Before Wen Yiming landed in the upside-down flight, he shot out several finger winds that interrupted the teleportation despite the aggravation of his injuries.

When his teleportation time limit was up, he landed thousands of meters away, swallowed the potion he took out in one gulp, and sensed the Holy Soul team rushing behind him, and the afterimage in his hand accelerated.

"Wang thief, send Chu Yarou and Ying Daozong a ride. ”

While Long Xiuzhu spoke, he shouted and sped up fiercely, and suddenly rushed forward and bowed down, and took out a True Yuan big hand from the ground.

The king thief leaped forward, and a palm print volleyed down, docking with the big hand of Zhenyuan that was holding up.

With a muffled sound, the figure of the king thief seemed to be caught by the big hand of the True Yuan who was holding it up and thrown out suddenly, and it shot forward nearly two thousand meters in an instant.

The team members who followed repeated their old tricks, and they were all thrown out by the real yuan's big hand like a king thief, almost like teleportation, which made Wen Yiming in front of him secretly amazed.

Before the king thief landed, his palms danced in the wind, and he shouted loudly in the shadow of his palms, throwing out Chu Ya and Ying Daozong who had caught up with him again with soft palm power.

'Whoosh!'

The two of them were thrown out twice to accelerate to the limit, causing a sonic boom in the air, and they caught up with the top whistle in an instant.

"Evil God Slash"

"Silence Walk"

The two high-level martial arts that rushed forward exploded in the ultra-extreme speed, and the momentum was amazing, and they went straight to Wen Yiming's back.

Wen Yiming turned around at high speed, and actually held the gun in his left hand and blocked it with one arm with the horizontal gun.

And at this moment, Long Xiuzhu and the others who followed closely found that a faint scene of a fierce tiger phantom appeared behind Wen Yiming, and there seemed to be a roar of murderous intent in the bloody mouth.

'Bang ——!'

Chu Yarou and Ying Daozong's martial arts were intercepted by the dragon spear rung, and they didn't retreat for half a step, Wen Yiming spurted blood and flew upside down in the huge earthquake, and his arm bones made a series of clicking sounds.

However, no one was happy about this, and a void handprint appeared in the air, like a huge descending tiger, and its momentum was unmatched.

"Defend with all your might!"

Long Xiuzhu roared, horror in his eyes, this was a handprint that could not be unlocked.

White Tiger Print!

They felt that the entire ground was sinking, but not even half a grain of dust caused turmoil, and in the power of the handprint, it seemed that there were countless flesh and bones, and a strong blood filled the entire space sealed by the handprint.

Only Chu Yarou and Ying Daozong were not locked, they were close to Wen Yiming to perform their strongest martial arts, and they were lucky enough to escape, but the terrifying aura displayed by the void handprint made the two of them feel terrified, and this kind of martial art has definitely surpassed the realm of the heavenly level.

Wen Yiming blocked the two heaven-level martial arts with a horizontal spear, and he had to release the formed white tiger seal in a distracted manner, and the arm bone of his left arm was cracked, and the entire palm of his hand was cracked, and the blood was like an injection, and the dragon spear was directly taken off.

Those two martial arts skills were almost equivalent to the attack of Long Xiuzhu and Wang Thief to accelerate their amplification, and he blocked it with one arm, if it weren't for the devouring of the white tiger, I am afraid that the entire left arm would be shattered.

A white tiger seal, so that his true yuan and spirit are less than thirty percent left, he has not yet relaxed, the seven powerful breaths in his perception teleported, and they actually entered the range where Long Xiuzhu and the others were locked.

"Peng——!

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and a huge handprint with a radius of 100 meters was deep in the ground.

Wen Yiming smashed to the ground at the same time, choking on blood, and with a wave of his right arm, he recalled the dragon spear, and a holy light technique of two true yuan was sprinkled on his body.

"Drink—die!"

When the body was bounced, the wind stepped violently, and the boundary force punishment locked on Chu Yarou, and a shocking rainbow burst out.

'Ang ——!'

