At the same time, a battle royale was being staged dozens of kilometers away from Weicheng, Xin Shiyue's expression was distorted, and she held a crescent-shaped scythe in her right hand while chasing forward, slashing, and red knife light flew out from the red blade, flying non-stop on the path between the forests and cutting off all the trees in front of her.

And after that, the old man's figure was like the wind, and he chased after Tang Long, who fled in front of Xin Shiyue, and Tang Long's body staggered to stabilize his body in the following year, and he couldn't help but scold; "Damn, a bunch of dead old men, why are they so slow. Do you have to let them kill me? ”

Half an hour passed, and the two people behind slowly narrowed the distance with Tang Long, at this time the distance between the two sides was less than fifty meters, Tang Long's face changed and a magnificent starry sky map appeared behind him, and the two arm-thick five-clawed golden dragons hovered looming after getting up again, and then the two five-clawed golden dragons turned into essence and wrapped around Tang Long's ankles, his speed increased again, and gradually distanced himself from the two people behind.

The three of them are more than a hundred kilometers away from Weicheng, Xin Shiyue's face is full of indignation, she has been away from Weicheng for more than three hours, at this time she doesn't know what the battle situation in Weicheng is, but she also has some impatience in her heart and is ready to sacrifice the big move in her blood, stop Tang Long, she put the crescent-shaped sickle back into the sheath, the ten fingers of both hands kept dancing, and a brilliant red halo bloomed from her ten fingertips, and finally formed a triangular red mark, she shouted loudly; "Hand of the Demon God, Prisoner of Many!"

"Hua~" The triangular mark in her hand rose to the sky, and a radius of one kilometer suddenly became fierce, and red light fell from the sky, forming a giant cage with a length of dozens of meters and a width of five hundred meters, cutting off Tang Long's front.

"Phew." Tang Long stabilized his figure, put the white disc in his hand into the scorer, and couldn't help but spit on the ground, he turned around and pulled out the long sword behind his back, the tip of the sword pointed straight ahead, looking at the old man and the woman who were approaching him, and said; "If you want to get that thing, you'll have to step over my corpse!"

Xin Shiyue and Mu Lao stopped in the open space ten meters away from Tang Long, Xin Shiyue pulled out the sickle on her waist and looked at Tang Long with a cold voice; "I didn't intend to keep you alive."

Tang Long held his back with one hand and swept the two of them with cold eyes and said; "Aren't you ashamed to bully more than you can do?" If he forcibly confronts these two people, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for a long time, and all he needs to do now is to consume time and wait for support!

"More to bully less?" Xin Shiyue covered her mouth and smiled; "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you should be waiting for the old immortals to come and save you, right?" She slowly raised the scythe in her hand and said coldly to him; "However, there is no chance! Shepherd, quick decision. As soon as the words fell, she grabbed the handle of the sickle with both hands and pulled it back, a red light flashed, and the sickle in her hand actually grew to one meter three, and the huge blade exuded a seeping cold air, which couldn't help but make Tang Long shiver.

Mu Lao is not the kind of person who is reasonable, he rushed up with both hands and turned his fists, this old man is not as weak as he seems on the surface, this person is not as strong as the servant of the demon god in front of him, how can his strength not be strong, the strength of his punches is very strong, with a force of three hundred kilograms, and the angle of his attack is very tricky, at first Tang Long alone can still have a faint advantage, and after Xin Shiyue joined, Tang Long was a little invincible, holding a sword with both hands to resist the continuous attacks in front of him, and then kept retreating, Find a place where you can fight.

"Death~" Boss Mu shouted, a silver halo appeared on his fists, he slammed his right fist and hit Tang Long's heart, Tang Long's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly turned around and pulled back the long sword, and put his left hand on the sword body in order to resist this punch.

'Bang~' The fist landed on the sword body, and the invisible waves wanted to sweep around and sweep away the surrounding grass and trees, Tang Long could have resisted it, but there was an inner diameter bombardment on his hands above the sword body, in Tang Long's opinion, it was like a small car hitting his hands, his whole person floated backwards for more than ten meters, and finally hit a tree the size of a bowl before stopping, he made up his mind to show the skill of transformation, but at this moment.

"Die!" Xin Shiyue's face was distorted and she rushed towards Tang Long, the huge scythe was wielding it in her hand, and she picked up the scythe sideways and slashed towards Tang Long's crotch. Tang Long subconsciously moved half a step to the left, and waved the long sword in his hand to resist.

"Bang~" The blade of the sickle sparked with the blade of the long sword, and the powerful force was transmitted from the sword body to his tiger's mouth, making it crack instantly, even if Tang Long wanted to break his head, he would never have thought that the strength of a Qianqian woman would be so great.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Lao pounced again, and the two besieged Tang Long one after the other, not giving him a chance to show his skills at all, although Tang Long was a sixth-level professional, but under the attack of a sixth-level evolutionary and a sixth-level professional, he slowly fell into a disadvantage, and in less than five minutes, he was defeated.

"Boom~" Just as Tang Long was swinging his sword to resist Xin Shiyue, Mu Lao suddenly jumped up from the side, his knees were slightly bent, and he pressed his knees Tang Long's chest, the sound of broken bones sounded from his chest, he felt that his lung lobes were pierced by broken bones, and his whole person fell on the open space more than ten meters away like a kite with a broken string, and after a few rolls, he stopped, the long sword in his hand was not held stable for a while, and fell to the side, his face turned red, and he slowly stood up, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, Tang Long wanted to stand up but couldn't, he wanted to pick up the long sword on the side and fight again! But how could Mu Lao and Xin Shiyue give him a chance.

Mu Lao hurriedly stepped forward and kicked Tang Long's temple, his whole person was kicked into the air, at this moment Tang Long saw the world so slowly, the crisp sound of a broken skull sounded in his ears, and the world he saw with his right eye gradually became blurred, blood eroded all his right eye, and his consciousness was gradually lost.

"Plop~" Tang Long fell to the ground, blood overflowed from the seven orifices, his breathing and heartbeat had stopped, the silver robe on his body also became dim, and the white disc in his scorer also fell out, and all this was telling that Tang Long was dead! Xin Shiyue stepped forward and picked up the white disc, then turned around and left here with the old man, heading towards Weicheng.

Although Tang Long was dead, his consciousness was still in his head, his soul was imprisoned in a small dark room in the depths of his mind, he raised his head with his hands on his back and whispered; "A new era is coming."

In the middle of the city, Chen Ji tied up the long hair behind his back and draped it behind his back, strolling through the streets to find the remnants of the Leaning Moon Gang, and at this moment, there was a sudden feeling of powerlessness in his body, he staggered against the wall and gasped violently, suddenly a familiar female voice sounded from his head, and the corners of Chen Ji's mouth twitched slightly and muttered; "Tang Long, he's dead?"