A thunderbolt slashed down from the clouds, directly slashing the phantom dog's head that pounced on Yi Xiaodao.

Meng Mulie and Yi Xiaodao looked up at the same time, and a familiar figure slowly emerged from the clouds, wearing a golden dragon robe, shining under the reflection of the arc of the clouds.

"At this time, I won't leave my hands behind."

Meng Mulie swept away Yi Xiaodao with a knife, stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhao Yizhi, and countless black qi turned out behind him, condensed into black arrow feathers, and shot towards Zhao Yizhi in the air.

The arrow feathers are dense, and there are almost no gaps.

Zhao Yizhi didn't move, but in the clouds behind him, countless heavenly thunderbolts fell, and the number was more than Meng Mulie's black arrow feathers.

The arrow feathers were bombarded by the thunder and all of them perished, and countless miserable howls were heard from them.

After the thunder split the arrow feathers, it continued to blast towards Meng Mulie, and the speed was so fast that it was impossible to be caught off guard.

Seeing that the thunder was coming fiercely, Yi Xiaodao hurriedly extinguished the pillar of fire under his feet and fell to the ground, leaving Meng Mulie alone to bear the thunder in the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The heavenly thunder slammed into Meng Mulie's body firmly, and countless black smoke spread out from his body, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Yi Xiaodao's flame spear was still firmly grasped in his hand, and two fiery red rays of light shot out of his eyes, looking into the black smoke, trying to find Meng Mulie's figure. But the black smoke seemed to have a strong obstacle, blocking Yi Xiaodao's vision, and it was only a black patch when he looked at it.

"Hahaha, is the split finished?" Monmulie's laughter came from the black smoke.

Yi Xiaodao heard Meng Mulie's voice, seized the opportunity, and the flame spear in his hand was thrown out instantly, shooting directly at the sound.

"Bell!"

The flame spear was fixed on the black smoke, the long barrel of the spear was exposed, and there was a sound of gold and iron, which seemed to be hit.

Yi Xiaodao frowned slightly, the spear was made of flames, not gold and iron, how could the sound of gold and iron be heard?

Without waiting for Yi Xiaodao to think about it, a strange scene happened, the flames on the spear gradually weakened, and the barrel of the spear slowly sank into the black smoke, looking like it was about to be engulfed.

Soon, the flaming spear disappeared into the black smoke, and there was no fire at all, and I don't know what was going on inside.

"Beiyi doesn't like red, this color is good."

As Meng Mulie's voice came out, a black spear shot out of the black smoke and stabbed at Yi Xiaodao on the ground.

Yi Xiaodao raised his hand and drew back, and saw a flaming whip thrown out again, binding towards the black spear. The long whip wrapped around the spear, tightly bound, and the black gas and flames continued to consume each other.

Yi Xiaodao shook it hard, trying to deflect the direction of the spear's stabbing direction, but unexpectedly, the spear was not affected at all, and stabbed straight in the direction of Yi Xiaodao.

Yi Xiaodao hurriedly dodged, and withdrew more than a dozen zhang away in one step. The spear is like having eyes, no matter how Yi Xiaodao dodges, he always follows behind him, like a shadow.

In mid-air, after throwing a black spear in the smoke, a figure also pierced through the smoke and flew high into the sky, staring at Zhao Yizhi above the sky.

Meng Mulie didn't intend to let Zhao Yizhi go.

Zhao Yizhi's eyes shrank, and there were bursts of thunder in the clouds behind him, and more heavenly thunder bombarded down, frantically hitting Meng Mulie.

Meng Mulie did not dodge or dodge, allowing the heavenly thunder to bombard his body, except for splashing wisps of scorched smoke, he did not suffer any damage.

Zhao Yizhi pursed his lips, and the thunder behind him stopped for a while, and did not bombard down again.

The cessation of the heavenly thunder also made Meng Mulie's speed increase sharply, and he came to Zhao Yizhi's face in an instant, and with a horizontal slash of the hand knife, Zhao Yizhi's head was instantly cut out.

Yi Xiaodao, who was still dodging the black spear on the ground, saw this scene, and only felt his heart tighten. This distraction was passed by the black spear, and a smear of blood gushed out of his shoulder.

A thunderbolt slashed down, smashing the black spear directly.

"Take care of yourself, I'm fine."

A familiar voice sounded in Yi Xiaodao's heart, it was Zhao Yizhi's voice.

"The black gas on the spear has polluted you, pay attention to eliminate it." Zhao Yizhi reminded Yi Xiaodao.

Yi Xiaodao turned his head to look, and sure enough, a small pinch of black qi was floating on his shoulder, wanting to follow the wound into his body.

"Hmph." Yi Xiaodao snorted coldly, and a flame ignited on his shoulder, burning the small cloud of black gas.

High in the air, after Zhao Yizhi's head was cut off, Meng Mulie gave up his body and flew towards the head, with a fierceness flashing in his eyes.

He wants to crush Zhao Yi's bones and scatter ashes before he will give up!

