"It's armor..."

"Why, how can it be ...... like this?"

Not only Wu Hai.

Even Fang Shanrong and Xu Chuan, as well as the sisters Kong Binghe and Kong Bingling, were all gloomy and desperate.

And Chu Qingyun was also very interested, looking at the silver horn wrapped in silver light.

Such a strong power fluctuation seems to be unacceptable, appearing on the sixth-level martial venerable of the Martial Spirit Palace.

But Mon Zhida in battle.

But for a while, I didn't think about it so much.

He just thought it was a special move used by Silver Horn to perform that soul technique.

"Miscellaneous pieces of the Martial Spirit Palace, die!"

"Dragonclaw!"

Meng Zhida struck again, his speed soared to the extreme, his body seemed to turn into a fire shadow, and he attacked the silver horn with all his strength.

The terrifying force tore through the air, inspiring a piercing scream, making the space that seemed to distort slightly.

"Is this another trick..."

Under the silver mask, the silver horn couldn't help it, and the corner of the mouth was slightly twitched.

As soon as his body moved, he instantly turned into a silver afterimage, and he actually burst out faster than Meng Zhida.

"Give it to me...... Die!"

A cold snort.

All the silver light on the whole body, including the single horn in front of the forehead, all converged on the right fist.

The silver horn punched out, and under the powerful power of the tide, the entire space was suddenly shaken.

Boom!

Silver light condenses.

Flames flew.

Under the punch of the silver horn, Meng Zhida, who urged the innate spirit body and exerted all his strength, was defeated by a punch and flew out directly!

Wu Hai and the others all sighed in their hearts.

Chu Qingyun's eyes froze, and his face showed surprise.

And Meng Zhida, whose face was pale, was even more round, looking at the silver horn in disbelief.

He had already activated the innate spirit body, and the power at this time was enough to kill the sixth-level martial venerable of the Martial Spirit Palace.

But now, it turned out to be such a result.

He was crushed by a punch and flew sideways.

How is this possible!

"No, it's impossible, how can a sixth-level martial venerable of the Martial Spirit Hall have this kind of power!"

"Dragonclaw!"

Meng Zhida does not believe in evil.

He gathered his strength again, and once again exerted all his strength, slamming his claws at the silver horn.

Boom!

No doubt.

Under the fist where the silver light converged, Meng Zhida was once again defeated, and he was directly beaten upside down and flew out thousands of meters.

Even his face turned pale!

"Hahaha, it seems that your innate spirit body doesn't seem to be very good, it's you who deserve to die!"

In the midst of laughter, the speed of the silver horn suddenly exploded to the extreme, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed in front of Meng Zhida, and the silver light gathered in his hand, and he slammed into him with a punch.

Meng Zhida only had time to raise his claws to resist.

Boom!

The power was crushed in an instant.

Meng Zhida screamed miserably, and his body flew out upside down again, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Haha, die!"

Silverhorn laughed and chased after him again.

At this time, too, he was a little excited.

On the side of their Martial Spirit Hall, the combat exploits of killing an innate spirit body were even above killing a seventh-level Martial Venerable.

The seventh-level Martial Venerable of the human race, the powerful Heavenly Venerable Realm powerhouse, how difficult is that to kill?

And now he is about to reap a share of the feats that are much richer than that.

This made him, how not excited!

Bang bang bang bang ......

Between the silver horns, each of them gathered a bright silver light and launched a crazy attack on Meng Zhida.

"A mere fifth-level martial artist, you dare to be cheap to me!"

"Let you press me and fight!"

"It's great to have a real martial arts!?"

"It's great to be able to cultivate secret secrets!?"

“......”

While attacking, while scolding.

Meng Zhida has simply become a sandbag.

The innate spirit body has a strong defensive ability and a strong vitality, and the silver horn has a very single means, but it is only powerful, and there are no powerful lethal moves, so it will not be able to kill Meng Zhida at all for a while and a half.

can only keep shooting like this, trying to beat him to death!

"How so!?"

Without the power to resist, Meng Zhida was frightened and confused, and his heart roared even more.

And Wu Hai and the others, their faces were even darker.

In their hearts, they even, a little bit give up.

"That's armor!"

Armor is a powerful means of the Wuhun Palace.

Successfully integrating into a piece of armor can make the members of the Martial Spirit Hall immediately have a power comparable to that of an innate spirit body, and the characteristics of that armor make the defense ability much more powerful than that of an innate spirit body.

If Meng Zhida was an innate spirit body of a sixth-level martial artist, he might be able to fight with this silver horn.

But he of the fifth-level martial arts is not an opponent at all!

"Unwilling!"

Wu Hai couldn't help gritting his teeth, secretly hating and despairing in his heart.

He didn't expect that he would lead the team to wander in the lower reaches of the Changliu River, and he would encounter such an elite Martial Spirit Hall team, and there was actually a sixth-level martial venerable in the armor!

"Haha, you guys, aren't you very unwilling?"

That silver horn seems.

guessed what Wu Hai and the others thought.

"I have armor, I have undead, and I have enough strength, but I can't go to the Red Sun Mountain Range, I don't go to the Huangji Valley, or even the source and upstream of the Changliu River, but I just go here!"

"Do you know why?"

"Because I'm cautious!"

"Some people called me cowardly, some people scolded me for not being worthy of armor, but I didn't like them at all. ”

"I have General Saya to support me, and no one can force me!"

"In the middle and lower reaches of the Changliu River, I won't get much success, but I won't be in danger either!"

"It is true that I can earn war merits faster by going to that dangerous battlefield, but I would rather spend two, three, or even ten times as long as I slowly earn war merits, as long as I don't die, I can always surpass most people!"

"Because I was cautious enough, I was able to live until now!"

"Because I was cautious enough, among the same batch of people who had been transformed at the beginning, more than a dozen people with seventh-order martial souls, I was the only one who survived until now!"

is about to get a copy, which surpasses the battle exploits of killing the seventh-level Martial Venerable, which makes this Silver Horn feel very good.

So he too, I can't help but say something.

But this made Wu Hai even more desperate.

"It's over, there's no chance at all..."

"Hehe, the last time I met the seventh-level martial venerable of the armor, there was an old captain who fought to the death, so that we were lucky to escape, and this time we met the sixth-level martial venerable of the armor, and there are so many undead and strange beasts, escape, there is no way to escape!"

"Unwilling, unwilling!"

Wu Hai, Xu Chuan, and Fang Shanrong, all three of them had miserable faces.

Kong Binghe, Kong Bingling, the two sisters leaned back together, trying their best to resist the attack of the Wuhun Palace, and their coquettish faces were also full of desolation.

"Sister, are we going to die here today..."

"Even if you die in battle, you can't be captured alive!"

In the beautiful eyes of the two, they both showed determination.

At this time, seeing that they seem to be, there is no strength and opportunity to turn the tables.

Chu Qingyun was too, and couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.

"It seems that I can only make a move, but if I make a move, you will not even be able to drink the soup this time......"

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