"Ahem!"

Cain fell to his knees, gulping blood, bloody holes all over his body, and beads of blood bubbled out of his body.

"Didn't this guy get injured by a nuclear bomb, how could he be so strong?"

According to common sense, normal people should have been wiped out in the explosion of the nuclear bomb a long time ago, and even if they could survive, they would inevitably lack arms and legs.

If the white-clothed sword immortal survived from the sea of blood with great injury, Cain would still be able to understand it, but now the white-clothed young man in front of him is obviously the same strength as he was in the sea of blood at that time, and he has not seen a trace of decline.

What's going on here?

Wang Tu snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved his palm to create a palm wind, smashing the spikes that pinned the sect masters to the wall.

Then, Wang Tu stepped forward, lifted Huang Yuanzhi who had fallen to the ground, and shot out a healing spiritual power to heal his internal injuries.

Huang Yuanzhi's whole person was surrounded by a turquoise aura, and he looked at the king disciple in front of him in a daze, and said sluggishly.

"Alliance leader, is it really you?"

Wang Tu nodded.

"Brother Huang, it's been a hard work. ”

Then, the king disciple stood up, faced all the injured members of the Wang League, raised his hand, and shot out a series of healing spiritual power.

"Not afraid of strong enemies of foreign races, desperately guarding the mountain gate of the Wang League, worthy of being a member of my Wang League, very good. ”

As soon as the king finished speaking, he heard Vlad III let out an earth-shattering shout.

"Don't be too proud, white-clothed sword fairy!"

Hundreds of spikes burst out of Vlad III's body, shooting at the king's disciples with an aura that almost overshadowed the entire mountain gate of the royal league.

"Boom!"

The king turned around, and the red crystal long sword slashed through, and all the spikes burst open in an instant, and the sword light pierced Vlad III's chest.

Elizabeth and Cain hugged Vlad III's body and looked at the royal disciple dozens of meters away, both trembling slightly.

"Vlad, it seems that the nuclear bomb has no effect on him at all, we are not opponents at all, withdraw it!"

A cold sweat dripping from his forehead, Cain spoke.

Although Vlad III felt humiliated and unwilling, he still nodded.

Cain helped Vlad III up, looked at the white-clothed sword fairy, and squeezed out a smile.

"White-clothed Sword Immortal, you are very strong, whether it is a nuclear weapon bombardment or the three ancestors of the blood clan joining forces, they can't defeat you. ”

"But as long as the Blood Ancestor is here, you won't be able to defeat my Blood Clan!"

Wang Tu smiled coldly and opened his mouth to respond.

"What, you want to run?"

"Do you think I'm going to let this happen?"

After speaking, Wang Tu raised his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at the three ancestors of the blood clan, and attacked it with an attack that cut through the air.

"Hmph!" Cain gritted his teeth in the face of the king's attack, and said to his companion.

"Elizabeth, Vlad, you owe me a great favor this time!"

Everyone saw that Cain actually raised his right hand, which was full of claws, and stabbed it into his right eye.

"Poof!"

In the midst of the blood splashing, everyone saw that Cain had actually gouged out his right eye!

It's the king's disciple, and when he saw this infiltrating scene, he couldn't help but pause slightly. And Cain, whose face was dripping with blood, showed an unbridled smile when he saw everyone's surprise.

In fact, Cain's right eye, which had long been damaged, was present in his socket, and was not a prosthetic eye, but a magic weapon.

The magic weapon of medium-grade space, the pupil of blood.

I saw Cain's five fingers of his right hand force and pinch the eyeball alive.

"Smack!"

With the crisp sound of glass cracking, the shattered magic weapon burst out countless scarlet blood gas, covering the entire top of Yandang Mountain.

In the middle of the sky, a huge black pit slowly emerged, like a black hole, and slowly sucked Cain into it.

"Hahahaha, the white-clothed sword fairy, there will be a period later!"

Cain's body lifted off the ground, he hugged Vlad III with his left hand, and Elizabeth with his right hand, and said with a smile to the king.

The king's face sank, and the red crystal sword came out of his hand, stabbing at Cain's body, but was stopped by an invisible prohibition halfway through.

"Bell!"

The Red Crystal Sword was flicked away and returned to the right hand of the king, and the Three Ancestors of the Blood Clan were also sucked into the black hole and disappeared. Then, the blood and qi dissipated, and the sky gradually returned to its original color, leaving only a mess on Yandang Mountain.

