Wang Evil casually threw away the lifeless Arhat's body, flipped his big hand, and on the palm of his hand lay the imitation Arhat head that had been broken by him before, and put the long sword in his other hand on the smooth head, and repeatedly sharpened the blade of the sword.

Eight figures fell from the sky.

One of the long-eyebrow arhats was extremely fast, and the two long eyebrows raised by his fingers were like a long snake winding towards the neck of Wang Xie.

There was a loud bang, and Wang Wei didn't even look at him, but raised his elbow slightly to the side, and knocked it slightly, making a golden ripple on the temples of the arhat.

The originally murderous Arhat was immediately like a standing statue, standing still, and the golden light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

At the same time, Wang Xie held a steel whip in one hand and a sword in the other.

Two pillars of light intertwined with sword qi and gang qi gushed out, smashing the remnants of the imitative Arhats that kept pouring in.

Higher in the sky, the long-bearded Taoist sighed lightly, took out the token engraved with human characters from his wide robe, threw it down gently, and sighed, "Obsessed."

The monk did not hide the anger on his face, his palms were folded, and the chanting in his mouth was like thunder.

In the sea of clouds where Wang Evil was standing, thousands of burly wrestlers wearing soldier armor pills sprung up from all directions in an instant, and they continued to kill Wang Evil.

Suddenly it was pitch black overhead, Wang Wei suddenly raised his head, and clusters of dark clouds converged and formed at a speed visible to the naked eye along with the monk's Buddhist singing, the dark clouds were bottomless, and there was a hidden thunder in them.

In an instant, the martial artists conjured up by the Heavenly Absolute Array had already been killed, and one of them was on the way to stride, and the armor of his whole body was really shattered by the boiling true qi, and he smashed towards the door of the king's evil face with a punch.

There are no dazzling spells, no entanglement, everything is so unpretentious.

Wang Wei didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he quickly slashed out a sword and counterattacked while defending.

With a bang, where the two of them stood, they were shaken by the powerful force and scattered in all directions.

In the end, it turned out to be the king who snorted evilly, took ten steps back, and looked down to see that the arm armor and armor were actually beaten into some dents.

Wang Xie was a little stunned, "Yo ho, Ten Realm Martial Artists? It's no wonder that the punch is so old and powerful."

In the distance, the martial artists who had conjured up from the formation began to surround Wang Wei and the martial artists.

At this moment, the huge dark clouds overhead, between the lightning and flint, split down thousands of golden thunder lights, each of which had the thickness of a bucket car, and all of them fell on Wang Xie's body.

Na Wufu didn't look at Wang Evil, and slowly put out a shocking boxing fight, accumulating fist intent, as if he was about to punch and end Wang's vicious life in the next moment.

In the dazzling thunder, Wang Wei couldn't help twitching, as if he was being tortured in extreme pain, but he still protected his breastplate with both hands.

After a while, the thunder light dissipated, but on Wang Evil's body, there were dozens of chains full of thorns and barbs, from the gap in the armor, deeply piercing Wang Evil's flesh and blood, locking it up and strangling all the flow of breath.

The corners of the long-bearded Taoist man's mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at the monk who was moved by the murderous intention, and said with a smile: "It is rumored that among the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, the sealing technique of the Buddhist family is the most outstanding.

With a wave of his sleeves, he ordered all the monks gathered here in this world, "What are you waiting for, let me kill this thief!" With the power of the heavens!"

Suddenly, all the monks in this heaven and earth who did not meet each other sacrificed the magic weapons, spells, and flying swords at the bottom of the box. Countless immortal spells, magic weapons, dragging long tails turned into colorful arcs, rushing into the sky.

All the martial artists, including the one who had repelled Wang Evil with one punch before, had to temporarily avoid the edge and retreat again and again in the face of such a dense and terrifying bombardment of spells.

The Taoist twisted his beard and smiled contemptuously, with the help of the sealing method, coupled with this terrifying intensive bombardment, you are a god in the world, and you will also be beaten for eternity.

Wang Evil really didn't have the ability to dodge, and let waves of spells pour out on his body.

One appeared in the middle of heaven and earth

A huge black whirlpool, in which there are flames blown by the wind like flags flying, there are thunderbolts and ice shocks, and there are countless magic weapons that have been shattered by the great force.

The whirlpool lasted for a moment, and then it was withdrawn by the Taoist on the top of the cloud with a wave of his sleeve.

Everyone raised their eyes and looked into the distance, and the center of heaven and earth was empty.

"Dead?" Someone wondered.

"With such a dense spell bombardment, there must be no bones left in the bombing."

"Be careful to sail the Ten Thousand Year Ship, but it's a pity that all the magic weapons I have have been destroyed in this battle."

Even though the Dao person was far away, he could still clearly hear the chatter around him, and said with a smile: "All those who contribute here today can get a gift in my Nine Demon Sect, you can rest assured, you are satisfied."

The voice of the Taoist resounded in everyone's ears, and it was like a reassuring pill, and the noisy discussion finally calmed down.

The Dharma Monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at the long-bearded Taoist with a somewhat complicated expression.

