It was still a thunderstorm just now, and now, it has become empty again.

"Unexpectedly, even the three elders of the Xuantian Pavilion came out together, and they couldn't trap him after putting out the cloud array, this young man is too terrifying. ”

With the power of one person, confronting the three elders of the Xuantian Pavilion and the many powerhouses in the Pavilion, the name of this Mingchen will definitely spread throughout the southern realm in just a few days.

"Haha, it's really happy, this time I came not wronged, such a fierce battle, it should be the most I have seen in my life, this Mu Bai, among the younger generation, I am afraid there are few opponents. ”

"It seems that only Ye Qingtian, the rare wizard of Xuantian Pavilion, can overwhelm him..."

When countless whispers came out throughout the city, the three elders of the Changmei Pavilion in the sky, after their bodies stiffened for a moment, their faces finally turned pale, and their breath was also sluggish.

The thunderclouds were forcibly dispersed, and for them, the damage was too great.

"Withdraw!"

The old palm of Changmei Pavilion trembled slightly, and after a while, he finally gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Since you forced me out and fought with you with all your might, it is naturally impossible for me to return empty-handed. ”

Ming Chen smiled faintly, his eyes condensed, and a majestic spiritual power suddenly surged out, instantly penetrating the space, and fiercely pressed on the three old men of the Changmei Pavilion who were sluggish.

Poof!

The already sluggish body suffered such a heavy blow, and the three elders of the Changmei Pavilion suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their bodies flew out upside down like cannonballs.

When they were repulsed, the Qiankun bag on their fingers fell off automatically.

Then he was wrapped in spiritual power and flew towards Mingchen.

Seeing that the Qiankun bag was snatched, the old tiger pavilion was immediately furious.

Just as he was about to shout angrily, the elder of Changmei Pavilion with a gloomy face on the side stopped him.

"Let's go first!"

With a loud shout, the remaining spiritual power in the bodies of the three elders of Changmei Pavilion surged out, and then thunder surged, and the three of them turned into three streamers, swept out of Kuncheng like lightning, and then quickly disappeared into the edge of the sky.

Looking at the three elders of Changmei Pavilion who had fled far away, Ming Chen made a move with his palm and held the three Qiankun bags in his hand.

It's not that he doesn't want to kill them all, but these three people stick together like kraft candy, and if he really pushes them to that point, I'm afraid it will be a little more than worth the loss, he can defeat the three of them, but if he wants to kill them, he must pay a rather tragic price.

Glancing at the Qiankun bag, Mingchen's palm wiped on it, and with the help of Xiao Hei's majestic spiritual power, he easily erased the spiritual seal on it.

Erasing the mark, Mingchen's spirit quickly invaded, and after a while, three brilliant golden scrolls appeared on the palm of his hand, flashing out.

"Sure enough, on these three old guys. ”

These three golden scrolls were exactly the same as the ones they had obtained from Pang Long, and even the blood-threaded veins on their surfaces were exactly the same.

Obviously, these three scrolls should also be one of the so-called "shadow clones".

It seems that what Ye Qian said is really good, and the shadow clones are really on these elders.

But I just don't know, with the volume in his hand, can it become complete?

Thinking of this, Mingchen couldn't help but be a little impatient.

Of course, he naturally wouldn't come to the test on such an occasion, and with a flip of his palm, he put the three scrolls into the Qiankun bag, and then the gloomy daylight slowly shifted to Zhou Lizhan who was entangled with the golden war puppet in the distance.

For this old guy, Mingchen had a lot of murderous intent in his heart.

He knew that the news of Pang Long's death in his hands must have come from this guy, and those people in the Xuantian Pavilion knew about him, and it should have been revealed by him...

Today, you may not be able to kill the three elders of Changmei Pavilion, but this week's battle is a must-kill!

Zhou Lizhan, who was fighting with the golden war puppet in the distance, naturally sensed the defeat and escape of the three of Changmei, and his face became extremely ugly at the moment.

"These three old bastards!"

With an angry roar in his heart, Zhou Lizhan was just about to shake back the golden battle puppet and retreat, when he felt a pair of cold eyes containing killing intent shooting from a distance.

Feeling the intensity of the killing intent contained in that gaze, Zhou Lizhan's face instantly turned pale, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

At this moment, he finally understood what a terrible existence he had been provoked this time...

The fiery red spiritual power was like a flame, spreading a blazing temperature to envelop Zhou Lizhan, and the long big knife in his hand was wielded vigorously, with the sword of the blazing wind, roaring out.

In an instant, they all slashed at the golden golem's body.

Boom!

The big knife slashed the golden puppet's body, and under Zhou Lizhan's full strength, there were also some scars on the surface of the latter's golden body.

But there was no blood coming out.

As for these knife wounds on the body, the golden war puppet seemed to be unaware, and the extremely powerful fist brought a low sonic boom, and bombarded Zhou Lizhan with a punch, making him a little embarrassed to dodge.

After all, he's not immune to all pain like the Golden Golem.

Glancing at the figure that was slowly coming in the void from the corner of his eye, Zhou Lizhan's already ugly face was even more gloomy, and with an angry shout, the umbrella and big knife danced into a violent wind in front of him, and the fist of the golden war puppet with a sharp sword shot away.

