Lu Zheng carefully looked at the thousand withered old demons in front of him. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This is said to be the old rival of Kuang Tianqi and Gu Xintong, with a surprising appearance, his hair and beard are half white and half black, his hair is scattered, his beard is unshaven, and he is wearing a wide purple robe, which looks nondescript.

At this time, the old demon was staring at Lu Zheng with his very gloomy and bloodthirsty eyes, as if he was about to pounce on Lu Zheng and eat Lu Zheng alive in the next second.

"Boy, listen to your grandfather obediently! Otherwise, your grandfather will tell you why the flowers are so red!"

A green tendon popped out of Lu Zheng's head, and the Flowing Fire Sword circled between his fingers, and sneered: "I don't know where to pop up an old deflated three, and he dares to call himself my grandfather?"

"Yellow-mouthed child! The ability of the tongue to find death!"

The old demon scolded three times in a row, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, his feet kicked the ground, his body was in a curved arc, and he appeared on the top of Lu Zheng's head in an instant.

"Whew!Whew!"

A sharp claw wind sounded above Lu Zheng's head. The Thousand Withered Old Devil's palms were bent, his ten fingers suddenly became longer, his nails were dark and sharp, and he was about to cut Lu Zheng's throat when he broke through the space.

Lu Zheng didn't dodge or dodge, and when he raised his hand, the long sword turned into flames and bloomed.

Suddenly, brilliant flames enveloped the clawed wind.

The fragments of flames torn apart by the claws, and the remnants of the claws engulfed by the flames, the two are intertwined, dazzling people's eyes.

Under the shadow of the claws and the flames, Lu Zheng and the old demon of Qiankue moved at the same time, their fists and palms collided, and their legs and feet intersected.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the Qiankuer Old Demon took the lead in losing his breath, abandoned and continued the duel with Lu Zheng alone, and instead broke out into cultivation, exerting his momentum.

Suddenly, the cultivation of the Thousand Withered Old Demon was no longer suppressed by the four-star Martial Emperor, and as soon as the coercion was released, it pressed many cultivators present to kneel on their knees.

Lu Zheng took a breath and bit through the upper and lower mouths, so that he was not too embarrassed.

In this regard, the old demon of Qiandry sneered, roared and rushed towards Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng still did not retreat at all, only his feet were slightly rounded, one hand was back, one finger was pointing to the sky, and two fingers were used as a pen.

Someone shouted: "Isn't this Lu Zheng still a formation master?"

The exclamation continued, but seeing that Lu Zheng was covered in light, making a talisman with one hand, it was pleasing to the eye, and in a moment, the yellow talisman flew out, like snow falling in the sky.

Huang Fu landed, turned into a paper man array, hunted in the yin wind, and the paper man jumped up, rumbling like a moth to the fire, blocking in front of the thousand withered old demons who were attacking with a wide opening and closing.

The thousand withered old demon only felt the moment when the paper man was close to him, and the cold and dead air hit his face, and if the temperature of three thousand feet of ice under the Yellow Spring instantly froze his bone marrow, his movements couldn't help but stiffen.

That is, at the time when the old demon's body stiffened, Lu Zheng suddenly jumped up, held the Flowing Fire Sword in his hand, and shouted "Flame Burning in All Directions".

Suddenly, the sword was like a shock, slashing down from mid-air, the sword light flashed, turning into dozens of flames, and the body of a thousand withered old demons bloomed with a poof.

The flames came to the body, turning into hundreds, forming a wall of flames, firmly trapping people in it.

As soon as the ice in the old demon's body was resolved, it was burned by the flames, and as soon as he came out of the ice hell, he was on the verge of burning the sky. The old demon didn't hold back and screamed miserably.

Everyone is a cultivator, with good eyesight, and as far as the eye can see, the skin around the old devil is silently cracked, as if it has been stimulated by a cold and a heat, and the skin can't stand the broken skin, the skin is broken, and the blood slowly oozes out.

Since his debut, the old devil has never been so embarrassed and miserable, and he was howling at the moment, and in his resentment and shame, he actually forgot to kill Lu Zheng in the first place to fight back.

On the contrary, Lu Zheng seized the opportunity, said that it was too late and that it was fast, and probed one of the hundreds of flames, and the flames were extinguished and turned into the true body of the Flowing Fire Sword. And Lu Zheng threw out a rune paper with his left hand, the moment the rune paper fell to the ground, the paper broke and the vines came out, thousands of green vines rose from the ground, and the vines were barbed, full of venom, roaring and suddenly retracting, swallowing the thousand withered old demons in one gulp.

Almost at the same time, Lu Zheng waved his right hand, and the sword caused thunder, "crackling" with a loud sound, and the thunder followed the sword finger, splitting the giant vine, and it was in the middle of the thousand withered old demon heavenly spirits.

"Ahh

The Thousand Withered Old Demon screamed, half of his body smoked, and his whole body burned in an instant.

The cultivators on the side were all shocked, and no one believed that such a thing could be done by a small one-star martial artist! Even if this one-star martial artist was also a one-star spirit master. Even if there are two divisions and one star, how can a four-star martial emperor be severely injured in just a few moves!

The Thousand Withered Old Demon was furious, and the humiliation he had never suffered before made him lose his mind like never before. He immediately yelled and rushed over again.

The Qiankue Old Demon was extremely powerful, and when his body ejected, the power was devastating, and he punched Lu Zheng out in the blink of an eye.

"Poof!"

Lu Zheng's body flew upside down for more than ten meters, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

The strength is far apart, facing each other, Lu Zheng is not the opponent of the Thousand Withered Old Devils. All he had relied on before was his own fearlessness and Heavenly Master Talisman power, as well as the contempt and defenselessness of the Thousand Withered Old Demons.

At this time, the Qiankuer Old Demon was so stimulated that he only wanted to tear Lu Zheng to pieces, and he didn't give him time to breathe at all.

The monster in the clouds stood in the distance and did not step forward. With his ability, he can always save the life of the apprentice at a critical moment. As for before that, it was a matter of his own ability for the apprentice to break his hands and feet, but as long as there was a life left, it would be fine.

With this in mind, the monster in the cloud almost never mixed with any of Lu Zheng's life-and-death battles.

Lu Zheng is strong and tough, and he has never taken the initiative to ask for help.

At this time, the Qiandry Old Devil, who was far better than Lu Zheng, had played enough of the game of cat and mouse, and after beating people far away for the thirteenth time, he took the initiative to fly up, his body turned into fog, and all Lu Zheng's back roads were blocked in an instant.

The figure of the thousand withered old demons disappeared immediately, leaving only a black mist in the sky, emitting a foul smell, densely enveloping Lu Zheng in it.

Lu Zheng gradually felt that it was difficult to breathe, but the figure of the Thousand Withered Old Demon was not revealed at all, the known and unknown dangers were closed step by step, and the supreme coercion of the four-star Martial Emperor was overwhelming his body all the time. Lu Zheng's bones all over his body ached faintly, as if he was being pressed so hard that he wanted to crack. The intestines that have been hit hard again and again also have a faint tendency of rebellion at this time.

A concealment talisman quietly slipped into his palm, when necessary, Lu Zheng was not reckless, the gap between him and the thousand withered old demons was like a chasm, although he did not give up easily, he did not intend to die easily.

"Hehe, go die!"

In the thick black mist, there was a cold and low drink from the thousand withered old demons.

Immediately, there was a black mist of thousands of fierce beasts, rushing tide!

"Roar!"

roaring on the pavement, Lu Zheng's face tightened, and the whole person was blown off involuntarily.

The battle of life and death is about to break out.