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Fortunately, Jiewang and Luo Zikun fought too far, and the two of them were already standing on the top of the mountain.

The soul slashing blade in Luo Zikun's hand flew up and down, but Xing Jiewang was at ease, his hands formed a fist, and smashed the soul slashing blade one punch at a time.

Luo Zikun is too anxious, and the same blood of the Shura clan, Luo Zikun is too fierce in battle, his eyes are already red, and his anger has already doubled.

Luo Zikun gathered his anger in the dantian, wandered the meridians of his body, and the soul slashing blade suddenly swung out, and a phantom slashed towards Xingjiewang.

Xing Jiewang dared to be careless, his arms were crossed in front of his chest, and the vitality in his body surged, trying to hit Luo Zikun at the moment.

Fortunately, Jie Wang underestimated Luo Zikun's blow, and the phantom of the soul slashing blade arrived, and the anger exploded Xing Jie Wang's robe, and the full set of injuries was completely revealed, and the full set was on Xing Jie Wang's big arms, and Xing Jie Wang looked at the ragged robe, and the evil was born from his heart, and he was not merciful.

When Luo Zikun saw that a move blew Xingjiewang's robe apart, he was naturally proud in his heart, and pressed again, and the soul slashing blade in his hand flew up and down, pulling out several knife flowers, and directly taking Xingjiewang's neck.

Xing Jiewang was displeased that Luo Zikun blew the robe with one move, how could he defend, the three roads were wide open, his fists were crossed left and right, and he kept swinging out, and the fist shadow instantly appeared dozens more, directly approaching Luo Zikun and going, Luo Zikun's Shura bloodline was completely activated, how could he defend, the two of them could be said to be fighting for their lives, and they were desperate for Saburo's posture.

Luo Zikun's soul slashing blade has already reached Xingjiewang's neck, although Xingjiewang is a late shot, but the fist shadow came first, smashed on Luo Zikun's body, it can be said that it is a fist to the flesh, the soul slashing blade at Xingjiewang's neck retreated inch by inch, Luo Zikun was smashed by Xingjiewang's dozens of fist shadows, and the pace under his feet also retreated step by step with the fist shadow smashed on his body, until he retreated to the edge of the mountain, Luo Zikun had no way to retreat.

Xing Jiewang is ruthless, then Luo Zikun is standing at the edge of the mountain, how can Xing Jiewang stop, Luo Zikun glanced at the fallen mountain rock with his spare eyes, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"Die!" Xing Jiewang's body was surging, and the air around him couldn't help but form a small whirlpool, and the vitality was constantly absorbed, and his left fist swung out, heading towards Luo Zikun.

Luo Zikun put the soul slashing blade across his chest, wanting to resist this blow, at this time Luo Zikun had already found that there was a huge difference in strength with Xingjiewang, and he was not Xingjiewang's opponent at all, and he never thought of a defense that could resist Xingjiewang's blow, just to save his life.

At the time of the battle, where was Luo Zikun able to think more, when the soul slashing blade was just across his chest, Xing Jiewang's punch had arrived.

"Bang!"

The soul slashing blade on Luo Zikun's chest collided with Xing Jiewang's punch, and the air exploded, and the soul slaying blade in Luo Zikun's hand shook the tiger's mouth, but Xing Jiewang stood in place without any abnormality.

Luo Zikun took Xing Jiewang's punch, and his body fell down the mountain behind him, although the mountain is high, Luo Zikun's cultivation will not fall to death, Xing Jiewang knows it, Xing Jiewang jumped down the mountain, and smashed Luo Zikun's chest again with a fist in his left hand.

Luo Zikun was originally fortunate to be shot by Jie Wang and fell down the mountain, on the way to fall, he wanted to mobilize the anger in his body, and in the fight against Jie Wang's punch, but the anger in his body could not be as he wished, he could move as he wanted, seeing that Jie Wang's punch was about to fall on his chest, Luo Zikun was angry, and he was already holding a certain death mentality.

"You want to kill all my Shura Eight Shashas!" Qian Xiufeng waved his hand casually, and easily defused Xing Jiewang's blow.

Seeing this, Xingjiewang did not pursue again and fell to the ground, Luo Zikun landed steadily with the help of Qian Xiufeng and was not injured.

Although Qian Xiufeng has been staying next to Wen Li's corpse, he has more than control over the current battle situation, seeing Luo Zikun fighting with Xingjiewang, Luo Zikun is about to die Xingjiewang's hands, so he will not sit back and watch Luo Zikun die and help.

Although Luo Zikun knew that Qian Xiufeng's strength was much higher than his own, he never thought that Qian Xiufeng could easily defuse Xingjiewang's blow, and he was surprised in his heart.

Although Xingjiewang couldn't say that he used all his strength for this blow, Qian Xiufeng defused his blow so easily, and the surprise in his heart was no lower than that of Luo Zikun.

Not far from the mountains and forests.

The boy was furious. The blood-colored whisk in Wei Shahuang's hand turned into a dusty long sword and stabbed at Pang Geng's chest.

"Grandma's, a traitor of the Huaxia clan, is so arrogant!" Pang Geng was unconvinced by Wei Shahuang, and the round double hammer in his hand slapped towards the blood-colored dust-colored long sword.

When Wei Shahuang heard this, he was furious in his heart, and no one wanted to be mentioned by others, but the double hammer in Pang Geng's hand had arrived, and he had to take back the bloody dust.

The double hammer in Pang Geng's hand did not slap the bloody dust, but the double hammer touched a solid one, making a burst of sound.

"Do you think that with Xingjiewang, you can cover the sky with one hand, you are all traitors of the Huaxia clan, and you are just tools in front of the king!" Pang Geng saw that Wei Shahuang kept dodging and did not touch himself, and the words in his mouth would not be easy to hear.

As the saying goes, hitting people doesn't slap them in the face, and scolding people doesn't expose their shortcomings.

Wei Shahuang and Xing Jie Wang were originally the ministers around the emperor Xuanyuan Yan, and were reused, but they couldn't resist the temptation, and finally killed the prince of the Huaxia clan and took refuge in the king of the alien race.

"......" Wei Shahuang was so angry that his face turned red when he heard this, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

The mouth is silent, but the hand does not stop, Wei Shahuang does not know when there is an extra talisman in his hand, this talisman is very similar to the Taoist talisman, the difference, the Taoist talisman uses the yellow talisman paper, cinnabar to draw the talisman, Wei Shahuang in the hand of this talisman is a black talisman paper, white and gray talisman, this black talisman is made of the human skin, the white-gray talisman is drawn with the ashes, it must be an evil thing.

Although Pang Geng knew that Wei Shahuang was a Taoist disciple before he took refuge with the king of the alien race, and the Taoist Fu Pang Geng had seen it, but the first time he saw such a Fu Pang Geng, he was stunned.

When Pang Geng was stunned, Wei Shahuang was not sluggish, and Wei Shahuang did not pinch the mantra between them, nor did he shoot towards Pang Geng, but towards the ground under Pang Geng's feet.

This talisman slapped the earth at the beginning of the time was no different, a few breaths, Pang Geng only felt the earth tremble under his feet, when Pang Geng was puzzled, the ground suddenly stretched out when the white bone palm grabbed Pang Geng's ankle.

Pang Geng knew that it was not a good deed, and swung the double hammer to smash the white bone palm, but the double hammer smashed a pair of white bone palms, but it couldn't smash the dozens of pairs of white bone palms, and the place where Pang Geng's ankle was completely grasped by the white bone palm.