On the side of the war, there is still a walking corpse that no one pays attention to.

That is the Zeng dare to guard the coffin.

Zeng dared to turn a deaf ear to the battle of a group of masters, as if he was deaf and blind. He was loosely hung with half a circle of iron chains, and his hands and feet were not bound, and he could leave at any time if he wanted to go, but he was stunned and motionless as if he had lost his heart.

Zeng dared to be so abnormal, and it had nothing to do with the dark red brilliance on his back. It's just that the battle situation is stalemate, Xuanhu and the two heroes are red-eyed, and Han Laoqi is a young man, so no one expected this.

The only thing that worries about what he dared to do is the pseudo-tiger.

The pseudo-tiger has a big, big game of chess in his hand, and if he really plays the right game, the entire Eastern Territory and the Central Plains will have earth-shaking changes. It took him countless weeks and countless costs to have the first chess piece in his hand, that was Zeng Dawei and the coffin, and the second chess piece was also close at hand, that was Li Wuxiong. If you take down the two boys in front of you, your layout of more than 20 years will finally pay off.

I really didn't expect that what was originally an easy battle would become so difficult.

This time, he came alone, and the Cloud Tree Demon Clan on the periphery of the forest was not his deployment, and it could even be said to be his biggest enemy. He didn't dare to show his true body, and he shot these two children with a clear sword, but he couldn't gain the upper hand against the enemy with his human form. If you drag it out for a long time, you will definitely have long nights and many dreams. The pseudo-tiger cherished talents and loved talents from the beginning, but in a blink of an eye, it has become angry and hateful, and wants to get rid of the two of them.

In just a few dozen breaths, Ma Qing's realm and Li Wuxiong have both been upgraded to the second phase of the realm, which is simply different from before, and Li Wuxiong's realm has not improved much, but he has obtained the body of a Xuanhu beast like a rebirth, and a rootless wind accompanies the left and right in his gestures, faintly combined with the coercion of a mountain monarch and demon saint.

If the original realm between Ma Qing and Li Wuxiong is too far apart, the benefits of the two are far more than that. It's a pity that the deeper the cultivation, the more afraid of shortcomings, the two of them have not yet crossed the most important threshold of refining form.

The pseudo-tiger saw the clue, although the two of them had airtight moves, one after another, but Ma Qing was obviously weaker. And Li Wuxiong was seriously injured, even if he was protected by the remnants of the Xuanhu Soul, if he couldn't attack for a long time, there was only one way to die. Therefore, whenever the main attack with the night knife, the pseudo-tiger will not be able to avoid the defense, and resist the enemy with the four-door fist;

Li Wuxiong and Ma Qing were unaware of the pseudo-tiger's change of moves, and only relied on a brute force, and sure enough, the bulging blood on Ma Qing's body couldn't withstand such a strong impact, and began to burst from time to time, and the plasma just touched the skin, and it couldn't withstand the high temperature and turned into a mist. Ma Qing turned a blind eye, but a thick layer of blood mist was permeated with dozens of moves.

The more Han Laoqi looked at it in the distance, the more frightened he became, obviously the blood mist was thicker, and Ma Qing's vitality was weaker, but the bright silver spear in Ma Qing's hand did not stop at all, and the moves were still wide open and fierce. Han Laoqi couldn't see the remnant soul of Xuanhu, and he also guessed that Ma Qing must have lost consciousness.

If it's just Li and Ma, this is a dead end.

Whether you stop or fight the enemy, you will always die.

It's just that the bright silver spear is a divine weapon, and it has been hit by countless times of vitality and is still unharmed, so it delays more time and makes the duel look "evenly matched". I have to admire this pseudo-tiger for not being alarmed, and his scheming is deep, even in the face of the pressure of the demon saint, he is still not afraid at all, and he has come up with a countermeasure in such a short time to meet the enemy.

The bright silver spear in Ma Qing's hand finally slowed down, and the momentum with the night knife was like the end of a strong crossbow.

The night knife slashed down diagonally, and the pseudo-tiger didn't care about letting the night knife cut off a piece of meat under his ribs, and kicked it like an arrow off the string into Ma Qing's blood mist, and the tiger's claws reached straight to Ma Qing's throat.

The so-called one inch long and one inch strong, the bright silver gun is not conducive to close combat. In the square inch of land, the spear could not get up and could not gather strength, so it could only clumsily move forward to block the body of the pseudo-tiger. But the muscles on the pseudo-tiger's hand suddenly tightened, and he lost a circle in an instant, and what changed was that his arm suddenly grew several feet, and he easily pinched Ma Qing's neck.

The pseudo-tiger did not hesitate anymore, and increased the strength in his hands, and he was about to break the weak tracheal cervical vertebrae.

But the corners of Ma Qing's mouth smeared a snicker.

His eyelids blinked, and one second they were still human eyes, but the next second they were replaced by beast eyes like Li Wuxiong.

