Everyone was silent in shock and sadness, and when they reacted, Song Qingzhu had already jumped off the pit.

Chen Jingnan rushed out with an arrow, but was stopped by Ying Lao and other powerhouses of the Bloody Clothes Sect.

"Get out of here!"

Blood was left along the blade like a stream, but it did not affect the buzzing of the Butterfly Sword, Chen Jingnan's voice was suppressed to the lowest, and the killing intent in his eyes was terrifying.

"Now you, I'm not afraid!" Ying Lao sneered and said, Song Daiyu and Zhang Mochen were both hit hard and life and death were uncertain, Chen Jingnan was also about to reach the point of exhaustion, looking at the audience, he became the strongest person.

Wang Yuyan, Zhang Tianbing and others also rushed quickly, but Li Ziya also led people to stop them.

"Li Ziya, if there is any damage to Mochen, I swear that I will definitely let your entire Li family pay for it with blood. Zhang Tianbing said coldly.

"I'm afraid you don't have that strength!" Li Ziya took another step forward, without any intention of getting out of the way.

Needless to say, the power carried by the golden palm print is either dead or injured if it is hit, if Song Qingzhu is allowed to succeed in robbing with fire, Zhang Mochen will die unintentionally.

Without allowing for a minute or a second, Wang Yuyan shouted coquettishly and rushed away in the direction of the pit.

Li Ziya's face was steep, and he also flew out in one step, blocking Wang Yuyan's eyes. As a middle-level Yuan Master, he knew that he was not Wang Yuyan's opponent, but so what? What he wanted was not to defeat, but to delay time.

However, whether it was Wang Yuyan, who was anxious, or Li Ziya, who was delaying with all his might, when a muffled sound spread, they all stopped and cast their eyes on the pit.

Not only these two people, but everyone present was also attracted by the sudden muffled sound, and looked sideways slightly, only to see Song Qingzhu slowly walking out of the pit step by step, and on his neck, a bloody hand was clasping his throat.

"Ink Dust!"

Looking along the bare and bloody arms, when a pale-faced figure appeared in Mei's eyes, Wang Yuyan's mouth let out an exclamation.

Who would have thought that after fighting with Song Daiyu, Zhang Mochen not only did not die, but also survived Song Qingzhu. When the figure, which was more hideous than a ghost, completely walked out of the pit, everyone recovered from their horror and shock.

"The patriarch is not dead, the patriarch is not dead, haha!"

"God bless my Zhang family!"

"How is it possible? This little beast is really just a high-level master?"

"He... Is he a human or a ghost?"

From childhood to adulthood, Song Qingzhu's life has been smooth sailing, in the eyes of others, he is the young master of the Song family, a rare genius of dual power, and the treatment of the stars and the moon has given him a strong sense of superiority and extraordinary self-confidence.

However, all this changed with the encounter with Zhang Mochen.

Once upon a time, he could look down on Zhang Mochen with the dignity of a strong man without fear, even if he was hit by Zhang Mochen continuously, the arrogance in his heart did not completely dissipate. However, now, the last trace of arrogance has finally been defeated in the hands of Zhang Mochen, who only has half a life left, Song Qingzhu's eyes are as lonely as ashes, even if his life is saved today, I am afraid that it will be difficult to make great achievements in this life. Physical illness can be treated, but heart disease cannot be cured.

"Kill... Finish... Me!"

In the face of Song Qingzhu's begging for death, Zhang Mochen was silent, but his broken ribs made his pale little face twitch every time he breathed.

Ying Lao's face was shocked, and the situation in front of him also caught him by surprise. "Little bastard, let go of our young master, otherwise I will wash the Zhang family with blood. ”

"Okay!" The blood-red eyes moved slightly, Zhang Mochen's lips opened slightly, and his palms tightened at the same time.

'Click!'

There was a sound of a broken neck in his ears, and before Ying Lao could react, Song Qingzhu was thrown over by Zhang Mochen, but there was no breath in and out of the nose and mouth except for blood foam.

"How dare you kill him!" Ying Lao's face twitched, and his anger made every tooth bite together.

"You said let him go, but you didn't say whether you were dead or alive!" Forcibly enduring the severe pain, Zhang Mochen shrugged his shoulders, and there was a touch of abuse on the corner of his mouth.

"Look for death!"

After using the secret method, the strength of the Ying Lao can be called a beginner-level general, and after a roar, he slaughtered Zhang Mochen.

"Old dog, do you really think I don't exist?" Chen Jingnan burst out with a burst of shouts, and the Yellow Light Dasheng's Butterfly Sword looked even more demonic under the rendering of blood.

The war between Chen Jingnan and Ying Lao not only raised the curtain that was about to come to an end again, but also ignited the flames of chaos again.

"Kill!"

The purple dragon sword danced in the air, and Zhang Tianbing took the lead and took the lead. And behind her are red-eyed members of the Zhang family.

"Kill!"

Li Ziya also burst into tears and swung his sword away. At this point in the war, no one can retreat with their whole body.

After a short period of silence, the dense and powerful Yuan Qi flew sideways again, and the sound of killing and screaming accompanied by the impact of Yuan Li completely enveloped the entire Sanye Town again.

The main direction of attack of the coalition forces is naturally Zhang Mochen, but with Wang Yuyan and Zamao fighting each other, the corpses in front of them are piled higher and higher, and finally they are like a hill.

