"Zhu Hai, Hou Huan!"

Hearing the verses and seeing the two righteous men who came out of history, the Poison Dragon Ancestor showed a living ghost.

However, after all, the Poison Dragon Ancestor is a demon king-level powerhouse who has been famous for many years, and it is not a little minion who has never seen strong winds and waves, so he forcibly calmed down and said: "I don't believe that you have summoned the real body!" ”

"You'll find out if you try."

Wang Xu's face remained unchanged, and he was actually beating a drum in his heart.

He is a Jinshi cultivator, equivalent to a fourth-order monk, how can he summon the true bodies of the two.

Restricted by cultivation, the two Zhu Hou who came from history only have fourth-order consummate cultivation, and they don't know if they can see the Poison Dragon Ancestor enough.

"Kill!"

Zhu Hai, who came from history, held two golden hammers in his hands, and smashed them towards the Poisonous Dragon Ancestor with an expressionless face.

In order to cheer himself up, the Poison Dragon Ancestor did not relentless this time, and came up with a trick of Qinglong's regretful supernatural power, in order to kill Zhu Hai in one move and break the shock of the two of them appearing from history.

Boom!!

The Qinglong regrets the supernatural power, which is the most important move in the Eight Styles of the Green Dragon, which pays the most attention to physical killing.

With this blow, the dragon's claw hit the golden hammer, blowing a strong gust of wind within a radius of a kilometer, and the shock was centered on the place where the two of them were fighting, as if a cluster bomb had been dropped, and the earth was torn apart one by one.

Pedal, pedal, pedal...

After the blow, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was bounced out, and Zhu Hai also took three steps back.

Seeing this situation, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was not surprised or overjoyed, because Zhu Hai in history, one blow was enough to kill it in seconds.

And now, everyone is just evenly divided, you must know that Zhu Hai is already famous for his strength, and he started with poison.

"Steady!"

With the same joy as the Poison Dragon Ancestor, Wang Xu was also very happy at this time.

He has countless poems, as long as Zhu Hai is not killed by one blow, and countless auxiliary poems are blessed, how can the Poison Dragon Ancestor fight him.

"Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break the demon clan, you won't return it..."

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt..."

Wang Xu once again recited the marching poem and broke the formation, showing the golden armor and the Luma, which helped Zhu Hai's strength to a higher level.

Zhu Hai had a war horse and armor, and he fought fiercely and fiercely, and the poisonous dragon ancestor who fought retreated again and again, and he was tired of parrying for a while.

And just when Wang Xu was about to use Hou Huan to help Zhu Hai fight, he frowned slightly, feeling the violent consumption of literary energy.

Before he came out today, he had written notebooks for many students, and the serious consumption of literary qi was not the best state.

After using several poems in a row, including containing countless killing moves, and being able to summon Wu Gou and Zhu Hai's chivalrous line, the tone has been reduced to a dangerous realm, and the speed of returning qi is no longer enough to support Zhu Hai and Hou Huan to fight.

In desperation, Wang Xu waved his hand lightly and sent Hou Huan back to the long river of history, leaving only Zhu Hai alone to fight the enemy.

With one less fourth-order consummate powerhouse who had been summoned, the consumption of Wen Qi suddenly stopped a lot, and Wang Xu also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brush off your clothes and go to hide your merit and fame!"

After adding the state to Zhu Hai, Wang Xu was invisible again, waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack.

The Poison Dragon Ancestor became more and more depressed the more he fought, Zhu Hai's moves were strong and heavy, and he took the ancient martial arts route, his body was stronger than him, and his shot was neither light nor heavy, it was really miserable.

But he abandoned Zhu Hai and captured the thief first, and he couldn't find Wang Xu's whereabouts, so he couldn't spend it here.

Calling back and forth, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was so depressed that he almost wanted to vomit blood, knowing that if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would either be consumed to death, or he would be picked up by the Terran Confucian, who heard the news, and it was difficult to have a third possibility.

"You have to sell a flaw first, and fight for a chance to kill with one blow."

The Poison Dragon Ancestor was anxious and unwilling to drag it out any longer.

Similarly, Zhu Hai, who returned from the long river of history, has the strength of Zhu Hai when he was in the fourth order consummation, but only instinct is left in battle, and he looks more like a puppet than the real Zhu Hai.

If he wants to change to a real Zhu Hai, he can break into a prestigious reputation back then, I am afraid that even if he cultivates to the fourth-order consummation of the Falling Dao, it is not something that an ordinary fifth-order demon king like him can deal with.

"Good chance!"

After several tricks, the Poison Dragon Ancestor sold a flaw, only to see that Zhu Hai was really fooled.

Desperately at the risk of being hammered in the chest, the Poisonous Dragon Ancestor bullied himself and stuck to Zhu Hai's arms to make a move Qinglong Yantian.

