"You shouldn't kill the Wild Eagle!" the voice was very soft, and it was no less than thunder in the ears of the Pavilion Master.

"You shouldn't kill the mad eagle, then you should kill the feathered snake, centipede or red tiger?" the pavilion master's mouth turned up, and his tone was indescribably sarcastic.

Lei Shi looked at the pavilion master quietly, did not answer, anyone could hear the pavilion master's sowing discord, Lei Shi disdained this, and even more disdained to do a war of words.

A loud shout came out of the pavilion master's mouth, a sarcastic smile was still on his face, his figure could not shake again and again, and at the moment of leaving the place, Shangguan Mo Yan had already grabbed Shangguan Mo Yan in his hand, and great danger shrouded the hearts of the two.

The bright sky dimmed, and out of the corner of the pavilion master's eye, he saw that the still figure of the thunder lion shattered and disappeared like foam.

"I knew it was an afterimage!" roared in his heart, and his worried gaze turned to the sky, "Fortunately, this bastard Situ saw the opportunity quickly and ran away a long time ago!"

Seeing that there was no figure of Situ Ye in the air, the pavilion master jumped to the throat and fell back to the same place, as long as he was not standing there as a target, no matter where Situ Ye was, he would not have too much to worry about, now it should be the two of them who are worried, at the moment when the thunder lion disappeared, the pavilion master deeply felt the strength of the thunder lion. It was so strong that he could only dodge, not daring to touch it directly.

The irritable thunder and lightning wrapped around the fist, dragging out a shocking trajectory, and suddenly appeared on the side of the pavilion master, and the pavilion master instantly had an impulse to resist the Shangguan Mo Yan in his hand at his side, but fortunately, he instantly came to his senses and pressed this impulse in his heart.

A punch, like a meteor, wrapped in the howling of the wind, collided with the thunder lion's fist.

A devastating scene appeared, thunder and lightning scurried in the wind, the wind centered on the place where the two fists collided, spread in all directions, and in the crackling sound, the earth was once again devastated, and the iron plough was palladium. Ravrows, patches of scorched earth, rocks crumbling, can not see the original form.

The vibration caused by the collision produced ripples, stirring in all directions, and the drumming air waves set off dozens of feet high, which was even more amazing than the monstrous waves.

The two figures flew out diagonally, and with the help of the power of the collision, the pavilion master took Shangguan Mo Yan and flew back, "Go!"

With a low roar, the pavilion master used his strength to throw Shangguan Mo Yan to the side, where the demon clan charged again. The power is mutual, throwing Shangguan Mo Yan out, the pavilion master's figure appeared to pause for a moment, and at this moment, Haoran's masculine aura rushed to his face.

The popping sound rang out again. The thunder lion was too sensitive to the rhythm of the battle, and the moment the pavilion master paused, he let him grasp the flaw, wrapped his fists around the thunder and lightning, and was as eager as a meteor, constantly forcing the pavilion master to fight hard with him.

The pavilion master had the intention to summon the spirit sword to face the enemy, and he couldn't be distracted by the thunder lion for a while. The deafening sound continued, the mountain peaks trembled, and the earth trembled like an earth dragon turning over.

In the distance, Wen Chuanting was lying on the roof, almost tumbling down by the tremor of the earthquake, so he had to lower his center of gravity and lie on it, but fortunately, lying on his stomach did not affect the viewing. In his eyes, the pavilion master and the demon who was thunder and lightning, the two of them stood fist-to-fist, and their bodies were like pulling out countless longitudinal projections, filling the space where they were standing.

"It's so fast, I can only see an afterimage, and I don't know who is stronger. Asked Chuanting muttered, his eyes staring at the place without blinking.

The two fought, the aftermath spread, the energy swept, bulldozing all obstacles, and the hard rocky ground was scraped three feet to the ground. There is a large empty space around the two, not everyone else has disappeared, it is impossible to withstand the aftermath that they can't control, no matter people or beasts, hide far away, for fear that one of them will accidentally die in the aftermath of the fist strength of these two big guys.

"Siyu, can you record the scene of their battle?" asked Chuanting to see the situation clearly, and could only see the afterimage of the two people in different forms, intermittent and incomplete, and they were shattered and shattered in the aftermath of the two people's fists.

"No, their fighting rhythm is too fast, I can only record what you see, and I can't do anything if I can't see it!" Siyu's soft voice came, and there was a sense of powerlessness in his tone.

"If only the deity were here, maybe he could see the battle between the two. Asking Chuanting muttered, unconsciously thinking of the deity who didn't know where to run. "I don't know how far the deity's cultivation has reached in the past few years, and whether it has caught up with these two big guys?"

Wen Chuanting groaned slightly, and then put his chaotic thoughts away. The Bone Demon is wandering around with a sarcophagus on his back, and the fighting here is sudden, unless it is a coincidence, otherwise the deity guarded by the Bone Demon will not know that there are top masters fighting here.

Thinking about it and empathizing with him, if the deity knows that there is a battle here, it will definitely arouse his interest, and watching the master fight is also a way to improve his cultivation. Moreover, chaotic fighting, blood flowing, there is endless flesh and blood here, with the personality of the bone demon, he will not give up this moment of relying on flesh and blood to improve his cultivation, after all, he is a demon, and his flesh and blood, except for bones, are all devoured by the battlefield.

Looking around, the two pavilion masters faced the edge of the battlefield, densely packed with crowds of beasts, and the fight continued, not stopped because of the battle between the two bigwigs. Situ Ye, who disappeared into the air, found the centipede Wu Jingming, and beside him was Shangguan Mo Yan, who was thrown out by the pavilion master, and tried his best to contain Huhar and Bai Xianxian.

Well, it can't be said to be contained, the five people are fighting, exchanging opponents from time to time, this moment is Situ Ye vs. Huhar, and the next moment may be Shangguan Mo Yan's one-on-one challenge to Wu Jingming.

"Bad luck, I can't see any of these people fighting each other. "Wen Chuanting has a lot of resentment, several people are too profound, their hands and feet are up and down with a huge momentum, and they are fast and fast, waving the spirit sword on the side, and the close hand-to-hand combat of Shangguan and Situ complements each other.

"Boom!"

An abrupt and monotonous scream sounded, which was different from the roar of the two of them colliding with their fists and feet, which seemed unique and pure when it came to the ears.

Wen Chuanting tried his best to find Mo Mu's gaze shifted instantly, and only saw an afterimage in the corner of his eye, "It seems that the pavilion master was sent flying?!"

Asked Chuanting to mutter, he saw a figure flying out of the fierce battle energy, spraying blood stained the sky red. The upside-down pavilion master smashed several houses one after another, all of them passed through the walls, and slammed into the mountain wall in the smoke and dust, and finally embedded there, a foot deep. If it's annoying, don't say it's embedded in the rock wall, even if you hit the hard rock wall, you can vomit three liters of blood, and whether you can live or not is two words.

The pavilion master struggled to break free from the rock wall, his body moved diagonally and horizontally to avoid the punch power of the thunder lion, and in the middle of his thoughts, a long sword pierced out of his body from between his arms, which was the spirit sword of the pavilion master to kill the mad eagle.

At this time, at the cost of injury, there is finally a chance to use it. Holding the spirit sword in his hand, an inexplicable momentum spread out from his body.

"But that's it!" disdain came from the sound of fists popping, piercing deep into the pavilion master's heart.

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