Fang Rui, the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, seemed to be able to hear the wailing of the divine sword in his hand, which made him feel distressed, but he was helpless, he really didn't expect that he, who had been famous for a long time and had become the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, would be pressed and beaten by a weak woman and a girl together with Lei Dong in his lifetime.

And Lin Qi was even more surprised, because the strength of Zhuang Yanqiao in front of him was really subversive of his cognition, after all, if it is like a spiritual absolute today, all cultivation depends on a large amount of resource accumulation, and the accumulation of this resource also has a limit.

In the accepted cognition, the peak stage of fame is between forty and fifty years old, as long as you do not enter the god level, after fifty will gradually enter a period of decline, even if it is a demonic genius, before and after no more than five years.

For example, he is now only ninety percent of his peak strength, and because of the aging of his physical functions, he is still weakening year by year.

And the person in front of him, no matter how you look at it, is only in his early twenties, and he already has a stronger strength than him, you know, he is ranked in the top ten in the twenty-four pavilions of the holy city.

It's just that his black stick is made of meteoric iron, and this person's technique seems to have the attribute of thunder and lightning, which just restrains him, which makes him even more miserable.

At this moment, several people have already retreated, in fact, what Zixu said is right, they have glory and wealth, and they have a great future, but they have long lost their blood and backbone.

And how can a lion who has lost his courage fight for his life with a tiger.

Several people are already beginning to think about the way back, and the crumbling hall is an opportunity for a few people to escape.

After all, no matter how strong the house is, without the blessing of the formation, it can't withstand the fight of so many people, and several people have intentionally or unintentionally begun to destroy the surrounding buildings.

How could Zhuang Yanqiao and the others not see the intentions of the few people, but the difference in combat strength at this time was not too great, and they were also trying to converge and try not to damage the beams and walls.

But at this moment, a sudden loud bang came from the roof, and the three parties of the fierce battle couldn't help but pay a little attention to the roof, only to see a burly figure with a string of wild laughter falling from the sky.

"Hahaha! Lao Tzu is really a genius! Dream Glass! I'm an old bear!! ”

Xiong Zhendong's familiar voice sounded, but some people were happy and some were worried.

The joy is naturally Huang Mengli and Yun Bingqing, and the worry is Zhuang Yanqiao, who knows him very well.

"Wait ......"

Zhuang Yanqiao only had time to say a word, and he could only watch Xiong Zhendong's mighty double hammer smash down.

This hammer really used ten percent of its strength, and even the air brought a spiritual pressure.

Under the strong attack of Huang Mengli and Yun Bingqing, the two who could face Xiong Zhendong were as if they were filled with lead under their feet, and their steps became extremely heavy, as if the entire earth under their feet was pulling them.

Their faces became crazy, and they had to carry the true qi of their whole bodies, and with one shot and one sword, they counterattacked towards Xiong Zhendong.

"Reverse Dragon Lance!" "All swords are one!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a huge explosion, as if a ten-level gale was set off on the spot, blowing the weaker people on both sides of the field fiercely, and dozens of bandits were even lifted to the wall.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nan Yu, Xu Hao and Lin Qi all forced their opponents back with all their strength, breaking through the falling roof and running in different directions.