The Nine Lives Iron Lion's voice fell, and he took a step forward, waved the mace in his hand, and the wind and thunder sounded, and a black stick shadow dozens of feet long rose into the sky, carrying a black arc and smashing it towards the Tianfeng War Boat.

This person will fight when he says he will fight, and he will shoot quickly, if it weren't for the lust of Ziyun just now, that long tongue that can't be prevented might really be able to unexpectedly hit the opponent in the next battle.

"Stand down!"

The disciple of Wuwei Sect said coldly.

With a wave of his left hand, a black brick rolled and flew out, turning into several zhang in an instant, and hit the past against the shadow of the stick, and there was a thunder, and a seven-colored thunder net suddenly appeared on the black brick.

The thunder sounded, the shadow of the stick collapsed, and the black bricks flew back upside down, dripping and spinning above the heads of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect.

Hearing the admonition of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, Tietou, Xu Jie, Xiaoqing, and Liu Qiao'er did not hesitate for a moment, and their figures flickered and rushed into the quiet room in the middle of the battle boat.

The opponent is too strong, and this person has no power to fight back.

The Nine Lives Iron Lion and the Venerable Ziyun didn't mind the disappearance of the person at all, and only looked up and down at the black bricks above the heads of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect.

"Boy, is this Taiyin Hao Yuanshi?"

The Nine Lives Iron Lion hummed, his eyes widened, and the greed in his eyes was full.

"Tsk, I didn't expect you to be ugly, but you still have a bit of intelligence, the deity is now lacking a mount, if you are willing to worship under the deity, you can see this treasure every day, you don't have to drool like now!"

The disciple of Wuwei Sect said teasingly, the black light flashed in his hand, and there was an extra black long rod of length and length, and the small golden points of light on the long stick shone uncertainly.

Following the presentation of the long stick, Zhou's void trembled slightly.

"Hmph, your tone is not small, do you think you are the Seven Yao Demon Lord?"

Hearing the teasing of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, the Nine Lives Iron Lion couldn't help but be angry, and he couldn't wait to smash the disciples of the Wuwei Sect to death with a stick, but his eyes were firmly staring at the long stick in the hands of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, and he was secretly jealous in his heart.

Although this long stick seems inconspicuous, the smell is very strange, which makes him feel depressed for a while.

And the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy dared to despise him so much, they must have relied on it, in the end, the prestige of the Shattered Star Holy Sword was not boasted.

"What nonsense with them, and then other people come over, wouldn't it be troublesome!"

The Venerable Purple Cloud was old and impatient, and raised his hand to strike a magic battle at the golden shield.

With a muffled "bang", the shield actually shattered, turning into a series of golden long strange snakes, as many as hundreds, hissing and screaming like a torrential rain.

The sleeves of Mrs. Baihua's robe shook, and a small flower blue shining with green light and shadow flew out of the sleeve, and it only shone a few times and turned into several zhang long, and above the flower blue, the green and green vines full of yellow flowers rose and grew rapidly, bending and winding towards the strange snake.

With the presentation of Hua Lan, the space within a radius of dozens of miles trembled violently, and the wisps of Liuhe original qi rushed towards Hua Lan, and a thick fragrance of plants and trees filled between Liuhe.

It doesn't seem to be a mortal thing.

At this moment, the figure of the Nine Lives Iron Lion flickered, and a vague one appeared in the sky above the Tianfeng Boat, and with a wave of the mace in his hand, he struck at the black brick above the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy.

If the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy sacrifice the black bricks to meet them, under this stick, the black bricks will inevitably rebound back, and even if they can't hit the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy, they will be smashed strictly on the Tianfeng War Boat.

The disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy seemed to have been prepared, and their hearts were moved, and a thunderclap sounded, and a seven-colored arc of water bucket thickness flashed out of the black bricks, broke through the air, and struck the past with the shadow of the stick, but the black bricks flew out of the battle boat like teleportation.

At the same time, the figure of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy rose into the air, and the long black rod in his hand was raised high, drawing a semicircle, followed by the seven-colored arc that struck the Nine Lives Iron Lion.

The thunder roared, and a dazzling electric light burst out in the air, and the Nine Lives Iron Lion was of course unharmed in the shelling of this seven-colored thunder light, but the shadow of the mountain stick was repelled by this Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

With a buzz, the void shattered, and a black rod shadow broke through the thunder light and smashed the mace.

In the loud sound that resounded in the sky, the huge body of the Nine Lives Iron Lion bounced up like a ball, one of his right arms was faintly numb, the tiger's mouth was hot, the mace almost flew out of his hand, and the parts hit by the black long stick were distorted and deformed, and the sharp wolf tooth spikes were long gone.

Following this stick shadow, there was also a cold smell that followed the mace into the arm of the Nine Lives Iron Lion, and then flew away along the meridian pulse dantian.

The Nine Lives Iron Lion's heart sank secretly, and he hurriedly urged the true qi to circulate rapidly in his body, and this piercing chill immediately dissipated invisibly.

The figure of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy flickered, and he landed on the battle boat from his head, staggering to his feet, and the qi and blood in his body were jubilant.

