"Hah!"

After three breaths, the cloaked middle-aged man let out a loud shout, and a strong qi burst out from his body, scraping the loose cloak high. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, Chu Ming noticed that the middle-aged man of the cloak had materialized, it was no longer that misty void, although the face was no longer visible, but the limbs and torso were basically the same as ordinary people, and only a small amount of black qi was swimming outside the skin.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the cloak had a nearly fifty percent stronger aura than before; just standing there was no movement like now, just standing there, giving people a strong pressure in their hearts, as if they were facing not a person, but a mountain! an insurmountable peak.

The surrounding space was frozen for several points because of this breath, making people feel an invisible constraint and blocked behavior.

Chu Ming also felt inexplicably depressed, his chest was blocked, and he bit the tip of his tongue hard, taking advantage of the pain to keep himself awake.

The spirit is tense, and the state is raised to the peak, and while running the true qi, he secretly uses his divine sense to communicate with the dragon yuan in his body, and a layer of jade dragon scales slowly emerges on the surface of the body, and the lines are clearly visible; fortunately, at this moment of life and death, no one pays too much attention to these details, and even if he sees it, he will not be distracted to delve into it.

The sword realm around his body was exerted to the limit, and he could almost see with the naked eye that there was a spatial vortex with a square circle, and there was a void sword with a handle swimming in a spiral, firmly protecting Chu Ming inside;

The middle-aged man in the cloak slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, as if this was his original appearance, and moved his hands and feet casually, his eyes shrunk, his gaze locked on Chu Ming's body like a hook, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a sneer.

At the moment when the arc was fully unfolded, the middle-aged man in the cloak instantly disappeared in place, and the sound of ice cracking was heard in the air, a huge crack cracked above the spatial barrier, like a bolt of lightning, rapidly spreading in the direction of Chu Ming, and at the front of the crack was a fist that overflowed black qi.

Chu Ming raised his eyebrows, the sword intent in his body was urged, and it poured into the Ling Xuan Sword with the operation of the True Yuan; a sharp cold light flashed at the broken point of the sword body, and the other half of the sword body composed of pure sword intent was spliced upward, although the True Yuan could not circulate freely, but the sword intent was extremely smooth; the countless void swords around took advantage of the situation, constantly breaking away from the whirlpool, swimming outside the Ling Xuan Sword, and combining into a sword of sword intent!

Whew~

The sword intent has the effect of cutting off the void and inviolating all evils; not to mention the late civilian-level sword intent that Chu Ming comprehended, it can be regarded as the upper middle level of the shattered void realm; and the Ling Void Sword has a certain additional role at the space level, the sword momentum refers to, and the space is condensed and strengthened; it can slightly suppress the opponent's space destruction; so under one sword, he actually directly cut the opponent's attack, forcing out the true body of the middle-aged man in the cloak.

However, it didn't cause any damage to the other party, originally Chu Ming thought that the black qi that overflowed outside the body of the middle-aged man in the cloak was generated by the other party's urging of the true yuan, and it was the sign of the ghost clan;

Kiss~

The middle-aged man in the cloak who was still in retreat suddenly turned into a cloud of black gas and disappeared into the void, Chu Ming sneered in his heart, turned around suddenly, and stabbed obliquely in the blink of an eye.

Sonor!

The space was turbulent, the sparks burst out in the void, piercing through the air and making a popping sound; in front of the Ling Void Sword, a figure slowly manifested; Chu Ming and the middle-aged man in the cloak looked at each other, and the fist sword was tightly sucked together like two magnets.

Bang!

The next moment, the energy burst out, and Chu Ming and the middle of the cloak retreated at the same time, while the middle age of the cloak once again turned into smoke and disappeared.

Chu Ming's brows furrowed, the Heavenly Eyes Divine Pupil was running to the limit, and his soul power was even more scanned into the surrounding space.

Ding Ding Ding ~

The sound of metal clashing continued to come from the air, and the two of them didn't know how many times they had fought for a moment; the speed made people think that Chu Ming had three heads and six arms, dancing a sword in the air; even with the cultivation of the woman in red, under the scan of soul power, they could only see countless remnants of Chu Ming and a cloud of black qi.

At that moment, a roar echoed through the hall, and a huge palm poked out from the bronze door, followed by another, and then the entire body.

A rakshasa of more than three feet tall was exposed in front of everyone, with a long head and two horns, a hideous face, dark green skin all over his body, and a boning knife in his right hand, with a rusty chain wrapped around his left and right, like a hellish Shura.

Roar~

Rakshasa clenched his hands into fists and hugged them in front of him, and stomped heavily on his feet, letting out a roar at the two in front of him, his face full of evil.

The burly man took an elixir that could increase his combat power in a short period of time, and rushed forward.

"Dayao Golden Fist!"

The burly man stood with a bow back and forth, his legs slightly bent, and the force under his feet flicked suddenly, shooting out rapidly, and the golden light on his body was even more intense, especially at the fist, which could almost drip liquid, like a meteor falling from the sky.

Rakshasa did not dodge or dodge, and the scimitar in his right hand slashed in the air, slashing at the golden fist.

