Chapter 234 Blood Battle (Middle) A crystal clear, baby-like arm grew directly from the old monk's arm, and the newborn arm was incompatible with the old monk's thin and wrinkled body, making the picture look very weird.

"Let's go up together!" shouted a strong-blooded monk in the crowd.

"Yes, let's shoot together and see how he resists!" The people of the Qingyang Alliance exited one after another, and the blood and qi of hundreds of monks were superimposed, and they were strong and terrifying!

"Damn, cramp and peel his skin, and throw him into the Dan furnace to die!" Many people gritted their teeth and sacrificed weapons, including mortal magic weapons, high-grade magic weapons, and some high-quality magic weapons and psychic magic weapons, hundreds of weapons are shining, and the momentum alone is terrifying.

In the hall of the demon temple, there is a dazzling brilliance, and all the magic weapons of various colors are suspended in the air, floating above the monk's head, there are fairy swords, there are feather fans, there are dust, there are gourds, there are all kinds of strange, each monk uses the weapons condensed by the Yuan Shen are different, which makes people dazzled for a while.

The old monk who had just grown a right arm said in a deep voice: "Be careful, the hammer in that kid's hand is very weird, as long as the Yuan Shen weapon is smashed by it, it will not only seriously injure the Yuan Shen, but may even die directly." ”

"It's all two shoulders and one head, who is afraid of whom, let's go up together and see how he can resist?" Many young monks in the Qingyang League are full of blood, and they are numerous, and a monk of the Three Realms of the Xuan Rank is not enough to be afraid.

"Miscellaneous hair, suffer death!"

A monk drove a flame whip and whipped it, this person was one of the five psychic powerhouses of the Qingyang League present, but if the Burning Heaven was removed, it should be one of the four psychic monks, he cultivated to be in the Psychic Realm, but he was stronger than the Burning Heaven.

"Smack!"

The whip burned with raging flames, pumping so fast that even the void was shattered, bringing with it the sound of hunting wind, and a wave of hot heat!

In the face of the long whip that could be drawn from a distance that could be infinitely extended, Wu Heng's response was simple and rude, and with a grasp of his left hand, he held the whip that was burning with flames tightly in his palm, he was an ancient Xuanbing god body, and he was cold, how could he be afraid of this level of flames?

"Didn't scorch him?" the monk who wielded the flaming whip was worried in his heart, and finally understood that this kid was not only infinitely powerful, but also physically strong and perverted.

The old monk of the Qingyang League couldn't help but twitch slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that we have met a strong enemy, and the kid will definitely be a young leader of the Central Continent generation in the future!"

Wu Heng sneered, "Hmph, I didn't freeze you to death, you want to burn me?"

Suddenly, a stream of air that made people cold to the bone emanated from Wu Heng's body, and the flames on the flaming long whip he grabbed in his left hand were instantly hit by the cold current, and the long whip condensed into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly spreading to the other end of the long whip.

"This ......" The monk who was driving the long whip only felt a piercing chill coming from the right arm that grabbed the whip, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart, looking at it, the whip that stretched for dozens of meters was all formed into thick ice strips, and his arm also began to have a tendency to coagulate into ice, and the blood in the blood vessels was stagnant and became cold.

Seeing this, the old monk's eyelids jumped, and he reminded loudly: "Quick, quickly put down that long whip!"

"No, I can't move...... middle-aged monk who is driving the long whip has a panicked face, and he can't help but curse in his heart, what kind of person is this guy, not only is his body strong, but his body can also exude a cold current.

"Well, it looks like I'll have to cut off your right arm. The old monk sighed, his cloudy eyes immediately became extremely sharp, he took out a sharp long knife from the storage ring, and with a wave of his right hand, he cut off one of the middle-aged monk's arms.

"No...... Don't ......" The middle-aged man screamed repeatedly, if his right arm was cut off, he could not live like an old monk, if he wanted to rebuild the broken arm, he could only rely on the spirit treasure of heaven and earth, but there was no seventh-grade level or above the seventh-grade level of immortal medicine without the effect of recasting the flesh, and the seven-grade immortal medicine was also a peerless immortal treasure in Zhongzhou, where was he qualified to take such a monk.

"Poof!"

It's a pity that it's too late to stop it, a bloody light shot out, more than a meter high, the man's entire arm fell to the ground, and gradually became cold, the middle-aged monk's face became very pale, bloodless, and one of his right arms was cut off, which directly made him lose his combat effectiveness.

"If you don't cut off your right arm, your whole body will be frozen. The old monk shook his head, his expression was very cold, he didn't expect that hundreds of people in the dignified Qingyang League would be bullied like this by a little monk of the Three Realms of Xuan's Rank!

"Kill!" his eyes glistened with blood, and he shouted, old and distant, echoing in the vast demon temple.

"Kill!" Hundreds of monks of the Qingyang League had red eyes, and their shouts shook the mountains and rivers, and the power was terrifying.

"Clusters of Clusters ......"

Hundreds of magic weapons quickly killed Wu Heng, and there was a non-stop sound of breaking the air.

Above the hall, there was a burst of light, and the magic weapons in the sky bloomed with colorful brilliance, dazzling, and even Wu Heng couldn't help frowning.

