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However, although Zhu Biao dodged this blow, he also rushed at the canopy angrily, and the people of the Demon Dao were really too shameless. One Blood Sea Monk is not enough, plus one Sima Zifeng, and now there is another one, it is too deceitful!

Zhu Biao's face was tense, and after the volley swept out of the air and landed on the ground, he gathered the strength of his whole body, and the internal force of the nine yin was dense all over the body, and the whole body exuded a yin to cold aura, and the palms slammed together, and the blow of "poof......" defeated Ge, Zhu Biao had already evaded the pursuit of the monk of the Blood Sea, swept to the head of the second sneak attacker, and was sealed on the head.

The man's swift figure paused, and his palms slammed out again and again to meet the fierce Nine Yin internal force. Suddenly, there was a violent sound, a strong wind was blowing, and the smell was overflowing. Then a figure flickered in, and in an instant, an earth-shattering sound came, and the stirring dust blurred the sight.

"Humph! Isn't it to bully less with more? Lao Tzu will fight hard to get injured, and I will also reduce your personnel by another one-"

Sima Zifeng flew into the air again, and Zhu Biao's feet sank into the loess and reached his calf. But immediately, he had already raised his strength to twelve, and his body rushed out, not dodging the palm behind the monk of the Blood Sea, and bowed his body in the air, aiming at the target under his head and feet.

The palms waved again and again, but I saw that the palms containing the evil aura were like a gray sky, covering the person with the poisonous palm.

The person with the poisonous palm was much worse than Zhu Biao, and he couldn't dodge it at all, so he could only squat and lunge, and transport the poisonous palm to the top, and the palms of one hand became black and swollen, and the fishy smell came out through the palms, which made people smell disgusting. The two palms of yin and black intersected, squeezing and pressing each other, and there were bursts of hissing, followed by a thunderous explosion.

The Blood Sea Monk jumped out of the battle circle with a shocked face, and that kid actually attracted all his palm power. What's that trick?

"Hmm...... Oh......"

With a muffled snort, the figure of the person with the poisonous palm also volleyed out of the misty flying dust, landed a foot away, staggered back a few steps, and sat on the ground unsteadily. I saw blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and a palm print was printed on his left chest, which had already suffered a heavy blow.

Zhu Biao struggled to suffer internal injuries, and carried "The Great Shift of Qiankun" to direct all the palm power of the Blood Sea Monk from behind him to the two palms. That is to say, the blow he had just dealt to the poisonous palm. It not only contains his full strength. It also contains the ferocious blow of the monk of the blood sea. Of course, the person with the poisonous palm will not be able to resist it.

Zhu Biao's figure also rolled in the air for several turns, but when he fell to the ground, all his strength was unloaded, his toes were a little on the ground, and he avoided Sima Zifeng's blow again, and swept forward again. "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon" did not have its strength, and when it swept to seven feet in front of the person with the poisonous palm, his palms suddenly came out, and a flying dragon struck the person in the chest and abdomen in the sky.

The poisonous palm is really extremely frustrated. I thought that no matter how powerful Zhu Biao was, he couldn't be as powerful as the Blood Sea Monk and Sima Zifeng, and the two of them would naturally be able to stabilize Zhu Biao when they joined forces against the enemy, and they were beating the side drum. Isn't it nine out of ten?

How can this person be so strong in light skills, he can't avoid his own palm from time to time, and then he aimed at himself like a grudge, but with just one blow, he was seriously injured.

At the moment, this second palm, the person with the poisonous palm can only hide, and he can't accept it. Otherwise, this palm would have cost him his life.

"Boom...... Touch...... Touching ......"

Listening to the muffled sound of two palms hitting the flesh, Zhu Biao's left and right palms hit the opponent's right chest and left ribs respectively, and the eighteen palms of the dragon spit out. The fierce strength leaked into the enemy's chest, abdomen, and internal organs like a tide.

The man was originally skimming obliquely to avoid his palm, but as soon as his figure landed and wanted to see Zhu Biao chasing after him like a shadow, he was extremely shocked in his heart. I had to slash my panicked feet again, and my palms slashed out in a panic.

But his light skills are really much worse than Zhu Biao, the right chest and left ribs shook suddenly, the dantian qi machine spread out in pain, his eyes bulged, and he opened his mouth to exhale, but his chest and ribs were already inverted, and his heart was broken. The seven-hole bleeding that was too late to hum died.

There was another thunderous earthquake in the field, and Sima Zifeng finally saw Zhu Biao's palm split, which was blocked by Zhu Biao's 'Divine Dragon Swing Tail', but Zhu Biao himself also flew forward seven or eight feet away, and staggered a few times before he stood firm.

The Blood Sea Monk killed. When Zhu Puma Bu had just stood firm, a volley like a red cloud swooped down. Under the swoop of the big sleeves, a rush of rushing and rushing Nei Jia Gang rolled up - swift and extremely fast.

Zhu Biao's internal strength has not yet recovered, and he does not dare to take it hard, his feet slip, fluttering obliquely, and flashing lightly.

Sima Zifeng's face was gloomy. He teamed up with the Blood Sea Monk to deal with a junior, and he couldn't kill it quickly, and he was even dragged down a life, and he felt that he had lost all his face.

Although the kid in front of him was extremely freakish, and his skills were only higher than his own, he still whirled around violently in the air, and his purple robe was spread, like a giant eagle, and he swooped towards Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao lost the opportunity and immediately fell into danger, so he had to use light skills again and again to dodge. Whether it was the Blood Sea Monk or Sima Zifeng's offensive, it was like a raging storm, but although the posture was strong, no one could involve him in his own trouble.

