turned into a seven-colored mountain in the air, which was composed of seven stones in seven colors: black, white, red, yellow, blue, green, and brown.

Yang Mao looked at the seven-colored mountain in the sky through the eyes on the shield, inexplicably.

Wei Shihao roared, and the red stones on the Seven Colors Mountain flew up, turned into raging fire, and burned towards Yang Mao's shield defense array, and suddenly burned into a sea of fire, drowning the shield defense array.

Yang Mao gritted his teeth and kept injecting spiritual power into the shield defense array to resist the burning of the sea of fire.

However, the power of this sea of fire was too great, and after a while, Yang Mao couldn't hold it anymore, and the beads of sweat the size of beans crackled and came out of his body, and the scorching breath seeped in through the shield defense array, roasting Yang Mao's skin and flesh tight.

Yang Mao thought to himself, he couldn't fight with Wei Shihao anymore, and if he continued to fight, he would have to suffer.

As he spoke, Yang Mao opened the shield defense array and rushed into the distance as fast as he could, even so, Yang Mao's body was still burned by the flames, burning him to the core.

Yang Mao rushed out a few hundred meters away, rushed behind his minions, and ordered the minions, "Quickly block Wei Shihao!"

Those minions under Yang Mao, who didn't know whether they were dead or alive, carried their blades, and rushed towards Wei Shihao with the strength of the crowd.

Wei Shihao urged the fire to turn into a long dragon, fangs and claws, and pounced on the minions who rushed towards him.

With a snort, the minions were burned by the fire dragon, and before they could even make a slight resistance, they turned into a pile of ashes.

Wei Shihao burned more than a dozen minions, and the rest of the minions were so frightened that they dared to resist, only hating their father and mother for having two legs less, and turned around and ran.

The minions all ran away, and Yang Mao was directly exposed in front of Wei Shihao, who urged the fire dragon to burn towards Yang Mao.

Yang Mao hurriedly released his spirit treasure, a huge shield, like a city wall, with a bang, fell to the ground, protecting Yang Mao.

The shield was painted with the face of an evil ghost, the evil ghost stared at the vicious eyes, opened its big mouth, and sucked it hard, sucking the fire dragon released by Wei Shihao into its mouth.

The demon closed his mouth, as if tasting the taste, smacked his lips, burped, and exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth and nose.

Wei Shihao was stunned for a moment, and then mobilized a blue stone from the Seven Colors Mountain, and the blue stone turned into a monstrous flood and rushed towards the giant shield.

The demon on the shield opened its mouth, but still sucked it hard, sucking the gushing water into its mouth.

Wei Shihao felt that this big water couldn't contain Yang Mao's shield spirit treasure, so he hurriedly took back the blue stone, and mobilized the yellow stone, and the yellow stone turned into a spear with cold light, and stabbed down according to the demon shield.

The demon looked at the spear that stabbed it, and looked surprised. With a thud, the spear stabbed the face of the demon's shield, and the demon let out a scream.

The spirit treasure and the martial artist are connected to each other, and the demon shield was damaged, Yang Mao's heart ached, and he hurriedly retreated.

Wei Shihao smiled proudly and said, "Yang Mao, you should be finished now, right?"

Wei Shihao urged a giant spear more than ten meters long to stab at Yang Mao, Yang Mao pinched the magic trick in his hand, recited a few incantations, and there was a bang, and a cloud of smoke exploded in front of Yang Mao, and the smoke dispersed, revealing shields.

Wei Shihao looked at these shields and was very surprised, these shields not only had a face, but also limbs.

The shields jumped up and down, rushed forward, stretched out their hands, grabbed the giant spear with all their hands and feet, and screamed, opened their mouths, and bit down on the giant spear, and rattled the giant spear.