It is impossible for the pseudo-tiger to be mistaken, at that moment it is clearly the expression of the Xuanhu, high up, looking at the ants.

The pseudo-tiger's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to delay in his hand, so he pinched it heavily. But there was an irresistible high temperature in the palm of his hand, and the pseudo-tiger had to kill Ma Qing immediately at the cost of burning his arm, breaking the combined attack of these two people. The turquoise flames drilled out of every pore of the pseudo-tiger and slammed down on Ma Qing.

This blue fire met Ma Qing, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it no longer appeared, and the endless vitality on the pseudo-tiger gradually became unsustainable with the disappearance of the flames.

The strange heat on Ma Qing's body became more and more unstoppable, penetrating the pseudo-tiger's arm.

Gradually, the blood mist around Ma Qing also ignited a raging flame.

Pale and hot.

Skyfire!

Impossible, how can Ma Qing understand the heavenly fire! The pseudo-tiger saw the color of the flame clearly, and his eyes were full of incredulity, there were only a few heavenly fires in the world, why did there be two more users of the heavenly fire in the small town on the border of the Qingjiang River for no reason.

Ma Qing suddenly spoke, although his tone was flat, but it was as cold and cold as coming from the Nine Poor Springs: The little demon who turned into a cat dared to be presumptuous in front of this seat!

The whole body of the pseudo-tiger was burned by the heavenly fire, but the whole person seemed to be placed in an ice cellar, and secretly said in his heart: It's not good, it's not good, Lord Xuanhu has really been resurrected.

At the moment when the pseudo-tiger hesitated, Ma Qing floated forward half a step forward like a ghost, and slapped the pseudo-tiger's chest. This palm seems to be slow and fast, and there is no fluctuation of heavenly fire and vitality in the hand, just a bland slap is like a punch from an ordinary martial artist. But the power is unimaginable unless you have experienced it.

The pseudo-tiger leaned over, and the palm struck on the left shoulder. In an instant, all the acupoints and blood in the blood on the shoulders of the pseudo-tiger suddenly disappeared without a trace, like a mist blown away by the wind. The pseudo-tiger's left hand shook uncontrollably, and he lost control completely, and he couldn't even hold his fist.

The pseudo-tiger had no time to complain, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow that had circled behind him, dragging a black broken knife in his hand.

Li Wuxiong's hand fell, followed by a lone arm flying high, spraying red blood and staining half of the sky.

This pseudo-tiger is a ruthless man, knowing that he was restrained by Ma Qing and couldn't get out for a while, Li Wuxiong was caught behind, this knife was unavoidable, and he actually cut off an arm and dodged Li Wuxiong's knife in a hurry.

The pseudo-tiger crawled and dodged more than ten feet and picked up a small life. The pseudo-tiger was horrified in his heart, and now Li and Ma are purely puppets of Xuanhu, and Xuanhu is really alive. Ma Qing showed weakness before, but it was just a plan carefully laid out by Xuanhu to invite you into the urn. The pseudo-tiger didn't notice it, fell into a trap and lost an arm.

The pseudo-tiger clutched his severed arm and fled to Zeng Dawei's red coffin in embarrassment.

Li and Ma stood in front of the pseudo-tiger and said in unison: The two-tailed cat, dare to offend this seat, and don't quickly receive death to apologize!

The pseudo-tiger looked up to the sky and smiled, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"With your words alone, do I really have to die, Xuanhu's bloodline has been broken for a thousand years, have you become old and confused?"

Xuanhu shouted: Bold!

This bold voice is not a two-man voice, as if it was made out of nothing, rolling up a gust of wind and pressing towards the pseudo-tiger.

The pseudo-tiger straightened up, called Xuanhu, and said: It's a pity, it's a pity, now that your soul is alive, you can't do without the bodies of these two human children, I'm afraid you can't even recover your strength!

"I, the pseudo-tiger, bet on the luck of the cat clan today, and I will bet with you for ten thousand years. Either my pseudo-tiger ascends to the sky and becomes holy, or the whole clan of the Eastern Cat will accompany me to die here."

"You have ruined half of your cultivation by an ant, and now I am killing you just to probe for things, what qualifications do you have to say that you will ascend to the sky!"

"My qualifications are here. ”

The only sound arm of the pseudo-tiger jerked, and the red coffin slowly opened.

Thousands of golden lights rose to the sky, and the dragon's groans were terrifying**.

The snakes, insects, rats, ants, birds, and beasts around them all did not dare to move when they heard the dragon's groan.

In the distance, he was leisurely grazing in the mountain stream, and Yinyuan, who ignored everything, even leaned down and whimpered on the ground.

Outside the Milk Tiger Forest, the originally neat battle formation of the Cloud Tree Demon Group suddenly became a mess, and they kept colliding with each other and running wildly, as if the end was coming.

"It turned out to be a heavenly calamity, it turned out to be a heavenly calamity, it turned out to be a heavenly calamity!"