Before the stone building, the battle between the Wanfeng Ghost King and the silver-haired old dao was also coming to an end, but it was less than fifty moves, and the silver-haired old dao was already only able to parry, and he had no power to fight back.

The ghost king struck again, and the sky was full of cloudy wind and ghost claws, whimpering and whistling. The silver-haired old man knew that he couldn't resist for long, so he gritted his teeth, ruthlessly raised all his strength, condensed it on his palms, and his body quickly cut into the ghost king's attack, forcing in front of the ghost king.

But hearing the sound of "oh ......", the ghost king's left arm shook suddenly, and he snorted out in pain, and then a sour feeling of numbness went up his arm. The silver-haired old man desperately struck a blow, wanting to kill the Ten Thousand Winds Ghost King as much as possible, but saw that the Ten Thousand Winds Ghost King ignored the injury on his left arm, and took the opportunity to cut into the place less than two feet in front of the old Dao, and his right palm was like a dragon out of the hole, and all his body strength was in this palm and hit the old man's chest.

When the silver-haired old man hit the left arm of the ghost king, he was still overjoyed in his heart, and he felt that he would not be able to take it next, and he could temporarily abolish the ghost king's arm.

However, what shocked him was that the figure of the ghost king was already approaching in front of him, and a palm slammed into his chest and heart, and it was too late to flash, "touch the ......"

Suddenly, his heart shook, and his eyes were black and his mouth was sweet. Before he could react, he was hit hard.

"Vomit...... Wow...... Wow......"

A blood arrow spurted out from his mouth, and the old Dao was dizzy in his brain, so he could only try to maintain an accuracy to spray the blood arrow into the face of the ghost king.

The Ten Thousand Winds Ghost King's body sank violently, dodging the incoming blood arrows, and his feet were about to kick the silver-haired old man in a coma in a row. If the kick hits, the old way must be dead and alive.

Chang Zhuzi, Chang Zhenzi, and Chang Mingzi tried their best to run the two Nine Palace Bagua Sword Formations that had been reunited. and three seven-star sword formations. Under the siege of more than a dozen demon path masters, it was also in danger.

But seeing that Uncle Shi's death was imminent, the long pestle really couldn't take care of it much, his body rushed over, the sword flashed, and the sword stabbed at the feet of the Ten Thousand Ghost King.

"Qiang—"

The sword collided with his feet, and there was a symphony of iron and gold.

The long pestle only felt an unrivaled force and flew out with the long sword in his hand, and then a foot shadow quickly kicked towards his face. Immediately lowered his head, touched the tip of his toe to the bun on his head, and banged to see that the neat hair of the long pestle was completely draped.

A blood trail flowed down the middle of his forehead, dodging the kick but not the attached innate true qi.

The long pestle was stunned. The Ten Thousand Winds Ghost King fell to the ground, slapped his back with a palm, and after the whole person snorted, his body fell to the ground. Slithered a few feet, leaving a bloody arrow spraying to the ground.

"Hehe, Ning and Lao Niubi, you are really angry. It's all at this time, and the calf's nose is about to die, and it hasn't come out yet? ”

There was really no one who could stop the Ten Thousand Wind Ghost King from entering the stone building.

And then. Then Zhu Biao saw a 'boom', and the entire three-story stone building with dozens of houses and suites completely cracked in front of his eyes.

The dust in the sky was quickly swept away by the energy.

Sima Zifeng and Monk Xuehai no longer chased Zhu Biao. Zhu Biao saw the purple-gold Taoist in the morning and the Ten Thousand Winds Ghost King, looking east and west facing each other.

And what is extremely strange is that the seriously injured and unconscious long pestle and silver-haired old Dao have been put behind him by Ning He Daoren.

The people on both sides of the venue also faced each other from a state of group fighting, and both sides were tense, and there was a great intention of starting a group fight again.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable. The ghost king hurt so many disciples in my view, and the poor Dao had to ask for a lesson or two. "Ning He Daoren's palm gesture is light-faced, but looking at the strength of the opposite side like a surging tide of anger, he knows what it means to lift weights lightly.

"Haha, you self-proclaimed white-minded guys. The good thing is to be serious and insincere. If you want revenge, you can say revenge generously, and ask for advice or two-" The King of Ten Thousand Winds and Ghosts was full of spirit and said with pride: "Old Bullnose, if you have the courage, you will take this trick of the deity." ”

Under the swoop of his sleeves, a palm was pushed out with a flat chest, and a faint gray mist followed the palm momentum, and the mist pressed towards the people of Ninghe Dao. It seems to be soft and weak, but it actually has the power of dissolving gold and breaking stones.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Ning Dao people shouted again, their palms turned over, and their whole body suddenly emitted, and after the two yin winds touched softly, there was a loud sound of cracking the space like a silk, and then a gust of wind rolled around.

"Kill—"

The group fight began again. Sima Zifeng and Monk Xuehai continued to join forces against the enemy Zhu Biao, this time Zhu Biao, who did not lose his hand, would have been able to deal with the two, and even he thought that after he used "Dugu Nine Swords", he would not necessarily be able to fight one against two.

But at this time, Zhu Biao no longer has the previous 'bravery'. After seeing Ning and Daoren's skills, he felt that his fight was completely meaningless.

Is the skill of Ning Dao people very neat, it seems that it will not be a big problem for the long pestle and the silver-haired old Taoist to stand up before the accident, right?

Could it be that his internal wounds healed in this quarter of an hour? Or is it like in the bloody plot, it was the silver-haired old Taoist and the long pestle who went forward and won him the most precious period of time, allowing him to get through the most critical moment?

I don't believe it!

This battle is like a play. The people of the White Way are acting, and the people of the Demon Dao are also acting, only Zhu Biao himself is not acting, so now he feels like a fool now... (To be continued......)