The golden dragon spear was almost like a roaring dragon, and it slammed into Chu Yarou with endless murderous aura.

Wen Yiming only has less than one true yuan left, and the exclusive attributes of the artifact are directly activated.

Unyielding, unyielding at the highest order.

Gun crit, double the lethality.

Under all the hole cards, the rainbow hit doubled, what a might.

Chu Yarou intercepted the blocking sword and cut it inch, and shot out a sharp scream.

'Bang!'

The dragon spear didn't even make a sound of penetrating the body, and the furious attack had blasted its body open, leaving no bones left in the blood mist.

Ying Daozong was in shock, the dragon spear hummed and trembled, and returned to Wen Yiming's hand again, and he had already rushed forward with a spear.

The force of the world is locked, and the sun is over!

"Wen Yiming, you are looking for death!"

Two old voices came out from the deep pit of the handprint, and at the same time, three huge True Yuan big hands suddenly appeared.

Wen Yiming gritted his teeth and let out a low shout, and shot out blatantly.

Under the unyielding dragon spear, Ying Daozong, who was stimulated by the punishment, couldn't take it at all, Fang Tian's halberd shook into several pieces, and the interrupted teleportation time had just arrived, he ignored the fact that his hair trembled like electricity, and he ran away directly.

'Poof——!'

The teleportation carried the sound of penetrating the body, and the figure disappeared.

Two thousand meters away, a bloody corpse smashed to the ground, its face twitching.

In the face of the three rising True Yuan big hands, Wen Yiming had to kill the two at the expense of serious injuries, he knew that it would be difficult to be good today.

The seven figures just now teleported under the white tiger seal, and the aura was so strong that he instantly sensed that it was the seven gods of war, which made his heart fall into the abyss.

The White Tiger Seal was the most lethal of the Six Divine Seals, and he was confident that he would shock all six of Long Xiuzhu's blows into a state of serious injury and death, and then under the unyielding increase of the Dragon Lance, no one could escape his killer.

It's a pity that the seven gods of war came to their aid in time, and the white tiger seal he hastily sent out only shocked everyone at most, and it didn't matter much.

The seven gods of war, even if they want to escape, they have to wait for the teleportation time limit, so they will desperately kill Chu Yarou and Ying Daozong.

And under the bombardment of the three true yuan big hands in front of him, he was not afraid, and he raised the dragon spear in the blood leaking from his mouth and nose, and blatantly bombarded it with the artistic conception of shield intent to break the momentum, and at the same time, the killing intent realm locked the seven people completely.

The three true yuan big hands were slightly sluggish, and the roar erupted, and Wen Yiming shot out backwards like a cannonball, smashing into the ground and flying sand and rocks, and fell into the pit deeply.

Long Xiuzhu and the others walked out of the deep pit of the handprint, with a complicated look in their eyes, looking at Wen Yiming, who was violently coughing up blood and standing up with a dragon spear, they didn't have the slightest joy.

Without the seven gods of war coming to their aid, they knew that even if they could survive Fang Cai's handprint, the end would still be death.

The seven gods of war were secretly protected by the order of the Holy Lord, they had already known about it, but they never thought that there was a chance for the god of war to help, even if they killed a god of war last time, these seven gods of war did not make the slightest move.

And this time, they were only slightly injured in the Void Handprint, and all the damage was shared by the seven gods of war, but they were confident that they had fallen to the valley.

Ten to one, three companions died, and they no longer had any confidence to face the bleeding man in front of them.

Wen Yiming propped up the dragon spear, frantically poured it into the Duling Spring, took the bottles of elixir like drinking water, and finally swallowed a handful of pills, and looked at the seven gods of war in front of him.

He raised his arms and raised the dragon spear, pointed directly at the seven gods of war, and sneered: "The god of war like a dog!"

The eyes of the seven gods of war narrowed slightly, they were indeed unbearable at the moment, although they were not seriously injured, but their robes were all shocked into beggars, and they were embarrassed.

"Catch it back, you want to live!"

An old man with black hair and white eyebrows waved his hand and shouted.

(End of chapter)