The three elders did not intend to give Liu Zihong time to recover, and did not care about his status as a Hou-level monk at all, and several consecutive moves were murderous. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cao Yunchao was in a hurry, but it was difficult to break through for a while, the entanglement of the two Hou-level monks, not to mention the assistance of other Red Fire Sect disciples,

The jade lion kept running back and forth, and the blood-colored dragon scales on the forehead were already exclaimed and transparent, and their strength was about to run out.

The strong body was manifested at this time, and the sword of the ordinary Red Fire Sect disciple deepened, and it could not hurt it at all, but compared to the Hou-level monks, dodging and moving in a small range was indeed not what a horse was good at, and he could only waste his physical strength again and again.

Barely supporting his body, the Heavenly Sword was still clenched in his hand, and there was no panic or despair in his heart.

A few new wounds appeared on his body, and the scorched black after the burning of the flame power still remained on his body, greatly reducing the speed of wound healing, which reminded him of the pain he had left a few years ago when he had just been in this world for a short time, and then the miscellaneous servant called Chen Wolf left him with pain.

Gritting his teeth, the jade lion rushed over again, and the three elders calmly dodged it, even with a playful smile on their faces, so far everything is under control, and the overall situation has been decided.

Liu Zihong took the initiative to attack, and the twenty-first style of Tang poetry swordsmanship "Yanmen Tai Shouxing" came from the Tang Empire, and the genius swordsman Li He.

The dark clouds in the sky were quickly filled, and there was even some cold wind, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

The attack of a Red Fire Sect disciple fell on Liu Zihong, and after the golden light flashed, the golden armor appeared on him faintly, like the golden spirit armor condensed by a golden martial artist, and the low sound of the wind was like the sound of a marching horn, and the blood on the ground had seeped into the soil and turned dark brown.

The figure slammed into the arms of the disciples of the Red Fire Sect in front of him, the Heavenly Sword passed through the other party's heart, the other party's figure fell to the side, and Liu Zihong had already appeared behind the three elders.

The Heavenly Sword let out a soft roar, and the wind swept across the blade, making a clanging sound, like the sound of a beautiful woman fluctuating the strings.

Jiuyang Divine Skill had already begun to run rapidly, and the tenacious and abnormal meridians were also a little overwhelmed, not because of the huge amount of true qi, but because of the fluctuation of the Dan liquid, which could no longer keep up with Liu Zihong's use, a sword that was no more than three feet long burst out.

It seemed that the whole heaven and earth lit up, the faces of the three elders changed slightly, and then changed, and after a breath, they were shocked, and a small gap appeared on the burning true fire armor on their bodies.

Touching his chest, the red of his hands seeped out, and the anger in his heart burned, and he even lost his mind a little.

His hands were already clenched into fists, and a fire dragon appeared behind him, roaring towards Liu Zihong, and the boundless fist intent completely enveloped Liu Zihong.

It seemed that there were fire dragon fists in all directions, and even flames began to burn on the ground, and a huge palm appeared, as if to hold Liu Zihong in the palm of his hand.

There is nowhere to retreat, and Liu Zihong can't retreat, he is now mustering up his last strength, as long as he retreats this time, then it will be meat on the chopping board, and he will be slaughtered.

Barely stabilizing the shaking body, the small puddle in the Yuan Sea had already exclaimed and dried up, and even the true qi was not much left, and it was even difficult to form a big Zhoutian.

The figure of the third elder had already risen into the air, condensed a flame fist that was only five meters in size, and smashed down towards Liu Zihong from the sky above his head.

The disciples of the Red Fire Sect were also stunned, many people had never seen it, the three elders really moved, it was so terrifying, within five meters around Liu Zihong, it seemed that there were raging flames, as well as the phantoms of several three elders.

There is no way to go to heaven and no door to enter the ground, it seems that Liu Zihong has completely fallen into the exhaustion of mountains and rivers.

Cao Yunchao, who was a hundred meters away, suddenly roared angrily, and a blood-colored spear appeared in his hand, struggling to throw it in the direction where Liu Zihong was.

The remaining Hou-level monk was restraining the Jade Lion of the Night, seeing this situation, he gritted his teeth, and soared into the air without hesitation, the raging flame giant sword collided with the blood-colored spear, and only the blood-colored spear disappeared in two seconds.

The Hou-level monk fell to the ground in a daze, staggering to his feet, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

"Be careful!" came the exclamation of the Red Fire Sect disciple behind him, and then a huge force hit him, and he felt that the bones behind him were also broken.

The body flew out of the air at a distance of dozens of meters, spilling a piece of blood, and under the anger of the jade lion in the night, the power of the impact was more than ten thousand catties, if it weren't for the Hou-level martial artist, the muscles and bones would have been tempered, I am afraid that it would have been torn apart.

Barely struggling to dodge, the next attack of the Night Jade Lion, and other Red Fire Sect disciples rushed to the rescue to help him stabilize his injuries.

Being so embarrassed by a beast, he was naturally very angry in his heart, if it weren't for the gift that the third elder had booked for the Jade Emperor Temple, he would have already wanted to kill him, this kind of fifth-order demon beast with weak combat effectiveness, there is still a way to kill it.

Over there, Liu Zihong wielded the Yitian Sword as much as he could, the golden armor on his body slowly faded, and it was almost nothing, and the pressure he was under was getting bigger and bigger, and he even felt that his bones were about to be crushed.

"The horse is new across the white jade saddle, and the moonlight is cold on the battlefield. ”

The voice was dry, his throat was about to crack, and the continuous fire dragon fists smashed down, so that Liu Zihong's legs had completely sunk into the ground, and in fact, his left calf had been broken.

Another punch fell, and the Heavenly Sword shook, almost flying out of his hand, and his right hand was already blurred with shocked flesh and blood, and his hands were full of scarlet.

"The sound of the iron drum at the head of the city is still shaking, and the blood of the golden knife in the box has not dried up. ”

There was a loud bang, as if it was coming from the nine heavens, and the whole heaven and earth reverberate, the dark clouds retreated, the sun had set westward, and the cold wind rose again.

Liu Zihong had already appeared more than ten meters away, kneeling on one knee with his back to the three elders, the Heavenly Sword had been sheathed, blood stains spread out from the scabbard, one arm was hanging beside him, his left arm had been broken, and he could no longer exert any strength.

The three elders also stood in place, and none of the disciples of the Red Fire Sect knew what was going on, and they were all stunned in a short period of time.

A few minutes passed, and a leisurely sigh came out from the three elders, and the other Red Fire Sect disciples also seemed to have finally come to life, and their hearts fell on their chests.

"Sure enough, it's a pity, the old man can't spare you!"

Liu Zihong was almost semi-comatose, and vaguely heard someone say this, but he wanted something in his heart, so he laughed.

The severity of the injury caused his voice to change drastically, like the wail of a night owl, which was harsh and unpleasant.