When Meng Mulie approached Zhao Yizhi's head, he saw that the head was slowly deformed, and his eyes and nose collapsed one by one, gradually turning into a blue spherical arc.

"Zila!"

The arc burst open, and Meng Mulie hurriedly closed his eyes and covered his eyes, allowing the arc to explode on his body.

"It turns out that the weakness is in the eyes."

Not far behind Meng Mulie, Zhao Yizhi's figure transformed again, wearing a dragon robe to hunt in the wind, exactly the same as just now.

Meng Mulie looked down at him, and Zhao Yizhi's headless body no longer remained the same, turning into an arc and disappearing into the clouds.

"This one shouldn't be the real thing." Meng Mulie understood, and no longer stepped forward to pursue.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Zhao Yi beckoned, and the thunder and lightning in the clouds churned again, and it seemed that the next round of offensive was brewing again.

Meng Mulie glanced at the churning thunder and lightning, and said indifferently: "Even the thunder and lightning can't hurt me in the slightest. I'd like to see how long you can do this! ”

As he spoke, Meng Mulie sank down and fell to the ground.

His black qi really couldn't sense where Zhao Yizhi was, and it could only be a waste of physical strength in the clouds. In that case, it is better to solve the other one first, which is wise.

As soon as Meng Mulie landed, two spears stabbed in front of him, the tips of which were burning with flames, aggressive.

Meng Mulie was not panicked, his hands came out together, he grabbed the two spears on the left and the right, and pressed the spears down with brute force, revealing the resolute face of Yi Xiaodao behind him.

"If I'm not mistaken, six years ago, you were still using swords."

"Someone told me to kill you with a gun!"

As soon as Yi Xiaodao's words fell, six flames suddenly rose behind him, and the flames were full for a while, soaring into the sky. Soon, the six flames quickly converged again, turning into six spears, which were tightly attached to Yi Xiaodao's back.

"It's kind of familiar." Meng Mulie only felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

Yi Xiaodao twisted the barrel of the gun with both hands, forcing Meng Mulie to let go of his hand, and was able to take back the two spears in his hand: "There are so many people who died at the hands of your Beiyi, how can you remember?" ”

"Eight finches!"

Yi Xiaodao jumped back and threw the spear in his hand at Meng Mulie. Then his hands continued to grab from behind his back, and the six flame spears behind him were also thrown by him, and the eight muskets were shot at Meng Mulie at the same time.

Meng Mulie's eyes were sharp, and he saw the small wound on Yi Xiaodao's shoulder at a glance, and sneered: "Heh, what is the use of the same trick, no matter how much it is?" ”

Eight flaming spears shot in front of Meng Mulie, who opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of black smoke, enveloping all eight guns.

Yi Xiaodao closed his scarlet and weird left eye, only opened his dark and deep right eye, and stared closely at the eight spears he had thrown.

The flames on the spear suddenly changed color, and also turned into a dark appearance, shooting directly into the black smoke.

A hint of foreboding flashed in Meng Mulie's heart, and he hurriedly retreated to dodge.

Eight spears pierced through the black smoke and stood on all sides of Meng Mulie, faintly forming an encirclement that surrounded him in the middle.

"Not good!"

Without waiting for Meng Mulie to make any moves, the black flames on the eight spears were like eight pillars of light, soaring straight into the sky.

Meng Mulie was trapped in the middle of the prison formed by the eight pillars of light.

"What if you trap me? In a matter of moments, I will be able to resolve these! Black qi continued to gush out from Meng Mulie's back, clinging towards the eight pillars of light.

Yi Xiaodao stood in place and didn't move, just chuckled and looked at Meng Mulie.

Meng Mulie seemed to think of something, and when he looked up, he saw a huge dragon head poking out of the clouds in the sky, opening its mouth and roaring at him. In the clouds, the torso twisted constantly, and the dragon scales and claws were clearly visible.

Dragon, blue-purple, arc flashing.

A dragon transformed by thunder and lightning, and the position of the dragon's head also happened to be among the eight pillars of light, just above Meng Mulie.

Zhao Yizhi stood on the dragon's head, his eyes were compassionate, like a god overlooking the world, ruling the world.

With a slight touch of his toes, Zhao Yizhi jumped up from the dragon's head...

"Brontosaurus."

As if receiving the command, the Brontosaurus roared and rushed over from Meng Mulie.

"Moo!"

The huge thunder dragon descended from the sky to the mortal world along the space left by the eight pillars of light, and swallowed Meng Mulie with his mouth open!

The dragon's neck, dragon body, dragon claws, and dragon tail all crashed into Meng Mulie's body.

No one knew how powerful this brontosaurus was, and no one would believe that anyone would survive the lightning bombardment of this dragon-like lightning.

However, Yi Xiaodao and Zhao Yizhi know today, and they do have.

When the last trace of the dragon's tail disappeared into the pillar of light, both of them sensed it at the same time, and Meng Mulie was still alive...