This Nine Lives Iron Lion is worthy of being a mid-level Demon Lord, and his strength is far stronger than that of the Jade Bone Demon Lord and the Soul Breaker.

Looking left and right, Mrs. Baihua had already flown away from the war boat, standing in the air on a white cloud, surrounded by green vines, turning into a row of rattan nets, among the rattan nets, golden strange snakes hissed and screamed, trying to get out of trouble, but they were tightly entangled by the green vines that continued to grow.

The sharp teeth of the golden strange snake bit the green vine angrily, and the green vines were dry and necrotic, but in an instant, new green vines continued to surround the body of the strange snake.

Strange snakes can't do green vines, one by one green vines can only trap these strange snakes and can't kill, although there are sharp wooden thorns on the green vines, but they can't pierce into the golden strange snake's solid skin like a magic weapon, and the surrounding force can't strangle it.

For a while, they couldn't hold each other.

And the person who was in Ziyun was sunk into the sea, and his divine sense swept over, and he couldn't even notice the other party's figure.

The disciples of Wuwei Sect couldn't help but be secretly vigilant in their hearts, and stretched out their hands to rush at the black bricks, and the black bricks distorted and changed into a set of black armor, and in a flash, they were about to be draped on their bodies.

At this moment, there was a flash of purple light on the back, and a purple flame tumbling claw grabbed at the back of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy, and the sharp nails were rare inches long, like a short blade, shining with a faint brilliance.

The disciple of Wuwei Sect snorted coldly, and the blood demon battle armor emerged from his body on its own, and the armor scales were fine and strong, and the armor scales in the back of the heart were layered on top of each other, consolidating abnormally.

With a wave of his right arm, the long stick suddenly struck backwards.

"Bang!" "Boom!"

Two loud noises sounded one after another, and the figure of the disciple of the Wuwei Gate Academy flew away like a meteor outside the battle boat, the qi and blood in his body vibrate, and his chest was bored, and the white claw marks on the battle armor witnessed the sharpness of this claw shadow, but if he wanted to break through this holy rank spirit treasure level battle armor, he was still a little behind.

On the battle boat, the Venerable Ziyun crawled around with a bone, his face distorted. Shocked and angry, he glanced at the golden magic weapon that fell to the ground and was distorted and deformed like a twisted flower, and he was afraid for a while. If it hadn't been blocked with this golden magic weapon, the stick just now would have hit the body. It must not taste too comfortable, and it is inevitable that bones and tendons will break.

A right arm holding a mace was already numb under this stick and could not concentrate its strength, and there was also a faint pain on the left claw.

Although he was very fond of Mrs. Baihua, the disciples of the Wuwei Sect were the first policy, and the good show he had just played was full of numbing the disciples of the Wuwei Sect for the sake of this sniping, but the result was that the previous achievements were wasted.

Of course, the power of the magic weapon was brutal, he was determined to be highly poisonous, and according to his plan, he was originally prepared to grab the heart of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect. Then he smashed the head of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy, even if this claw could not pass through the chest, as long as he cut through the skin of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect, the disciple of the Wuwei Sect would also be poisonous, and at that time, the work would become simple.

Unexpectedly, the disciples of Wuwei Sect Academy were able to transform the Taiyin Hao Yuan Stone into a battle armor, and there was another set of battle armor on their bodies, so they knew that this was the case. It's better to knock on the heads of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect first.

Remorse was useless, his mouth opened, and purple beads as large as pigeon's eggs spurted out of his mouth one after another, shooting towards the disciples of Wuwei Sect in a zigzag shape.

The disciples of the Wuwei Sect flicked their fingers. Dao golden light flew out, turning into a small golden sword of a ruler length, and slammed into a bead like lightning.

The muffled sound came continuously. The beads shattered violently, turning into a cloud of purple mist tumbling and scattering rapidly around the circle. The smell of fishy food filled the void.

In the air, the Iron Lion of Nine Lives was about to pounce with a mace in his hand. Seeing this thick purple mist rising into the sky, Pupil Ren couldn't help but shrink slightly, and suddenly stopped, this poisonous mist, even he didn't dare to be lightly infected.

Mrs. Baihua's face changed greatly, and she had words in her mouth, only to see a large piece of blue light flashing, and even the person teleported to a thousand zhang away with the magic weapon, and after a few flashes, she had already dodged thousands of feet away.

The corner of the disciple of Wuwei Gate couldn't help but have a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, his figure flickered, he retreated back hundreds of zhang away, held his breath, and his empty left hand drew a semicircle forward, and a blue light flame flew towards the poisonous mist like a water wave, one wave after another, and the void instantly became cold and piercing, and the blue light flame and the flying purple mist collided with each other, and in the sizzling sound, the purple mist turned into a cloud of blue and purple ice cubes, falling towards the ground.

In an instant, dozens of acres of purple mist have all turned into ice cubes of different sizes, and the ice cubes fell on the ground, and clouds of black smoke rose from the ground, and the gravel and sediment quickly turned into black ash.

Seeing that the poisonous mist could not hurt the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, the Venerable Ziyun's face couldn't help but turn red, and the purple flames around him flashed, and he was about to rush forward.

At this very moment,