Bang~

The burly Great Han was hit hard, and his chest seemed to be hit by thousands of brute bulls at the same time, and Chu Ming's defense, which could only leave a trace with the Burning Sky Slash and the Purple Thunder Sword, combined with the huge force of 470,000 catties, was now easily broken.

A large hole was cut on the top of the fist, and the bones could be seen almost in the four fingers of his right hand, and golden blood gushed out.

The rakshasa also stumbled and almost fell due to the tremendous force of the shock, and the boning knife in his hand was blasted out of the gap, and a crack spread out, and soon the blade was covered with two pieces.

Roar~

This made Rakshasa very annoyed, and before he could stabilize his figure, the muscles on his arms were tense, and he shot half of the blade in his hand like a dart at the burly man who was still retreating.

Rub~

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a cold light flashed in the void, and the burly man was like a great enemy, and the broken knife was extremely fast under the blessing of power, and in an instant, he had come to a place less than a foot in front of him.

The burly man was like a great enemy, his hair was upside down, ignoring the injuries on his hands, he suddenly grabbed the broken knife, trying to stop its advance, but the strength attached to the blade was incredibly strong, even if the burly man was at the peak of the Heaven and Earth Realm, he had made a small achievement in refining his body, and it was still difficult to get rid of it.

If it weren't for the burly man who also maintained a state of regression, I am afraid that he would have been broken into his body.

However, although the main hall was wide, it still had an end, and the speed of the burly man was also fast, and he soon reached the end of the temple wall.

Puff~

The retreat behind him was blocked, and the burly man slammed into the wall of the temple, and his body stopped suddenly, while the broken knife relied on inertia to advance, and because of the sudden stop, the burly man suddenly felt that the force on the broken knife suddenly increased, and directly stabbed into his chest; after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he slowly slid down the temple wall, and the golden light on his body gradually weakened.

The burly man with the highest cultivation among the group and also considered the strongest could not block the Rakshasa casual blow, which caused a huge blow to everyone's psychology.

After glancing at the direction in which the burly man had fallen, Rakshasa turned his gaze to the location of the withered old man.

The withered old man had been attacked by the soul level before, and he had just improved at this time, when he saw the burly man being killed in seconds and the Rakshasa paying attention to himself, which made him miserable.

The dry old man thinks that if he fights life and death, he is not afraid of the burly man, even if he is not defeated, he is sure enough to retreat with his whole body, but if it is about fighting to the death, he is definitely not an opponent; at this time, the burly man is not the opponent of the Rakshasa in the frontal hard resistance, then he is even worse.

However, it is absolutely impossible to kill him by washing his neck, and judging from the attitude of the black-robed old man and the middle-aged man in the cloak, he has no intention of surrendering himself at all.

"Come on, it's a big deal!"

A trace of hideousness flashed on the withered old man's face, and he shouted, and the true yuan in his hand moved, shaking the wooden staff into powder, and a green light came out, which was grabbed by the withered old man and refined into his body.

"Source of Treants!"

The withered old man's body was straight, and all seven orifices were glowing with green light, and his shriveled body was now swollen, but it was not strong, as if there was something in his body.

The black-robed old man didn't want to grow any extraneous branches, and immediately controlled the Rakshasa to launch an attack on the dry old man.

Rakshasa received the instruction, and with a wave of his left hand, the chain broke away and flew out, heading towards the dry old man.

Burst~

At the same time, the withered old man's body burst open, and a dazzling green light filled the entire hall.

After a moment, the green rays converged, transforming into a giant tree man, the size of a rakshasa.

At the trunk of the tree, there was a human face, very similar to that of a withered old man, and noticing the Rakshasa's movements, the tree man blocked with his left hand, wrapping the chain around his hand.

Drink!

Seeing this, the rakshasa grabbed the chain with both hands and pulled it hard, and the tree man was uprooted and flew over involuntarily.

Syllable~

As he approached him, the treeman's right hand was like a whip, and it slammed down on Rakshasa's face, leaving three scarlet marks.

Enraged, the rakshasa tightened his chains and ripped them off, tearing off the entire left arm of the treant.

However, there was no blood or juice flowing out of the fracture, but it was covered in a cloud of green light, and a new arm was regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it fought with the Rakshasa together.

Bang bang bang~

Just like two ordinary people fighting, punching and kicking, you go back and forth, Rakshasa has the advantage of strength and defense, and the Treant has the ability to regenerate quickly, and for a time it is evenly matched.

However, healing requires the consumption of energy, and the energy comes from the source of the previous tree spirit, not unlimited; the more the Rakshasa fights, the more courageous the Treant becomes, the Treant is invincible, and the recovery is getting slower and slower, and finally he completely loses his regenerative ability and is cut off by the Rakshasa waist.

Roar~

Glancing at the completely unresponsive tree man, the Rakshasa let out a roar of rage and slowly walked into the bronze gate.

At the moment when the gate was about to close, the burly man suddenly moved, and the golden light on his body flickered again.

The black-robed old man raised his eyebrows, and the mottled chains came out of the door, directly entangled the burly man, and pulled him into the bronze giant gate.