Zhang Zichen wanted to kill these eighteen bronze people, and these eighteen bronze people wanted to kill him even more.

"You've slaughtered so many creatures, it's time for you to pay back!"

"Zhang Zichen, let us die!"

The eighteen monks on the periphery shouted violently, waved the golden sticks in their hands in unison, and slapped towards Zhang Zichen and Ji Xiaofei, who were surrounded in the center.

"Xiaofei, you take care of yourself!"

Zhang Zichen admonished, and then sacrificed the metallic inferior immortal sword that he had been using recently, in the central area of this snow-capped mountain, Zhang Zichen did not dare to sacrifice the artifact at will.

Shout!

The inferior immortal sword flew out of Zhang Zichen's hand, directly blocking the nine golden stick shadows that came at him.

Immortal weapon to immortal weapon, inferior immortal weapon to upper grade immortal weapon!

I only heard a crisp sound on the ground, and the golden sword was smashed by nine sticks, and these stick shadows broke through Zhang Zichen's defense and slapped on Zhang Zichen's body in unison.

Burst!

Nine stick shadows struck Zhang Zichen's head, chest, abdomen, and limbs respectively.

Zhang Zichen screamed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew out upside down, and finally he was shot dozens of feet away, and then he slid on the snow for dozens of feet, and finally stopped.

But before Zhang Zichen could stand up, the eighteen monks divided nine people to deal with Ji Xiaofei, and the other nine people rushed towards Zhang Zichen.

They didn't want to give Zhang Zichen any respite, and the nine people roared, and nine golden stick shadows fell from the sky again.

Zhang Zichen, who was injured, quickly slid his body and hurriedly flew back.

Rumble!

There was a loud noise, and where Zhang Zichen was just now, a huge snow pit appeared.

When Zhang Zichen saw this, he gasped: "Dog, you want to put me to death! Lao Tzu will not kill you today, and he will not be a man!"

Zhang Zichen roared, and above his body, six-colored light flashed.

Hum -

With a long roar, Zhang Zichen directly sacrificed the huge Black Crystal Divine Sword, which was held in Zhang Zichen's hand and hung on the ground, and streams of six-colored Xuan Qi swirled around the Black Crystal Divine Sword.

When these nine monks saw this divine sword, their faces changed in unison!

"This, this is an artifact!?"

"That's right! it's an artifact!"

"Artifact or not! Let's kill together!"

"Yes, eighteen of us are together!

Seeing Zhang Zichen showing the artifact, these nine monks retreated at the first time, and no one dared to fight him.

The killing intent on Zhang Zichen's body is obviously increasing!

The red silk thread in his eyes quickly crawled all over Zhang Zichen's eyes!

"Damn! Damn! Every time you want to kill someone, these angry people come out to make trouble!"

Zhang Zichen felt that his consciousness was being swallowed up by a wave of anger, and he immediately controlled his true qi and suppressed it.

That is, during the period when Zhang Zichen suppressed his anger and buffered, the nine monks who were originally attacking him turned into nine golden rays of light and swept back.

In the back, the other nine monks actually shook Ji Xiaofei back again and again.

These eighteen monks, all of them are monks in the mid-stage realm of the True Monarch, but they are only nine people, and they have controlled Ji Xiaofei in the late realm of the True Monarch, and this strength is quite strong.

Finally, after all the eighteen monks gathered together, Ji Xiaofei was finally defeated.

Eighteen people, eighteen golden rays, eighteen golden sticks.

The entire space was full of stick shadows, crackling and slapping on Ji Xiaofei's body.

The blue shield on Ji Xiaofei's body was broken by the shadow of the stick, and she was beaten with dozens of sticks before she flew out upside down.

"Poof!"

As soon as she landed, Ji Xiaofei vomited several mouthfuls of blood in a row, her face was pale, and her clothes were torn, but she was already seriously injured and couldn't move.

Zhang Zichen, who was in mid-air, was using his true qi to resist the anger in his body, while observing the situation in the field, and when he saw Ji Xiaofei seriously injured, he was very anxious.

But in order not to let himself enter the state of being in a state of being a merchant, Zhang Zichen still resisted as a civilian.

Huhuhu-

Around Zhang Zichen, gusts of wind blew.

A powerful scarlet aura wanted to break out of his body, but in the end, under Zhang Zichen's true qi, these scarlet aura was finally pressed into his body.

Therefore, the red bloodshot in Zhang Zichen's eyes gradually faded.

Shout!

Zhang Zichen's figure flickered, and he came to Ji Xiaofei's side, and he immediately squatted down to investigate Ji Xiaofei's injuries.

"Xiaofei, you ......"

When Zhang Zichen's true qi entered Ji Xiaofei's body, she found that all the functions in her body were damaged, such as skin, meridians, muscles, bones, etc., in short, Ji Xiaofei's entire body was so mutilated.

And just when Zhang Zichen was investigating Ji Xiaofei's body, the eighteen monks on the opposite side quickly converged, they didn't care whether Zhang Zichen was distracted or not, the eighteen people gathered together, and the stick in their hands suddenly pounced.

Whew, hoohoo!

Countless stick shadows rushed towards Zhang Zichen's back.

If all these stick shadows hit Zhang Zichen's body, I am afraid that he will also be seriously injured.

At this extremely dangerous time, Ji Xiaofei suddenly screamed, and then pulled Zhang Zichen away.

Bang bang!

Countless stick shadows all slashed at Ji Xiaofei's body.

Ji Xiaofei screamed, and the whole person was immediately swept away by this powerful force, and finally landed on the snow in the distance, motionless.

"Ah!!!h

"Xiaofei !!!!"

"No!! I'm going to kill you!!"

Zhang Zichen was going crazy, he couldn't have imagined that when Ji Xiaofei's body function was shattered, she would even resist an attack for herself.

Zhang Zichen, who was a little crazy, stood up suddenly, he looked at the eighteen monks face to face, and the muscles on his face were twisted: "Eighteen bald donkeys, I want to kill you!"

The eighteen monks were not smiling, and the eighteen people were so golden that they couldn't open their eyes.

With a strange position, they formed a powerful humanoid formation, and their strength and defense could be multiplied by several times, tens, or even hundreds of times.

This is why, although the eighteen of them only have the cultivation of the mid-stage realm of the True Monarch, they can defeat Ji Xiaofei, who has the cultivation of the late realm of the True Monarch.

Zhang Zichen stared at the eighteen monks, his killing intent became stronger, and the scarlet aura that had just been pressed into his body began to flood again, wanting to rush out.

Whew――

Suck -

Whew――

When facing the eighteen bronze men, Zhang Zichen repeated his breathing again and again, trying his best to suppress his anger.

Therefore, these scarlet aura rushed out of Zhang Zichen's body in one breath, and in the next breath, they were pressed into Zhang Zichen's body again.

This peculiar sight puzzled the eighteen monks.