The man wiped the storage ring, and a golden spear was held by him with his hand, and then his body squatted slightly, and he suddenly exerted force, and the bluestone slab under his feet cracked instantly.

Under the huge thrust, the man took off with a spear in his hand, like the god of war descending to earth, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the old man in cloth.

The speed of the martial artists of the Six Realms was so fast, it was already close in the blink of an eye.

At the moment when the man moved, a wind attribute soul appeared behind the old man in cloth, leaning back, able to dodge the spear stabbed from the top of his head, and then quickly retreated, and was lifted into the air by the wind.

The man looked up and glared.

The height of the old man in cloth was already out of his attack range, making it difficult for him to reach.

At this moment, the man was alarmed, and his body rose from the ground. In the next second, several sharp earth thorns protruded from the ground where he had just stood without warning.

He looked at the old man, who was on one knee and pressed his hands to the ground.

The old man slowly raised his head, and his eyes were brown, like two dry balls of mud, and he couldn't tell that they were a pair of eyes.

He had words in his mouth, and two dazzling yellow rays burst out of his thin palm, and he disappeared into the ground.

A huge dirt bag bulged out of the flat street, and in a short time it coalesced into an elemental warrior wearing armor and wielding a giant axe.

It was as tall as a hill, and the man was so small standing in front of it.

The elemental warrior reached out and placed the ancient old man on his shoulder, and after the old man injected a steady stream of spiritual power into his body, the elemental warrior held a giant axe and rushed towards the man like a bull.

At the same time, the cloth-clothed old man in mid-air also attacked, and the wind blade of confusion and strange power swept down in front of him, and a sharp and piercing howl could be faintly heard.

The man's eyes were firm, not the slightest fear, and even less aware of the danger in the air, he carried the spear upside down in one hand, and there was only one person in his eyes, that is, the ancient old man on the shoulders of the elemental warriors.

The spear pierced the great axe swung by the elemental warrior with an indomitable momentum.

As the giant axe cracked and shattered, the man raised his foot on its arm, jumped up with strength, and pointed the tip of the spear at the old man.

At this moment, dozens of wind blades passed through the man's body, smashing into the ground, leaving narrow and deep scratches.

Standing on the shoulders of the elemental warriors, the ancient old man who had no waves since the beginning of the ancient well, finally showed a trace of fear on his face at this time.

He didn't expect the man to be undodging the threat from the air, and by the time he tried to control the elemental warrior to retreat, the man was already close.

The spirit is physically weak, and once he is close to the warrior, he is sentenced to death.

The old man hurriedly mobilized the earth element to condense the armor, but the cold light pierced his heart in an instant, and half of the condensed armor and the elemental warrior under him slammed into dust, and the old man's thin figure also fell to the ground, no longer lifeless.

After being hit by the old man in cloth, the man's body was pierced by the wind blade in many places, and the golden armor was also broken.

He slowly lifted his spear and pointed at the figure in mid-air, "Old man, don't be like a turtle with a shrunken head, come down and fight me!"

The old man in cloth looked down at the man condescendingly, and said in a deep voice: "Zhuzi, you will be broken into thousands of pieces today!"

The airflow in the space near the old man suddenly became extremely violent, and despite the distance, Mo Qianqiu and the worshippers on the ground still felt a sense of oppression, making it a little difficult for them to breathe.

At this time, the figure of the old man in cloth was no longer visible in the turbulence, and five huge soul phantoms could be vaguely seen floating behind him.

Seeing the old man in cloth say the slightest word, a terrifying turbulence suddenly swept towards the man, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult to dodge.

The man looked up to the sky and roared, his golden true qi was running rapidly, and a faint golden glow emanated from his body.

With a gun in both hands, he met the turbulent current, and the pure true qi tore a hole in the turbulence, and its power was instantly weakened.

However, an extremely subtle wind blade followed, and at the moment when the man broke through the turbulence, it sank into the man's chest and strangled his heart.

The man vomited black blood violently, and his true qi became extremely messy, and the wound that had been pierced before could no longer be contained, and the blood gushing out instantly stained the golden armor red.

He thrust his spear into the ground, his legs no longer supporting, and he fell to his knees.

The old man in cloth fell to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and he released his spiritual skills in the air one after another, and the consumption of mental power and spiritual power was extremely huge, because of this, after the death of his companion, he took the risk of striking with all his strength, otherwise if he continued to delay, it was likely that he would be kneeling on the ground at this time.

The man held a gun in his right hand, his head hung weakly, and the blood flowing from under his body slowly spread in all directions.

The cloth-clothed old man glanced at the corpse of his companion, picked up a long sword from the side of a nearby enshrined corpse, and walked slowly towards the man.

At this time, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and it was not appropriate to use his spiritual power again, so he used the sword in his hand to cut off the person's head and comfort his companions who died in battle.

The old man in cloth approached, and the man who should have died suddenly raised his head and shot a bloody sword out of his mouth.

The old man dodged in a hurry, but was still shot in his left arm by the bloody sword, and the wound festered at a speed visible to the naked eye and began to spread throughout his arm.

The man's eyes were dead, but he grinned: "Northern Continent Spirit, but that's it." ”

The old man in cloth swung his sword and cut off his arm, looked at the man with anger on his face, and used his only remaining spiritual power to condense several wind blades, completely crushing the man's body.

Mo Qianqiu put his hands behind his back, clenched them into fists, and said in a deep voice to the enshrinement beside him: "I have suffered heavy casualties in Hanxiao City, and the two chief worshippers are even more dead and injured, and the two who escaped, they want to see people in life and corpses in death, even if they flee to the ends of the earth, they must bring me back!"

Mo Qianqiu glanced in the direction of the city gate again, then turned around and strode away.

There, a golden spear stuck in the ground, the body of which was still trembling slightly after being hit by the wind blade, like a mournful roar.