Boss Bai didn't expect that the strength of Morohong Mountain would be so strong, and in a moment, he almost killed him.

Morojon Mountain holds Thomson in his hand. Tony, looking at everyone with cold eyes, can see the trend of the world at a glance. He is just showing everyone that he is the strongest person here, and only he can have artificial people, whether it is the Pope or Mingjue, don't want to compete with him.

"Those who follow me prosper, those who go against me die, whoever becomes an old man's road will never end well."

The Morohong Mountain is magnificent, and he shouted in a deep voice, like a thunderous sound, into the ears of the Pope and Mingjue, killing chickens and monkeys, Boss Bai is just a small person, and the most important thing is to deter the Pope and Mingjue. He knows that these two people are not easy to deal with, one is the god of Christian faith, and the other is the bull ear of Shaolin Temple.

"Hehe, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold out for long, Morohonshan, these words are still a little too pale and powerless for us, do you think you will believe it yourself?"

Mingjue said with a light smile, Moro Hongshan's face was gloomy and he didn't speak, but Mingjue didn't eat him at all, although his appearance was very bluffing, but the real strong period had passed, as long as Mingjue and the Pope suppressed him, then Moro Hongshan was not invincible.

"Then you can give it a try."

Morohong Mountain did not flinch, Boss Bai found a corner at this time and observed silently, his injuries were not light, and now it is impossible to compete with these strong people, the only chance is to wait until these guys are both defeated, to see if there is a chance to pick up the leak. As a powerhouse in the middle of the dragon vein, Boss Bai didn't expect to end up in such a downtrod position in this Qilian underground palace, in the final analysis, it was a lack of strength.

"Need my help? Pope. ”

A voice that passed into the secret came into the Pope's ears, only he could hear it, and if the Pope needed it at a critical moment, the man in black in the dark would not hesitate to stand up.

"You don't need it for the time being, you don't need to come out until you have to."

The Pope's lips squirmed slightly, and no one noticed his movements, not even Mingjue.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you, lowly humans, as the last royal family of Atlantis, I will kill you all in the name of the guardian family of Atlantis."

Mount Morohorn snorted and put Thomson. Tony threw it to Moro Kateng, and once again raised his gun into battle, the cold mangs surged, and there was a feeling of pulling out the mountain and covering the world, the Pope and Mingjue could only temporarily avoid the edge, the three of them kept jumping and chasing, countless agarwood was beaten into powder by them, sawdust flew all over the sky, and the entire hall became messy, and the Morohong Mountain, which had a high fighting spirit, finally began to go downhill, and the strong side gradually revealed a trace of decline, and the Pope and Mingjue glanced at each other, and they both saw the murderous opportunity in each other's eyes.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you! This is the common idea in their hearts, those who become big things are not informal, even if it is Mingjue who has been compassionate for decades, he has become ruthless, at this moment he has no choice, I don't kill Beren, Beren is likely to turn the gun against him, survival of the fittest survives, Mingjue can no longer continue to maintain the mentality that I don't go to hell who goes to hell, he won't let go until he gets the energy crystal.

"You attack him behind him, and I will fight him head-on."

Mingjue said in a deep voice, the Pope and him flew instantly, the figures moved, and the speed of the three of them made Boss Bai and Moro Kateng a little confused, the battle of the supreme powerhouse was so terrifying. Thomson. Tony always had a smile on his face, and he would be the ultimate beneficiary of whoever they could win in one fell swoop, at least no one would kill him.

Mingjue's hands and eyes are united, Shaolin Temple's eighteen kinds of martial arts, proficient in everything, the terrifying golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, Shengsheng shook back Moro Hongshan, the latter could not break his defense at all, Mingjue took over again with the nine-character mantra, and went down with the trend, three seals in a row, hit the spear of Moro Hongshan, one seal shook three mountains, two seals broke ten thousand laws, and the three seals directly broke the spear head of Moro Hongshan. Morohon's face was pale, and he staggered back, on the other side, the Pope's purple-gold scepter was also a three-face, which shook Morohongshan's spear from his hand, and a head-on blow made the Pope take a few steps back, and between his backhand, the purple-gold scepter picked up the spear in Morohongshan's hand.

"If you want me to die, you don't want to live well."

Morohon's face became more and more hideous, just when the pope picked up the handle of his gun, a scissor foot swept away, and the pope dodged again and again, but Morohon did not retreat, and the chain of palms, like thunder, hit the pope's heart one after another, and the pope spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the purple gold scepter pointed to repel Morohon. Mingjue seized the opportunity, a strong Vajra leg, and pressed down like a force splitting Huashan, Morohon Mountain was kicked away several times, Mingjue did not intend to give Moro Hongshan the slightest respite, the two of them fought in close quarters again, Moro Hongshan's defense was still a step worse than Mingjue, and the horror of the golden bell jar alone made Morohon Mountain a little drumming in his heart.

More than a dozen punches in a row, it was completely on the iron plate, Mingjue was not idle, the two of them started the most primitive battle, hand-to-hand combat was quite enjoyable, both of them were sweating profusely, the Pope sneered and joined in, and the brawl of the three of them once again pushed the battle to Gao Chao.

"Give me death!"

The Pope roared, and the offensive changed again. Moro Hongshan's face is ugly, avoiding its edge, it is also unavoidable, two fists are invincible with four hands, the joint battle of the two dragon vein peak powerhouses, Moro Hongshan is not considered to have weakened the limelight of the Moro family, but the result is still not very good, his injuries have become more and more serious, but fortunately, the Pope and Mingjue are also each with their own injuries, if the killer is really moved, then Moro Hongshan may not be afraid of these two people, at least he can pull a cushion on his back, or hit both of them hard. This price is obviously not willing to be paid by both the Pope and Mingjue.

Sweating profusely, he kept gasping, staring at Morokaye, their battle was finally over, because everyone knew how difficult it was to kill a dragon vein powerhouse, regardless of it for the time being, none of them wanted to become a survivor, so the chances of survival here would become more and more slim.

"If we continue to fight now, we can only lose both, I think, let's go to the top of the ladder to see how it goes."

The Pope broke the long silence and whispered a suggestion.

Mingjue didn't speak, and Morohongshan didn't speak, but they all acquiesced, because no one wanted to die for the time being.

"Okay, I'll let you live a little longer."

Morojon Mountain Road.

"Megalomaniacal guy, I hope you have the last laugh."

Mingjue remained silent, and walked step by step towards the ladder to the sky. But at this moment, the wind and clouds rose again, and a streamer of light broke through the door in the middle, and flew directly towards them, the boulder shattered, and between the electric light and flint, no one could react, and the Pope was directly knocked into the air, smashed on the stone steps, and was smashed out of a pit.

"Said to be a threesome, but the two of you came secretly, still like stealing chickens and dogs back then, without me, can you two gain a foothold here?"

A middle-aged man wearing a trench coat with a strong figure, wearing sunglasses, stood on top of the agarwood, and said coldly, the Pope and Mingjue glanced at each other, and the corners of their mouths showed a bitter taste.