The members of the Wang Alliance are okay, after all, they have seen the strength of the Wang disciples many times, and it is not difficult for him to defeat the three ancestors of the blood clan alone.

But those who came to Yandang Mountain from Japan, H, and Tianzhu to find fault are different.

It had been a long time since they had seen Wang Tu exert their strength face to face, and at this time, they were all stupid to see Wang Tu severely damage the three ancestors of the blood clan unscathed.

"Hmph, did you escape? ”

Wang Tu snorted coldly, turned his head, and looked at those who came to Yandang Mountain to find fault, with a dead chill in his eyes.

"Next, it's up to you. ”

Haruaki Ashiya who was the first to react.

If you don't run away, you'll die.

Realizing this, Ashiya Harumi let out a loud shout, mobilized a mana, and at the same time commanded all the onmyoji who were still alive, and shouted.

"Let's go!"

When the onmyoji heard Ashiya Harumi say this, they first froze slightly, and then they all understood, and they raised their hands to pinch out a magic trick, starting from their feet, and their bodies slowly dissipated like black smoke and floated into the air.

And Ashiya Qingming's whole person also turned into a gust of cloudy wind, pushing the huge black smoke to float away from the top of Yandang Mountain, and he was about to leave Yandang Mountain.

"What are you kidding, who's going to confront that kind of monster!"

After turning into a cloudy wind, Harumi Ashiya thought that he had finally escaped, and let out an exclamation.

Wang Tu's strength is far beyond his imagination, and compared to the duel with himself in Japan back then, it is like two people.

And at the front of the direction of the black cloud and the wind, a young man in white stood here, looking at him coldly.

"How is that possible!"

Ashiya Harumi fled for a full few minutes, and the king disciple actually reached the front of him in an instant.

Seeing that the king disciple was in front of him, Ashiya Qingming turned around and immediately fled in the opposite direction, but how could the king disciple let go of Ashiya Qingming?

Seeing Wang Tu raise his hand and slap a palm from top to bottom, Ashiya Qingming and those onmyoji only felt a strong pressure acting on their bodies, and instantly slapped themselves back to the prototype.

"Ahem!"

Ashiya Qingming was shattered by the king's palm, and fell from the air to the top of Yandang Mountain with a miserable scream, and those onmyoji were the same, following behind Ashiya Qingming, falling to the ground like a rag.

Wang Tu looked down at Ashiya Qingming, who was crawling on the ground in a daze, his face was gloomy, and he spoke.

"Ashiya Qingming, back then, I thought that you were the Onmyoji of the Japanese National University, giving you a face, and I didn't take your life, but I didn't expect you to intensify your efforts, gather people, and endanger the members of my Wang League. ”

"Wang Meng is my bottom line, don't offend, if you touch it, you deserve death!"

Hearing Wang Tu say this, Ashiya Qingming's body trembled, and he knelt down towards Wang Tu, constantly kowtowing his head.

"Spare your life, Lord Sword Immortal, I know it's wrong, I promise to get far away, and never enter the Wang League for half a step again, is it okay?"

Wang Tu didn't answer, but took out an ordinary-looking scroll from his waist, and the moment he saw the scroll, Ashiya Qingming was directly stupid.

It was the scroll that the king used to subdue the hundred ghosts of the Japanese country when he was in Japan and fought against himself.

God List!

"You, what are you going to do?"

Watching the Fengshen Bang fly out of the waist of the king's disciple, Ashiya Qingming asked in a daze.

But seeing that the king's finger was pointed on the god list, the scroll opened, and a blazing white light flashed, covering the heavens and the earth. Then, countless ghosts and gods that existed in Japanese mythology leaped out of the white light.

Raven Tengu, nine-tailed demon fox, Zashiki boy......

Countless ghosts and gods emerged from the list of gods and flew towards the onmyoji, including Ashiya Haruaki.

"Ahh

The screams came and went, and for these onmyoji, there was probably nothing more desperate than being killed by the ghosts and gods of their own country.

And Wang Tu stood in the air, looking at the scene of the ghosts and gods washing the onmyoji in blood, and said coldly.

"Today, I should wash the top of Yandang Mountain with the blood of the dark world and tell the world. ”

"Those who offend my royal alliance will be killed!"