"Flame Blade!"

The fiery red spiritual power was frantically condensed on the big knife, Zhou Lizhan's eyes were cold, and he slashed down fiercely, the knife cut through the space, and then slashed fiercely on the shoulder of the golden war puppet.

Suddenly, the blade went straight into half an inch, and the fiery red blade made a lot of white smoke sneer from the shoulders of the golden war puppet!

Boom!

Suffering such an attack, the golden war puppet's eyes were still empty, and he didn't pay attention to the big knife on his shoulder, the golden fist, and suddenly blasted out, and immediately smashed into Zhou Lizhan's chest.

"Humph!"

A punch bombarded, and the terrifying power suddenly surged, and a muffled snort came from Zhou Lizhan's throat, and then his body trembled, and his steps retreated sharply.

A hint of sweetness in his throat was also forcibly held back.

"Hurt my puppet, die!"

As soon as his footsteps stabilized, Zhou Lizhan didn't have time to make a move, and a faint voice containing a little cold sounded abruptly behind him.

The voice came into his ears, Zhou Lizhan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes quickly looked at the direction where Mingchen and Mingchen were, but he only saw an afterimage, which was slowly dissipating.

Looking at the dissipating afterimage, a chill also rose in his heart.

As soon as the chill rose, a terrifying wind suddenly burst from behind him.

Shocked in his heart, Zhou Lizhan hurriedly turned around, and the fiery red big knife in his hand barely hesitated, condensed into a whole body of spiritual power, and slashed down fiercely.

Laugh at!

The sharp blade slashed straight at the huge spirit cyclone cannon.

The two sides stagnated slightly, even when they saw Zhou Lizhan's arm shake violently, the spirit cyclone cannon exploded violently.

Boom!

The invisible wave of qi spread out, and when Zhou Lizhan's throat was sweet again, a trace of blood finally couldn't help but overflow from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't care about removing the bloodstains, and hurriedly spoke: "Little Brother Mubai, this is a grudge between you and the Xuantian Pavilion, and it has nothing to do with the old man, the old man was also forced to take action." ”

"You think I'll believe it?"

Mingchen looked at Zhou Lizhan, and there was a faint sneer on his face.

This old guy is pushing the blame quickly.

"Little Brother Mubai, this matter is indeed the fault of my Zhou family, as long as you speak, my Zhou family will definitely be happy to compensate you for your losses!"

Seeing this, Zhou Lizhan's expression was also stagnant, and he hurriedly said again.

"Reparations?"

Mingchen paused slightly, as if he asked with interest.

Seeing that Mingchen was finally interested, Zhou Lizhan was also happy in his heart, and nodded hurriedly, but although he was very sincere and happy on his face, his heart was full of resentment.

"Listen to what the old guy Li Feng said before, this kid's strength comes from a spiritual body in his body, which means that he can't maintain this state for a long time, as long as his time passes, he will inevitably gradually enter a state of weakness, and then look for an opportunity to kill with one blow. This little king egg has caused my Zhou family to suffer heavy losses, and he is obviously not a soft-hearted person, what my Zhou family has done to him, it must be extremely difficult to reconcile, so this kid must be destroyed!"

There were resentful thoughts in his heart, but Zhou Lizhan was full of smiles on his face, and he no longer had the slightest arrogance in the past: "Hehe, as long as Brother Mingchen has this plan, my Zhou family will definitely do their best, as long as they can resolve the grievances between us, maybe they can be friends when the time comes." ”

Mingchen seemed to be pondering, and after a while, he nodded slightly, and said, "Actually, Senior Hong has this meaning, so it is naturally the best." ”

Before the words could be completely spoken, Mingchen's eyes suddenly became cold.

Seeing this, Zhou Lizhan secretly said in his heart that something was not good, and before he had time to dodge, a terrible fist wind suddenly appeared behind him. "Mingchen, you bastard, you dare to deceive the old man!"

Feeling the strength of the strong wind behind him, Zhou Lizhan suddenly roared angrily, and then the big knife in his hand slashed towards the rear angrily, and finally slashed at the golden war puppet's arm in a crisp clanging sound.

But the latter not only did not retreat, but took a step forward, opened his arms, and hugged Zhou Lizhan.

His limbs were locked, and Zhou Lizhan was also shocked, and immediately struggled frantically.

The fiery red spiritual power was like a volcanic eruption, gushing out from its body, but the golden war puppet was entangled in it under Ming Chen's order, ignoring the blazing heat of the spiritual power.

"If you want to kill me, the old man won't make it easy for you!"

Blocked by the golden war puppet, as if he knew Mingchen's killing heart for him, Zhou Lizhan also had a touch of madness in his eyes.

The spiritual power in the body collided violently, and suddenly a violent force surged out.

Looking at this appearance, this old guy actually wants to blow himself up.

As if he had expected Zhou Lizhan to make such a move, in the midst of the surging spiritual power in his body, Ming Chen's figure flashed like a ghost, his eyes were cold, and golden flames appeared in his palm, and then like a flame cone, he stabbed out fiercely. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "I Am Not the Second Generation of the Emperor's Claw Book House" for free for the first time.