The battle between the two sides was at a stalemate, and Jing Rong took advantage of Shen Yuan's distraction to leave a long and deep wound on him with his sword. Shen Yuan was hit hard by this, but he did not make any counterattack against Jing Rong, but attacked Xiuhe with all his strength, and gave him a fatal slap in the back when Xiuhe was completely defenseless. If it weren't for Xiuhe's extremely powerful repair ability, then Shen Yuan's palm could almost kill him on the spot.

Although Shen Yuan's attack only caused Xiuhe to faint on the ground, this situation was still very unoptimistic for these people in the Heavenly Realm. Because as soon as they lose peace, they are equivalent to half of their combat effectiveness, and even with the help of ghost soldiers, the pressure on them caused by the enemy will continue unabated. Originally, they had fallen into a state of exhaustion, and now they were in a state of inadequacy.

The battle was like an imbalance in the balance, and at the same time, Shen Yuan summoned a large rain cloud in the form of a true dragon, covering almost the entire desert. The torrential rain poured down in an instant, and because of the moisture of the rain, Shen Yuan's wounds healed quickly and quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the energy consumed during the battle was immediately restored. After that, he stood in mid-air and condescendingly watched the scene where Jing Rong was holding the unconscious Xiuhe in his left hand and fighting the enemy with a sword in his right hand, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl.

It was the scene he had been looking forward to in his midnight dreams, and he had even forgotten how many years he had endured in order to wait for this day. Fortunately, all the suffering he has suffered has been rewarded, and he must be here today to take away everything that belongs to Jingrong.

He wants his cultivation, his throne, and his disappearance in the Three Realms.

With his fists clenched, Shen Yuan smiled, leaned down, and stood in front of Jing Rong. When the other tribesmen saw him coming, they retreated and took the slaughter away. The huge battlefield seemed to be far away, and Shen Yuan enjoyed such a brief peace, and for the first time a hideous smile appeared on his face:

"I'd like to see who will collect the bodies of whom today. ”

"It's not the end yet, don't be too rampant. ”

Although Jing Rong already had many scars on his body at this time, the blood stains on his messy clothes were washed away by the rain, like dye, and the long hair was messily draped, which made him even more embarrassed. But the expression on his face was still as cold and serious as ever, and he didn't change anything because of this.

What Shen Yuan was most annoyed with was Jing Rong's unchanging expression, as if no matter what happened, it was within his control. Every time he saw Jing Rong here, he couldn't wait to crush this face, and now, he finally had a chance.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you think those people under the floating man can make a big storm with me. What if you take advantage of the rain to call them here? As long as I want the rain to stop, they will only be waiting for death. Do you think they're going to be your helpers? No, no, no, you're wrong, and if you call them, the most you can do is have more people to bury you. After all, the floater doesn't have the ability or the energy, like me, to call the wind and rain. ”

Shen Yuan said as he raised his left hand and held it tightly. And as he moved, the rain became heavier and heavier, almost forming a curtain of water, making people unable to open their eyes. Jing Rong struggled to prop up the barrier to protect him and Xiuhe, and for the first time looked at Shen Yuan with angry eyes. Shen Yuan saw that Jing Rong finally had a different expression, and showed a strange smile, and then he withdrew his left hand with satisfaction, and the pouring rain instantly stopped with his movements.

The battle continued, Shen Yuan looked around for a week, and after confirming that the Protoss could not hold out for too long, he said to Jing Rong:

"Back then, you spared my life, so I have today's results, and I will also give you a chance now, you throw him into the battlefield, and then compete with me again, you won, I am willing to bow down, I won, I will let all of them bury you. ”

"Dreaming!"

Jing Rong slammed his sword from the ground and pointed it straight at the abyss. Shen Yuan flicked the sword to the side with disdain, and then sneered at Xiuhe and slapped it again.

Although Jing Rong had expected Shen Yuan to make such a move, he was holding Xiuhe in one hand and holding his sword in the other, and there was no way to stop it. Just between the lightning and flint, he turned to one side, hugged Xiuhe in his arms, and accepted this palm instead of Xiuhe.

Rao is Jingrong cultivation is high, Shen Yuan's palm also caused him great damage, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and almost didn't hold it up and fell to the ground.

Shen Yuan was completely enraged by Jing Rong's reaction, and he volleyed out an ice sword, stabbing Jing Rong's back before Jing Rong turned around. Suddenly hit by this heavy blow, Jing Rong, who was already injured, could no longer support it and fell directly to the ground. And Shen Yuan didn't wait for him to react, another sword pierced his calf and pinned him to the ground.

The severe pain made Jing Rong lose the ability to resist, and he couldn't even say half a word except for hugging Xiuhe. The surrounding Protoss finally realized what was happening here, and a few people rushed here like crazy when they saw this, trying to save the two of them, but before they could run two steps, they were stopped by layers of enemies.

The demon clan used itself to enclose a barrier, isolating Jingrong from the other gods. The remaining four people desperately shouted Jingrong's name, but they could only cry and watch all this happen. Shen Yuan looked around at them angrily, and held another ice sword in his hand.

"Don't worry, when you die, all these people will bury you. ”

Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and finished saying these words, and stabbed at Jing Rong's heart. All the Protoss couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and closed their eyes in despair. However, the expected scene of blood splattering did not appear, and not only that, everyone stopped their movements uncontrollably, and stood stiffly in place, unable to speak. Everyone didn't know why, so they could only ask their companions with their eyes, and at this moment, a thick and manic voice sounded in the air:

"With my Monkey King here, how dare you wait for the clown to be so pretentious. ”

As soon as the words fell, a fierce flame suddenly rose in mid-air, reflecting the entire night sky as bright as day like the sun. Immediately afterwards, all the flames were retracted, and the Monkey King, who had been named the Buddha of the West Heaven as the Fighting Buddha, stepped on the clouds and mist, and walked step by step to the middle of the battlefield.