Conspiracy!

That's the real conspiracy.

Wu Xuan reacted at this time, and the dragon scale blood dagger came out vertically and horizontally.

But it was like striking on a piece of iron, and it made a clear sound, and the shock made his arm numb.

He immediately saw the sneering face of the old man with the turtle shell, and the terrifying fist of the old man Taishan.

"Bang."

The punch hit Wu Xuan's chest hard, causing him to fly straight out.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Wu Xuan's mouth.

He endured the blood in his heart, so he didn't spit it out directly.

Then he gasped rapidly.

The old man of Mount Tai laughed: "Little ghost, true and false, false and true, do you really know the difference?" It's ridiculous. ”

Wu Xuan let out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and couldn't help cursing.

"You three old monsters are really despicable and shameless, and you actually use tricks against me, if you want me to say, it's you who are ridiculous. People who are more than 200 years old in age have to play tricks with me, a 20-year-old junior. ”

The lightning old man said disdainfully: "We respect our opponents, and besides, the battle of life and death, is it difficult for us to give you a trick." ”

The old man with the turtle shell shot directly, and he was quick and simple.

"So much nonsense with a dead man, hurry up and go back to drinking after the fight!"

Wu Xuan's expression was solemn, the combined power of these three old men.

It is not inferior to Qin Lao's original strength, but it is a tricky enemy.

And now he was slightly injured by the punch of the old man Taishan.

Compared to before, it is even more inferior.

The old man of the turtle shell is not good at killing tricks, he is known for his defense, and Wu Xuan knows that the other party is not a big threat to him.

On the contrary, the old man of Mount Tai and the old man of lightning are much trickier.

Suddenly, the lightning old man struck like a gust of wind.

His palm slammed into Wu Xuanqian's wrist with a dragon scale blood dagger.

Wu Xuan suddenly felt a tingling pain coming, and the palm that controlled the dragon scale blood dagger turned out to be numb, as if he couldn't control it.

Seeing the lightning old man's other palm attacking, he hurriedly changed the dragon scale blood dagger to the palm.

The edge was directly aimed at the fist of the old man Taishan.

Compared with the palm print of the lightning old man, this Taishan old man's fist is the most deadly.

However, the old man of Mount Tai suddenly retracted his fist, and Wu Xuan's dragon scale blood dagger was easily blocked by the old man with a turtle shell who rushed over.

The lightning old man's palm immediately slapped on Wu Xuan's back.

Although his strength was not as good as that of the old man Taishan, it was not very pleasant to be hit by this blow in the back.

Wu Xuan staggered two steps, but was blown out by the turtle shell old man.

He spurted out a wisp of blood, stabilized his body, and stared at the three people in front of him with a fierce gaze.

For him, fight against three old monsters with personal abilities.

It's a bit difficult.

However, he will definitely not give up.

The Eight Extremes were shocked, and Wu Xuan and the three strange old men were all at a disadvantage.

But he has always persevered and refused to admit defeat.

This spirit is really rare.

The combined attack of the three strange old men is really terrifying.

Their offense and defense simply have no weaknesses at all, which makes Wu Xuan overwhelmed, and he can't find the point at all.

Whether it's defense, strength, or speed.

These three monsters are compatible and tacit, and they are much faster than him.

"Little ghost, you don't have the slightest chance of winning, obediently admit defeat and wait for death, maybe we can let you die a little more happily." The old man of Mount Tai shouted fiercely.

Wu Xuan's eyes were cold: "You are at most an old immortal trash, what a big thing to say!" ”

"You're going to die!"

The old man of Mount Tai suddenly jumped high, and his pair of fists condensed a terrifying power and smashed down on Wu Xuan's head.

As soon as Wu Xuan wanted to dodge, he noticed that the two old men of lightning and turtle shell were attacking and killing in an instant.

Their attack was not strong, but they directly trapped Wu Xuan in it, unable to extricate themselves.

This turtle shell old man is extremely cunning, and he complements the lightning old man.

In between, no matter how offensive Wu Xuan was, he couldn't do the slightest damage.

Seeing the ferocious blow of the old man Taishan, he fell.

Wu Xuan had no choice but to do his best to resist the ferocity of the old man Taishan with the dragon scale blood dagger.

However, this gave the turtle shell and the lightning old man a free time.

The two made eye contact and instantly slapped several palms.

Wu Xuan had no choice but to support himself with his body.

But the strength of both was not weak, causing his body to stumble, and then the fist of the old man Taishan fell.

Wu Xuan's body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

His face was full of pain, and he was seriously injured by a punch from the old man Taishan, and he spat blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.

He gasped with difficulty, his chest aching like a fire, and the combined force of the three strange old men was as perfect as a circle and could not be overcome.

No matter how much he resisted, he still didn't have the slightest power to resist.

"Little ghost, isn't Fang Cai quite strong, why is he like a dead mouse now."

The old man laughed at the banter.

The three strange old men paced towards Wu Xuan, but the Eight Extremes Scattered People behind him were still indifferent.

This amazed them.

Could it be that this Taoist is just here to see the good drama of life and death?

But if that's the case, things will be much easier.

The lightning old man smiled gloomily: "Hurry up and finish it, I haven't drunk my wine yet." ”

Wu Xuan clutched his chest and breathed heavily, with some unwillingness and anger in his expression.

Wu Xuan thought to himself: These three old guys are not simple, even I have no room to fight back.

He stared at the three strange old men who came like death.

My heart is unusually calm, and I am thinking about the next response.

But the defense and attack of the three of them are perfect, as if there is no weakness.

At least he's fought a few times, and still hasn't found a pattern.

"Go to hell."

When the old man was about to start, he heard a slight stir outside the house.

Wu Xuan's gaze fell, revealing a look of surprise.

"Who are you?"

The three strange old men stared vigilantly at the bewitching woman who slowly came from outside the house.

She was only about forty or fifty years old, and under the veil of tulle revealed a mysterious sense of beauty, exuding a unique seductive temperament.

Just at the first glance, the three of them knew that this woman was definitely not an idle person.

Wu Xuan held back the exclamation in his heart, and it turned out to be the hell fairy-Murong Xiqin.

"Senior Murong is also here, it seems that the odds are in hand today."

Wu Xuan showed a sneer, full of confidence, but he didn't see Murong Xiqin make a move.

Murong Xiqin didn't even bother to glance at the three strange old men.

walked straight to the side of the Baji Sanren, hugged his chest and prepared to watch a good show.

She shouted, "Wu Xuan, keep fighting!" If you don't die, you don't lose! ”

Wu Xuan was a little stunned, this was going to make him desperate.

He couldn't laugh or cry, but he thought about it.

This is also the good intentions of several seniors.

In order to allow myself to grow in difficult situations.

He clenched the dragon-scale blood dagger, ignoring the pain all over his body.

He slowly stood up, pointing at the three strange old men.