"Now we can only rely on the three Dharma Protector Elders, as long as they defeat Su Yingming and cooperate with the four of us, they may be able to deal with this talisman puppet. ”

Zhuo Jinglun frowned and whispered.

Then, Zhuo Jinglun looked at the three Dharma protectors not far away. However, what Zhuo Jinglun didn't expect was that under Su Yingming's attack, the three Dharma protectors were beaten to the point that they were powerless to fight back.

Under Su Yingming's frantic attack, the shield of the Sanmin's divine power became weaker and weaker. Obviously, the three Dharma Protector Elders could not wait long for rescue.

When Zhuo Jinglun was about to help the three Dharma Protector Elders, he heard two voices coming from the air. Two black shadows flashed, and Zhuo Jinglun had to dodge the attack of the puppet.

Fierce fighting continues. Half an hour later, there was only a loud bang on the playing field. Then, all three numbers fly backwards. After flying dozens of feet, they fell heavily to the ground, leaving three deep pits.

After hearing the news, everyone's eyes immediately swept over, only to find that the three people who fell to the ground were actually the three protectors of Su Yingming, the lord of Tianji City.

At present, the three Dharma Protector Elders are bleeding and scarred. Blood was constantly oozing out of the wound, like three bloody people, invisible.

"You're seriously injured. If you meditate and heal now, maybe it won't hurt you. However, if you continue to run the spiritual powers, then the meridians in your body will definitely be damaged. At that time, I am afraid that not only will you have to rest for a year and a half, but your physical strength will also drop sharply!"

At this time, Su Yingming, the Heavenly Machine City Lord not far away, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the three elders of the Dharma Protector on the ground, and issued a warning.

After hearing Su Yingming's warning, the three protectors of the Qiantian Sword Sect suddenly changed their faces, ignoring the blood stains on their faces, and quickly sat down cross-legged. After swallowing a few healing pills, they meditate and sprinkle grass to begin treating their internal injuries.

However, such a situation is even more unfavorable to Zhuo Jinglun in the air.

"Su Yingming, I didn't expect you to let the three protectors of the Qiantian Sword Sect defeat three in a short period of time, and also injured an elder, making him lose his combat effectiveness. It's admirable!"

At this time, Luo Jiuxiao slowly walked towards Su Yingming with a smile on his face and praised him.

"What am I doing? The three of them were originally my defeated men, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated. ”

Hearing this, City Lord Su waved his hand and said disapprovingly.

"On the contrary, this talisman puppet you refined serves as a helper. Such a big deal is not something that ordinary people can do! Under the attack of the puppet, I believe that Zhuo Jinglun will lose sooner or later!"

Then, the city lord of Su narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure in the air.

In the sky, Zhuo Jinglun was completely entangled by the talisman puppet, and there was no way to escape. Whenever Zhuo Jinglun appeared somewhere, a talisman puppet would hit him. The instantaneous display of energy shakes the surrounding space.

"This talisman puppet is too difficult to deal with!"

His eyes were filled with angry flames, and he looked at the talisman golem, which was as hard as maggots attached to bones. Zhuo Jinglun's heart was already furious.

After a low scolding, Zhuo Jinglun's body flashed quickly and kept dodging. Zhuo Jinglun dodged all the way, and an ice line appeared on the playing field below.

However, just as Zhuo Jinglun kept dodging, he didn't notice that Luo Jiuxiao was standing at the bottom, getting closer and closer to him.

"As long as you beat Zhuo Jinglun, no one will come to trouble me anymore!"

Luo Jiuxiao stared at Zhuo Jinglun in the air and muttered to himself.

Luo Jiuxiao's hands were clenched, and the spiritual power of his body suddenly turned. Then, under the noses of everyone, he launched an attack on Zhuo Jinglun and flew straight to Zhuo Jinglun in the air.

"Does Luo Jiuxiao want to end the battle sooner?"

Looking at Luo Jiuxiao's movements, Su Yingming stood next to him and suddenly said.

Luo Jiuxiao didn't care about the people at the war table at all. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body boiled at this moment. When Qiu Luo Jiuxiao injected spiritual power into his arm, the meridians on his arm seemed to bulge like a dragon, containing huge spiritual power.