These people really believe that the Nine Demon Sect will give a reward? Previously, he vaguely listened to the words and hearts of some Taoists around him who were unintentionally revealed, and the people around him were afraid that after this battle, they would be thrown into the Ding Furnace by him, and sacrifice their lives and blood to refine a certain shocking treasure.

"That's it?" Unexpectedly, Wang Evil's voice sounded out inopportunely at this time.

"He's not dead yet?!"

"Impossible, under such a dense spell bombardment, even if it is a power of the Upper Five Realms, there is not even a scum left."

Genting monks, it's a mess.

The martial artist of the Ten Realms frowned slightly, and with a shock under his feet, he immediately flew towards the wind somewhere in heaven and earth.

With a bang, after the martial artist roared sharply, he smashed his fist in front of him with all his strength.

Everyone followed the prestige, and the martial artist punched out, and sure enough, a figure slowly appeared, with golden helmets and golden armor, a little scorched black.

The man who appeared was punched by Wufu in the cheek impartially, but with a smiling smile on his face, as if to say, this strength is not enough, it is really not enough.

Wu Fu's eyes were full of consternation, seeing that a punch had no effect, he shouted violently, and the sandbag-sized fist was wrapped around the Xuanxi fist, and a punch was handed out.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xie didn't seem to have any intention of dodging at all, so he let the punch fall heavily on the abdomen, and with a wow, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Is he crazy! The punch of the martial artist of the Ten Realms, not to mention the martial artist's physique, is the great desecration of Dayue, and it will be wiped out, and he actually uses his body to pick it up?" Someone exclaimed.

"Perhaps, he doesn't have the ability to fight back, but the beak of a cooked duck is still hard."

The Taoist looked a little weird, and quickly pinched his fingers.

The monk seemed to have a certain number in his heart, and began to prepare something silently.

The martial artist didn't dare to be careless, and he succeeded with one punch, and the points in his whole body quickly carried the true qi in the qi mansion, and in an instant, a hundred-foot-tall giant was generated, with a green face and fangs, and his whole body was covered with jagged and strange stone-like tendons and flesh, roaring and smashing his fist towards Wang Xi.

Every time the fist fell, the power was comparable to a meteorite falling to the ground, but Wang Evil never meant to dodge, but his body was slowly retreated by the heavy punch.

He slowly stretched out a large hand, and miraculously caught one of the giant's fists steadily.

A magical scene happened, and all the breath and movements of the originally menacing giant came to an abrupt end in an instant.

"Among the Ten Realms martial artists I've seen, you belong to the middle and lower reaches." Wang Wei put his hand against the giant's fist and smiled.

Wufu froze in place, motionless, because at the moment when Wang Wei made a move, his control over this body had disappeared.

"By the way, it's the middle and lower reaches of the middle and lower streams." Wang Evil exerted his strength slightly.

In the next moment, the huge giant body was shattered like porcelain, scattered in all directions.

Before Nawufu could react, he was punched in the face.

Above the sea of clouds, an unprecedented violent fist wind was set off, and a figure was beaten upside down by a punch and flew out, and its body was like a tumbling waterwheel, smashing heavily on the onlookers several times

In the crowd of Flix, many innocent warriors were smashed and their limbs were broken, and their lives fell on the spot.

Without waiting for the rest of the martial artists to make a move, Wang Evil stepped on it heavily, and his figure turned into a streamer, quickly rushing into the crowd, and handed out a punch.

Before dozens of martial artists could react, they were twisted into powder by the Thunder Fist.

The rest of the martial artists reacted extremely quickly, and when Wang Xie had not yet accepted the recruitment, he quickly drained the water around him, and all kinds of fist fights and fist moves were smashed out at the same time.

They were in high spirits, and it seemed that everything around them was not so important, so many of the martial artists died under the robe fist before they could even deliver a single punch.

If Xia Ze was here, he would be surprised to find that there were many strong martial artists among them, and the boxing fights he had mastered were somewhat similar to his hegemony boxing spectrum.

But without exception, almost no one can touch Wang Evil, and every time Wang Evil punches, he will harvest the lives of Wufu Lux in large areas.

Wang Xie slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and a body of scale armor ignited with flames, and after striking a blow that shocked the old Jiao of the ghosts and gods, he turned around suddenly, his hands like a roaring tiger.

With a bang, the martial artist of the Ten Realms, who had finally eased up, took advantage of Wang Wei's back to him, and sacrificed the biggest killing move in his life.

This move was once killed on the spot because the brain of a certain Twelve Realms Qi Refiner he punched burst and he died on the spot, hence the name, Zhuxian Fist.

But at this moment, the martial artist with half of his cheeks shattered was full of despair, his biggest reliance, the punch he threw all his might, was so weak in front of Wang Xie's eyes, and he took it without much effort.

Without hesitation, Wang Wei cut off the head of Nawufu with a sword, then gritted his teeth, reached out from the armor behind his back, and pulled out a bright red thorn chain.

Fang Cai's earth-shattering offensive was not useless, at least the monk's calligraphy magic really brought him some injuries.

The martial artists around him, after receiving the instructions of the long-bearded Taoist, seemed to have turned into emotionless puppets, and came towards the king to kill.

Wang Wei wrapped the skull of the martial artist with the chains to make a simple meteor hammer, laughing and rushing into the crowd.