"Now Wu Heng is in trouble, hundreds of magic weapons are dispatched at the same time, even if his flesh is strong, I am afraid that he will be smashed into meat puree. Ouyang Xi didn't know whether to sigh or be happy, sighing that such an amazing genius had fallen, it was a pity. Happily, the Qingyang Alliance solved a powerful enemy for him in the future.

"Hmph, look at what you can do to block the attacks of hundreds of monks from my Qingyang Alliance!" the older monk shouted coldly.

Hundreds of weapons attacked, like a wave of the sea, magnificent, just that pressure, not ordinary monks can withstand, Wu Heng jumped into the air, turned the ancient sky-turning hammer in his hand, and blasted a purple gold spear that attacked first into pieces.

"Boom!"

He smashed a jade bowl with another backhand hammer.

Among the hundreds of people in the Qingyang League, the owners of the two weapons all spewed out a mouthful of Yuan Shen essence blood, these magic weapons are their Yuan Shen weapons, once the weapon is broken, the Yuan Shen is also seriously injured, and Wu Heng's ancient sky-turning hammer is full of demonic energy, very weird, by smashing the weapon, devouring the power of its master's Yuan Shen.

"Poof. ”

The expressions on the faces of the two monks became hideous, and they vomited blood again and again, and finally their bodies dried up and died.

"Damn, the hammer in that kid's hand is so evil that the weapon that was hit seems to be sucking up the master's primordial spirit. The idle monks who were watching the battle trembled in their hearts, and they involuntarily retreated.

"But even if the weapon in his hand is evil, he can't smash hundreds of weapons at the same time?" one person asked.

The old monk of the Qingyang League watched hundreds of weapons smashed away, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shouted: "Hmph, even if your physical body is strong, you can't resist the bombardment of such a multi-god weapon at the same time!"

"Whether you can resist it or not, it's not up to you!" Wu Heng fought back powerfully, his right hand condensed the essence element, and carved a series of runes in the void, the runes were brilliant and bright, and there were thousands of changes, mysterious and mysterious.

Suddenly, he shouted, "The Great Dao Formation, the sealing array is opened!"

An incomparably large "seal" character appeared in the corner of the void, filled with a mysterious aura.

Wu Heng used his big hand to wave the shock mark, and the word "seal" appeared in his right hand, grabbing it in the void, and hundreds of weapons poured in like a tide, one by one by him grabbed the palm of his hand, and used the power of the "seal" array to shrink the weapon hundreds of times, becoming as big as a grain of dust.

"This, impossible, he can actually grab so many weapons in the palm of his hand through the air?" The monks of the Qingyang League looked terrified, once they lost their weapons, they were like tigers that had lost their teeth, and they had lost at least half of their combat effectiveness.

Wu Heng felt that he couldn't finish grasping it with his right hand, so he grabbed it with his left hand, and hundreds of attacking Yuan Shen weapons were quickly collected by him and stored in the space jade pendant, he smiled and said, "Nothing is impossible!"

"Hurry up and return the weapon to us!" Seeing that Wu Heng had put his weapon into the storage jade pendant, the people of the Qingyang League suddenly became even more anxious and shouted directly.

"Hahahaha. Wu Heng suddenly felt amused and said, "Have you ever seen someone give a knife to the enemy, and then call the enemy to stab him?"

Many young people who were full of blood and strength shouted loudly: "What kind of hero is it to collect all our weapons, there is a kind of head-to-head!"

"What nonsense with him, without weapons, you can still smash this bastard's mouth!" shouted a psychic monk.

"Bastard, who do you say?" the light in Wu Heng's eyes was very indifferent and asked.

The scolding monk said, "What about you, mongrel, if you have the ability, come and smoke Lao Tzu?"

There were hundreds of Qingyang League monks standing behind him, and as soon as Wu Heng came over, he was faced with the physical attacks of hundreds of people, even if he had the formation pattern of the sealing weapon, there should be no formation pattern of the sealing person?

Would Wu Heng dare to rush into the position of hundreds of monks alone?

"Smack!"

Before everyone could think about this question, a slap print appeared on the psychic monk's face, unparalleled in the world, extremely fast, and he was an ancient god, naked in hand-to-hand combat, what could he do in the face of hundreds of people?

"Kind of say it again?" Wu Heng's right hand was like a plice, grabbing the monk's throat, and the man's feet were already hanging in the air, and Wu Heng was grasping him like a chicken.

The voice was so cold that it felt like you had fallen into a hole in the ice.

"Uh...... Let go of Lao Tzu...... If you dare to go against the Qingyang Alliance, you will die a very ...... Belch...... As soon as the monk's voice fell, he was directly pointed out by Wu Heng and killed the Yuan Shen, and his eyes widened and died.

"Who else wants me to go over and smack his mouth?" Wu Heng looked at the Qingyang League monks around him, the light in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and many people who saw it were furious in their hearts.

The oldest monk in the Qingyang League had a terrifying look in his eyes, and he said categorically: "Boy, you have caused a big incident, wait for me to inform you of this, and my people from the Qingyang League will not let you go!"

Wu Heng showed a cruel smile and stepped forward with his right foot, "None of you want to get out alive, let alone tell about it." ”

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