"Young Master Zhuo, be careful!"

Looking at Luo Jiuxiao in mid-air, he walked towards Zhuo Jinglun, and the three Dharma Protector Elders sitting on the ground hurriedly reminded him.

"Hmph! it's too late for you to hide."

When Luo Jiuxiao just got up from the ground, Zhuo Jinglun noticed. However, Zhuo Jinglun didn't care too much about Luo Jiuxiao, and instead spent most of his energy dealing with the talisman puppet.

For Luo Jiuxiao, Zhuo Jinglun just put a spiritual shield in front of his body. Zhuo Jinglun believed that the spiritual shield arranged with his strength was enough to resist Luo Jiuxiao's attack.

Looking at the spiritual power shield arranged by Zhuo Jinglun, Luo Jiuxiao's eyes flashed with cold light, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the spiritual power of his body continued to pour into his fists. With the infusion of spiritual power, the surrounding space also fluctuates.

At this time, Zhuo Jinglun, who was concentrating on dodging the three magic weapons, suddenly felt a powerful spiritual force and walked straight towards him. His face couldn't help but change. He suddenly turned around and found that Luo Jiuxiao's arm was releasing powerful spiritual power. The terror in his fist was completely unexpected.

"Try my fists, Zhuo Jinglun!"

He looked at Zhuo Jinglun coldly. Luo Jiuxiao snorted coldly and clenched his fists like meteors.

"Thunder Fist!"

In an instant, Luo Jiuxiao's fists broke in front of Zhuo Jinglun's body.

In the eyes of countless people, Luo Jiuxiao's Sky Breaking Thunder Fist passed through the shield, carrying incomparably powerful power, and then smashed heavily into Zhuo Jinglun's chest.

At this time, everyone was stunned, and the audience was silent!

On the field, the city lord of Su was also stunned. He didn't expect Luo Jiuxiao's thunderbolt to be so powerful. The punch not only shattered Zhuo Jinglun's spiritual shield, but also seriously injured Zhuo Jinglun.

"I don't dare to look down on this kid anymore!"

City Lord Su shook his head, a wry smile on his face. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, Luo Jiuxiao's combat power was so great that Su Yingming's heart was a little scared.

"Poof!"

When Luo Jiuxiao's Heavenly Breaking Thunder Fist smashed into Zhuo Jinglun's chest, a powerful fist flashed, and Zhuo Jinglun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The severe pain made Zhuo Jinglun cry miserably. Then, the whole body fell straight to the ground like a broken kite.

"Zhuo Jinglun, failed!"

Looking at Zhuo Jinglun, who fell to the ground and was shattered, there was a dead silence on the field. After a while, there was a sound of inhalation. Everyone in the audience was stunned and did not speak for a long time.

At this time, Zhuo Jinglun, who had landed on the ground, kept turning his chest up and down. His hands clutched tightly over his chest. Red blood couldn't stop flowing from his fingers, and most of his body was soon dyed blood-red.

Zhuo Jinglun's chest was faintly visible with a bowl-sized wound. The flesh around the wound was torn open. It's amazing to see Shiramori's ribs, it's scary.

The palms of his hands trembled slightly, and Zhuo Jinglun tried to resist the sharp pain in his chest. That handsome face was ferocious from the pain. His eyes were angry, staring at Luo Jiuxiao in the air. He hoped to tear Luo Jiuxiao to shreds.

"Okay, good, good, I didn't expect to lose to you!"

Gritting his teeth, his chest ached sharply, Zhuo Jinglun was sweating all over, and he almost fainted. However, compared to the physical pain, in front of everyone's eyes, he was only defeated by an ordinary disciple of the Guiyuan Academy. What a shame!

He quickly pulled a few pills out of his pocket and swallowed them. He felt the burning pain in his chest gradually lessen, which made him feel more comfortable.

"Boy, today is your time of death!"

Then, Zhuo Jinglun gritted his teeth and said fiercely. The latest chapter of "Counterattack Starts from the Failure of the Crossing and the Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.