Jiang Wangchen and Hua Youyouyi intervened in the battle between Mu Bai and Zhong Mao, and the balance of victory and defeat returned to balance. On the magic rune sword, the rune shadow flickered, the sword qi fell, and a huge fireball was born at the same time, and the demon martial arts double attack made every move, and Zhong Mao was a little surprised.

"No wonder Zhong Tianye is going to be defeated under you, he does have some talent. But the heat is still far away!" He responded indifferently, while not hurrying, with his right fist that did not respond to all changes, this punch hit the air, as if it could shatter the void, and after the fist wind, there was a muffled thunder that broke through the air, rolling and restless, it was layer after layer of qi waves surging out of his fist, directly engulfing Jiang Wangchen's sword qi and fireballs, and constantly surging towards Jiang Wangchen.

At this time, the flower is quiet and does not reserve, using the flower moves, she moves the lotus step lightly, if the fairy is like a spirit, the soft wattle skillfully stirs the clouds, only to see the petals in the air colorful scattered, falling into the air waves, it turns into spring mud, burying it.

"Oh! What kind of evil trick is this! Could it be ......?" Zhong Mao sighed in surprise again.

At this moment, Mu Bai's hands were closed for eleven beats, and after a crisp sound, a light opened from the sky, falling vertically, impartially condensed in his palms, his palms were used as light blades, waving towards the bell, and the light blades slowly advanced, leaving deep ravines directly on the surface of the ground.

Zhong Mao didn't dare to be careless, and was about to retreat, and found that his feet were entangled with vines at some point. He sneered: "Carving insect skills!" Then he half-bent his body, exerted force under the plate, and with a strong shock, the vines cracked and broke. Even Hua Youyou, who controlled the vines, was also affected, and after a miserable scream, he flew out upside down and was picked up in Jiang Wangchen's arms.

Zhong Mao broke free from the shackles under his feet, strolling leisurely in Mu Bai's light blade, the fist in his hand did not stop, and calmly sent more than ten punches in a row, forcing Mu Bai to retreat again and again, after the two of them threw off the distance, the effect of the light blade has been greatly reduced, Mu Bai did not want to waste more physical strength, and gave up attacking for the time being.

At this moment, the three of them retreated to the same line. Mu Bai asked, "Youyou, are you okay?"

Hua Youyou shook his head and said: "It's no big deal, this person's strength is outstanding, and his internal strength is extremely behind, Grandpa Mu, what should we do!"

Mu Bai said: "This person has cultivated" empty fist method ", he was already famous when he was young, the air under the right fist is shattered, the sea of qi is overturned, any attack can be blocked, and there are 'empty air steps' to bless each other, the pace is unpredictable, as if stepping into the air, without a trace, if you want to talk about weakness, only behind him is his blind spot. ”

Jiang Wangchen said: "Maybe you can use the curse in my body to fight!"

Mu Bai said: "No, then you may be controlled by the curse at any time...... Don't take any chances!"

Jiang Wangchen said: "It can't be delayed any longer...... The time left for us, and ......"

Before Jiang Wangchen finished speaking, Zhong Mao took the initiative to attack despite being outnumbered.

He stepped on the void, took a few steps, and came to Jiang Wangchen.

Mu Bai grabbed the first palm, no longer retained his physical strength, and pushed it from Zhong Mao's side, and the supreme and pure power of judgment in his light palm seemed to be the presence of a god in person, personally conferring an oracle. The flower is vague and does not dare to be vague, and directly offers the language of thousands of flowers, the language of thousands of flowers is merciful, the sound is tear-jerking, and in a moment, a clear and exquisite flower bone slowly floats towards the bell.

The slower the flower bones floated, the more Zhong Mao dared not take it lightly. The spells of the flowers are strange and grotesque, and they have never been seen before. He didn't dare to touch this delicate flower lightly, lest it contained an unknown poison.

Zhong Mao retracted the attack, walked leisurely, and retreated backwards.

Jiang Wangchen did not take the opportunity to pursue. He stood on the spot, his expression was calm, and he slashed his left palm with the magic talisman short sword, and suddenly the blood wet his clenched left fist, under the strong light, the blood did not dry, and even brightly like the vermilion heavy color had just been stained, and among the bright blood stains, there was a trace of cold black gas swimming in it.

When Hua Youyou saw it, her brows were locked, and her heart throbbed, and she was just about to speak.

Jiang Wangchen took the initiative to give peace of mind: "As long as Zhong Mao can be repelled, this little injury is not a big deal!"

Hua Youyou could only smile bitterly back.

Jiang Wangchen looked at the blood flowing from his left palm, and said to himself: "This time, since you want to control me, then you show your strength to prove it." ”

The black silk in the blood boiled suddenly, gushing out from the wound on Jiang Wangchen's left hand, first a few wisps of ethereal, and in an instant, it was like a carp crossing the river pouring into the narrow river, rushing out. Until Jiang Wangchen's whole body was shrouded in a layer of black mist, unlike usual, this time Jiang Wangchen's pupils were not occupied by black silk, and they were still clear and clear.