Obliterating Song Qingzhu, Zhang Mochen had already squeezed out the last trace of potential in his body, Rao had an iron will, but his body still couldn't support it, and he fell to the ground.

Although Song Daiyu was hit hard, Zhang Mochen also had no strength to fight. Both sides lost the strongest, but it had no effect on the balance of victory and defeat.

Screams kept coming from his ears, and while Zhang Mochen scanned the entire battlefield, his brows furrowed together because of worry. The overall strength of the coalition forces is indeed not to be underestimated, and as the melee continues, it slowly gains a slight upper hand.

Blessings are not double, disasters are not one-way, just as Zhang Mochen was thinking hard about countermeasures, a embarrassed figure crawled out of a pit out of the corner of his eye.

"Didn't !! Die"

Zhang Mochen's face was shocked, and at the same time, he passed the last two third-order spirit crystals in his hands, ignoring the serious overdraft warning issued by his body, and began to suck it up frantically.

One move shocked the old man, Chen Jingnan was also shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "Kill Song Daiyu quickly." ”

"Protect the Patriarch!" Elder Ying also shouted, and then pounced again.

After climbing out of the pit, Song Daiyu sat cross-legged on the ground, and the pills were constantly stuffed into his mouth. His injuries don't look light, otherwise he would have shot at Zhang Mochen as soon as he woke up.

Both sides have offensive and defensive goals, which makes the big battle even more intense.

Walking through the chaotic battlefield, Zhang Mochen and Song Daiyu looked at each other from afar, even if they didn't fight head-on, their eyes collided fiercely in mid-air like lightning. They all understand that whoever stands up first, the victory belongs to whomever it is.

The recovery speed contest between Zhang Mochen and Song Daiyu also involves everyone's hearts. If you win, you will become king, and if you lose, you will die.

Holding on to the overdrawn body, Zhang Mochen had red eyes and gritted his teeth, desperately absorbing the energy in the crystal. Like a flat boat in the vast sea, risking the danger of disappearing, breaking the wind and waves.

Just when the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, Zhang Mochen moved, although the energy in the two spirit crystals was not even a third of the energy devoured, it was enough for him to launch an attack.

Looking at the gray vitality that came quickly, Song Daiyu's brows were furrowed together, and Zhang Mochen's lifeless ruthlessness finally left a trace of fear in his eyes.

There is no way to retreat, there is no way to avoid it, Song Daiyu had to burst into a shout and shoot out.

"Mountain Breaking Fist!"

Song Daiyu, who was running, gathered all the Yuan Force of his whole body into his right fist, and a huge fist shadow suddenly condensed, and after a loud shout, he blasted away at Zhang Mochen.

Song Daiyu, who was hit hard, couldn't urge the high-level technique at all, but this punch was still not to be underestimated, and he was afraid that the Yuan General would be injured if he touched it, and he would die if he touched it.

The bones of his whole body made a violent noise, but Zhang Mochen gritted his teeth and moved forward fearlessly, grabbing up dust several meters high every time he fell.

Like a meteorite rubbing against the atmosphere, a huge fist shadow roared. Zhang Mochen's little face was hideous, and after a burst of applause, a punch was blasted out, without a gorgeous form, but it could make people feel unparalleled power.

"Boom!"

The loud noise came as scheduled, and the space was suddenly distorted, and the flying dust made it impossible to see the situation clearly.

The fist shadow was destroyed, Song Daiyu spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and his already shaky body finally fell down again.

Zhang Mochen was also shocked and smashed to the ground. However, in the next second of stabilizing his body, he spurted blood while killing fiercely again. The body has long been overwhelmed, and only the mind is struggling to support it.

Where have you ever seen such a desperate 'outlaw'? Song Daiyu was a little mad by Zhang Mochen, and at the moment his blood was gushing and bloody, and after a heart-rending killing cry, he rushed forward head-on.

The two sides instantly entered a fierce hand-to-hand battle, although there was no gorgeous meta-technique form, but every move and style was powerful and heavy, going straight to the opponent's vital point.

The shortly recovered Yuan Force was quickly exhausted, and as the hand-to-hand combat continued, there was no trace of Yuan Force fluctuation, fists, feet, hands, and elbows all became attack weapons, and a row of deep tooth marks even appeared on Song Daiyu's shoulder.

A general, a master, in the end, it was like a pair of shrews fighting, which made people sigh.

Without the support of Yuan Li, Song Daiyu's strength was greatly reduced, but Zhang Mochen was different, his physical body was specially tempered, and with 50,000 catties of physical strength, who could carry it? Therefore, Zhang Mochen gradually gained the upper hand.

"Boom!"

With a dullness, Song Daiyu finally fell backwards, rubbing a deep mark of dozens of meters on the ground.

Zhang Mochen was shaky, but he still walked forward, his dark eyes staring at Song Daiyu, there was no emotion in it, only murderous, monstrous murderous aura.

The psychological defense line completely collapsed, and Song Daiyu wanted to escape, but his legs did not obey.

The people of the coalition army were shocked, especially the people of the Song family who tried their best to kill, but they were all stopped by the Zhang family and the demon beasts.

Zhang Mochen panted, dragged his stump, and limped to Song Daiyu, but his left foot stepped and his butt pressed on him.

'Boom!'

Fists, raised, fallen.

'Boom!'

The fist, raised again, fell again.

......

Zhang Mochen is like a wooden man, repeating this simple action mechanically and numbly.

Song Daiyu was able to let out a few wails at first, but then he was completely silent. ()

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