Burst!!

In an instant, the two of them made their own shots.

The Poisonous Dragon Ancestor was hit in the chest with a hammer, only to feel that his heart was about to break, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

Similarly, Zhu Hai, who was stuck in his arms and ate a trick of the green dragon Yantian, also flew out of the golden armor with broken golden armor, and his figure was dim and almost transparent.

"It's done!"

Looking at Zhu Hai, who was like a phantom and was about to return to the long river of history, the Poison Dragon Ancestor laughed while spitting blood: "I won, I won!" ”

"Win?"

The corners of Wang Xu's mouth curled slightly, and he whispered: "The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world, who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mysterious." ”

Taixuan Sutra... Taixuan Sutra... Taixuan Sutra...

Zhu Hai's figure instantly turned into starlight, and turned into the three characters of the silver glittering Taixuan Sutra.

These three words are the real killer moves of chivalry, and they summarize the whole poem.

The three characters of the Taixuan Sutra turned into a silver stone tablet, and the poisonous dragon ancestor was directly suppressed under the poem, as if he was suppressed by Dayu's merit monument, and was directly pressed underground.

"What kind of poem is this, why are there the last two sentences, I don't accept it!"

The Poisonous Dragon Ancestor, who was pressed under the Taixuan Sutra, roared again and again, wanting to fight Wang Xu for 300 rounds.

Wang Xu stood on the stone tablet with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "If you don't accept it, let's talk about it if you don't accept it." ”

"Ah, I'm going to kill you, kill you!" How could the Poison Dragon Ancestor be convinced, it was clear that he was going to win just now, but one of them was unexpectedly overturned.

If it was a face-to-face gong, the battle on the opposite drum would be better, but this was a sneak attack at all.

Of course, the Poison Dragon Ancestor will not remember, in fact, he is the one who likes sneak attacks the most, and the people who are succeeded by his sneak attack are not one or two.

"Hmph, I'm still hard-mouthed when I'm dying."

Wang Xu snorted coldly, not bothering with the Poison Dragon Ancestor at all, but thinking back to the battle just now.

In terms of strength, he already has the strength to attack the fifth order, and when the state is full, if the ordinary demon king does not leave, or if he leaves late, there is a danger of being damaged in his hands.

Even if the fifth-order consummate quasi-demon god comes, he should also have the strength to fight, not to mention being undefeated, at least he will not be killed casually like a cat or a dog.

The only ones who really threatened him were those sixth-order demon gods, or the kings of the fifth-order who could fight beyond the ranks.

The former, in the land of Kyushu, cannot be said to have never heard of it, but the demon gods who stayed in the land of Kyushu all have an unclear relationship with the three religions and nine streams.

For example, in Taoist Longhu Mountain, there are two demon god-level protectors, one dragon and one tiger, and the Quanzhen Sect also has a golden goose demon god, which is all on the bright side.

Buddhism, such as the Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva, the Golden-winged Dapeng, the Lingji Bodhisattva, and the Diting Beast of the King of Jizo, are also well-known demon gods.

In the Confucian world, there are sub-sages, post-sages, last sages, re-sages, sages, and sect sages, and there are seventy-two sages, and there are countless great Confucians.

Buddhism and Taoism also have corresponding existences, and although the overall strength is weaker than Confucianism, it is not beaten.

Tomorrow, there will be more than a dozen of the two sects just to protect the Dharma Demon God, and it will be even more difficult to say how many there are in secret.

Taken together, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are comparable to the existence of the sixth order, and there must be at least hundreds of them, and in the land of Kyushu, if they are not related to the three religions and nine streams, if they want to break through the demon gods, they are waiting to be reincarnated.

Therefore, in Kyushu, the demon clan does not have its own top masters in the real sense.

Wang Xu can remain undefeated in front of the fifth order, and may even turn defeat into victory, strictly speaking, as long as it is not a high-level attack from the top of the three sects and nine ranks, no one can help him.

It is not very likely that the three sects and nine streams will make a move on him, this day is the day of Confucianism after all, neither Buddhism nor Taoism dares to fight with Confucianism in the open, how dare he kill him, the future star of Confucianism who has entered the sight of the high-level of the Confucian Temple.

The latter, who is a fifth-order but comparable to a sixth-order king-level demon king, is less than a monk who is not greedy for money.

That kind of person, in the two families of Buddhism and Taoism, is the son of the Buddha, the Tao, and it is estimated that it is similar in the demon clan.

Using a person comparable to a Buddha, Daozi, who can prosper the demon clan to kill him, Wang Xu asked himself if he was not so faceless.

Therefore, Wang Xu is not panicking at all now, he looks down on life and death, and if he doesn't accept it, he will do it, whoever instigates him is Wang Ba.