Mu Bai and Zhong Mao beside him also felt a trace of unknown aura, that aura was not very powerful, but the evil intent it exuded was fanatical and strong, it was undisguised arrogance and desire, as if it was born to fight!

For the first time, Jiang Wangchen felt that it was really a comfort to have great power, and for the first time, he understood that in this world, only strength and power can make people surrender.

He took a swift step, his shadow was like a ghost, and in a blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of Zhong Mao's body, under the magic talisman sword, the sword had a tornado rising, swaying upward, and when the wind was raging, it also involved the floating black silk on Jiang Wangchen's body.

Zhong Mao's right fist blasted out here, and the air was completely shattered, like broken bricks and tiles, and pieces were peeled off with a bang.

Inhale tornadoes and runic sword qi into shattering. But the black silk entrained in the wind seemed to carry wisdom, and with the momentum of the wild wind, it bypassed the broken sky, fell and attached to Zhong Mao's arm. No matter how Zhong Mao shakes and removes with internal force, he will not move at all.

Zhong Mao was very shocked, he didn't know what it was, but fortunately, the black silk was safe, and there was nothing unfavorable.

He was uneasy, thinking that this battle should not be delayed for long.

This time, he no longer attacked Jiang Wangchen, but instead attacked Hua Youyou, in order to find a breakthrough.

He was extremely fast, and without waiting for Jiang Wangchen's follow-up moves, he opened his left and right fists together, and Jiang Wangchen's whole body was black and made countermeasures in an instant, converging on his chest, @@, and competing with Zhong Maokong's empty fist method.

Although the domineering black silk helped Jiang Wangchen block most of the power to break the sky, Zhong Mao's strong internal force was majestic, and it also penetrated the black silk and directly shocked Jiang Wangchen's heart, if it weren't for the fact that there was a green gas filament in the blood to protect his internal organs. I am afraid that under this blow, I will already have my muscles and veins broken and die violently.

Jiang Wangchen could only retreat, his five internal organs were surging, his six internal organs were rolling, he couldn't bear it anymore, he only felt a sweet throat, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, with a manic black air, like a wild horse, after swimming between heaven and earth, he returned to Jiang Wangchen's body surface

Seeing this, Mu Bai hurriedly landed on Jiang Wangchen's heart with a palm of the Light Divine Palm, and made a slight hurried treatment.

Zhong Mao's side was not easy either, after colliding with the black qi, although it was crushed and dispersed, there was still a lot of black qi along his fist and clinging to his arm. Like an insect attached to a bone, it brings a burst of pain and itching, and it is not very comfortable.

After the bell struck, the 'empty step' walked again. After just a few steps, he returned to Jiang Wangchen's body, and he raised his hand again, about to swing his fist.

Mu Bai didn't wait for Jiang Wangchen to resist, he had already blocked him in front of him, and with a dazzling light in his palms, he shot out towards the bell, thinking of this blow, Mu Bai tried his best, seeing that his body was trembling, he even asked Jiang Wangchen to help him.

But he didn't expect that Zhong took this trick to feint, and the drunkard's intention was all on Hua Youyou on the other side.

He withdrew his fist, and under the empty step, his figure was erratic again, easily dodging Mu Bai's deliberate blow. In the blink of an eye, he changed to attack Hua Youyou.

Everyone exclaimed that this move was cunning and cunning, but Jiang Wangchen delayed his breathing, and Mu Bai had already exhausted his strength, so he could only stare dryly, and he didn't even have the strength to shout.

The flowers were unavoidable, and once again recited the language of thousands of flowers, this time, suddenly chanting, the language of flowers was not more than halfway, and the fist wind had already shook the air and cracked. She had to give up the language of thousands of flowers, and instead spun in her footsteps, retreated from the lotus, and plucked her heart and supported the willow with her slender hands. One after another, the falling flowers are colorful, and the flowers are strictly protected in it, and they are impermeable.

But under Zhong Mao's fist, these fallen leaves and flowers are just beautiful virtual scenes, or fragile barriers.

Under the heavy blow, the air began to shatter, and then the petals were also broken, and they fell to the ground and withered.

Seeing that the petals gradually thinned, in the end, even half of the fragrance could not be retained. Zhong Mao's heavy fist continued to shatter in the air, the crack was deep, and it was about to shatter on Hua Youyou's body.

Jiang Wangchen wanted to rescue him, but under the colic pain in his internal organs, there was only a convulsion of his whole body, he just took a step, and a mouthful of hot blood sprayed out, but he didn't stop, continued to take a step, staggered and wanted to move forward, but after the third mouthful of hot blood was swallowed back by him, he couldn't support it anymore and fell directly to the ground.

Hua Youyou looked at Jiang Wangchen's move, her heart was like a colic, the petals had been exhausted, she had no way to retreat, she put down her resistance, and let the gradually approaching shattering not distract her, she turned around and looked at Jiang Wangchen with four eyes, leaving this last glance to Jiang Wangchen. She looked at Jiang Wangchen, her eyes were full of tears, she saw his open mouth, silently calling his name, she looked at the man, and tried to stand up again for herself.

Seeing this, she seemed to have figured out something, and she also smiled and burst into tears, carefully and seriously, and looked at the man she loved deeply.