And because of their arrival, the war between the two provinces is about to break out.

In the Youyue Mansion, the battle between the disciples has ended, and only three or four people are still entangled in the battle between the elders of the Earth Martial Realm.

However, judging from the battle situation, Zhao Wuwu's people have fallen into a comprehensive disadvantage, and it will not take long for the winner to be decided.

At this moment, only the battle between Su Chuan and Zhao Wuwu continued, and Zhao Wuwu was worthy of being a master of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, even if he was already seriously injured under Su Chuan's series of divine attacks.

But there is still no defeat, and the fight with Su Chuan at this moment is close to the white-hot stage!

At this time, his face was hideous, and the Soul Devouring Technique had been carried out to the extreme, and the endless black wind was lifted from his side, stirring up the changes in that storm, and many disciples were devoured by his Soul Devouring Technique, and they lost their lives.

It's just that his practice has many flaws for Su Chuan today, and even many of Su Chuan's magical powers can restrain him.

Therefore, Su Chuan has always had the upper hand!

He kept pinching and controlling the white tiger and resisting Su Chuan's attack.

His supernatural power illusion of the White Tiger is also extremely strong, and he has resisted Su Chuan's six-style supernatural power and is still not extinguished, so he has to let Su Chuangao take a look.

Suddenly, Su Chuan's figure flickered, and a momentum erupted when the three types of divine powers of asking the moon and asking the sun and picking stars broke through the void at the same time, and an amazing roar came out, and when it fell on the white tiger, it directly turned into destruction, and the three-type divine power only let out a roar, and saw that the white tiger finally collapsed and disintegrated.

The moment the white tiger shattered, Zhao Wuwu's figure was directly reversed by the wind, blood spurted out, his expression became more and more distorted, and he roared wildly.

At the moment when he rolled upside down, Su Chuan had already stepped forward, the light of the silver spear flickered, and with a swing, it turned into a shocking spear, and when it opened the void, it disappeared in an instant.

In the midst of the gun, the dragon transformed, roaring constantly, and its power was even more powerful, and this gun became more and more fierce.

The voice broke through the air, set off a sharp roar, and when it fell into Zhao Wuwu's ears, it turned into the sound of death, making his face change greatly, and he was terrified to the extreme.

Shocked, he quickly retreated, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he fell on top of an attic, and immediately grabbed the attic and blocked it in front of him.

When the familiar appearance of the attic fell into Su Chuan's eyes, he was stunned, he hurriedly reached out and pointed at the gun, so that the gun dodged the attic, deviated from the direction, and then fell onto the huge stone wall beside Zhao Wuwu, and when the roar came out, the stone wall immediately broke in half!

Su Chuan didn't destroy the attic, just because the name of the attic was called Xingyue Pavilion!

Luckily dodging a blow, Zhao Wuwu took a deep breath and became more and more shocked when he looked at Su Chuan, because at that moment, Su Chuan's figure had already appeared beside him, and a punch suddenly turned into a huge black shadow that covered the sky and the sun, descending from above his head.

The breath of death was born from the bottom of Zhao Wuwu's heart, and a heart unwilling to die suddenly burst out with unyielding intent, looking at the huge fist shadow, Zhao Wuwu roared again, and when the momentum on his body exploded to the extreme, the figure flickered, and he no longer dodged, but rushed out against Su Chuan's fist shadow.

His body turned into a sword, and the tip of the sword was actually his head, Zhao Wuwu was going to break Su Chuan's fist power at this moment! This can be described as an extremely crazy move.

The roar suddenly echoed, and with Zhao Wuwu's roar, he actually succeeded, Su Chuan's fist shadow was directly broken in half by him, and Zhao Wuwu rushed out of it, revealing the appearance of his head breaking and bleeding.

The blood stains on the top of his head turned into hideous markings, and the blood stains spread from the top of his head, turning his eyes into blood, and at this time he stared at Su Chuan, revealing extreme hatred.

"Su Chuan, do you really want to kill them all? For the sake of you and me, spare my life, and I will give you the position of the lord of the mansion. ”

Zhao Wuwu roared fiercely, although Fang Cai's move was successful, but only he knew the pain, and his head had been shattered by Su Chuan's punch.

If it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated a magical power that specialized in cultivating the head, he might have died under Su Chuan's punch at this moment.

At this moment, he has lost the courage to fight with Su Chuan again!

"Kill them all? Heh, when you killed the Lord of the Sun Mansion, when you chased and killed me, why did you forget this? You can kill the Lord of the Sun Mansion regardless of the feelings of your fellow disciples, but now you are embarrassed to ask me to spare your life? As for the position of the Lord of the Mansion, do I still need you to hand it over? Don't forget, the Moon Ring is here with me. ”

Su Chuan sneered, and walked towards Zhao Wuwu step by step as he spoke.

"Su Chuan, don't force me. Seeing that Su Chuan didn't mean to let go of himself, Zhao Wuwu's expression once again showed madness.

"What about forcing you?" Su Chuan said coldly, he knew that Zhao Wuwu at this time was just the end of a strong crossbow, so what was there to fear.

The silver spear in Su Chuan's hand flickered, and the light was emitted again, this battle should be over!

It's just that just when Su Chuan was about to make a move, a voice suddenly came, making him stop again.

"Senior brother, I'll do it myself!"

Sun Ao suddenly appeared beside Su Chuan and said softly, his eyes looked at Zhao Wuwu calmly, but his voice was so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze three feet.

"Okay!" Su Chuan glanced at Sun Ao beside him, nodded and said, even though he knew that Sun Ao was still not Zhao Wuwu's opponent, he didn't stop Sun Ao.

Because he knows that for a son, the greatest comfort is to kill the enemy with his own hands, avenge his relatives and his father!

Su Chuan stepped aside and handed Zhao Wuwu to Sun Ao.

And when Zhao Wuwu saw that Sun Ao was about to make a move, his eyes showed hope again, because he also knew that Sun Ao's strength was not his opponent! As long as Sun Ao was controlled, Su Chuan would not dare to act rashly, this was his chance to survive.

"Since you sent it to the door yourself, don't blame me for being unkind!" Zhao Wuwu sneered in his heart, and his figure flashed, and at this time he actually took the initiative to make a move on Sun Ao.

The black wind around him became strong, and with a wave of his big hand, it immediately turned into a black spear, the black mist rolled, and even his face was hideous, and his momentum was like a rainbow, heading straight for Sun Ao.

Looking at Zhao Wuwu who rushed towards him, and looking at the shocking black Changhong, Sun Ao's expression was still calm, but the killing intent on his body had reached the extreme, and there was only one thought in his heart, that is, revenge, revenge with his own hands!

At the moment when Zhao Wuwu approached him, the murderous intent in Sun Ao's eyes suddenly flashed, the momentum on his body suddenly exploded, the folding fan in his hand finally shot, and the four fan bones rushed out at the same time, also turning into Changhong, colliding with Zhao Wuwu's black Changhong!

The roar immediately reverberated in the sky, and the moment it came out, his four fan bones directly collapsed and shattered, and Sun Ao's figure was immediately swept upside down by the storm and galloped, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the black Changhong momentum was still there, roaring!

Even if he was defeated, even if he was not Zhao Wuwu's opponent, Sun Ao's expression was still very calm.

At the moment when the black Changhong approached again, an elixir with thunder mist suddenly appeared in his hand, and he swallowed it in one gulp!