"Bang!"

Lu Sanjiao was smashed to the ground again, like a broken puppet, covered in blood, unspeakably miserable.

But he was alive after all.

At the beginning, the four great half-saints who were waiting outside the Yellow Crane Tower, but now overnight, except for Zhou Ji of the Tianlan Empire, only Lu Sanjiao is still alive.

As for the self-blooming of the half-holy flower of Qingguo, as well as the half-holy Hu tablet of Jinguo, they are all dead.

The reason why Lu Sanjiao has been able to live until now is not because he is stronger than Hua Zikai and Hu Bei, nor because of the mercy of the enemy, but because of a very simple reason.

Because Lu Sanjiao's tea seat is an auxiliary way, he has been standing at the back of the team from the beginning of the battle to the present.

But now the three demi-saints who were originally standing in front of Lu Sanjiao have two dead and one seriously injured, and there are eggs under the nest?

Now it's finally his turn.

Perhaps no one had expected that this battle would be so fierce, and the two sides were both demi-saints, and the gap was so big.

From the outset, it wasn't a close fight, but a one-sided slaughter.

As the head of the twelve demon generals of the past, Hua Diao is so powerful that it is so powerful that it almost makes people lose the courage to fight it.

At this time, although the flower sculpture has been shot down from the sky by everyone, at least he has not fallen, he holds a broken flagpole in his hand, and the blood-red demon flag is spread in the wind, which seems to indicate the first victory of the demon race after more than a hundred years.

The carved robes are stained with blood, like snow plums in full bloom in the cold winter. But none of this blood came from Hua Diao, but from his enemies.

Hua Diao exhaled a white breath from his mouth, and there was no pride after victory in his eyes. There is no pride at all, but it is full of solemnity, and even has some faint emotion.

This victory came too late, a hundred years late.

Today's human race has grown to the point where he is extremely jealous, but it is only four little demi-saints, and he defeats them by himself. It took a whole night, so it seems that I am really old?

Hua Diao reached out and gently brushed the blood on his shoulder. It was injured by Hu Bei's pen before, although Hu Bei paid the price of his life, but it still made Huadiao feel humiliated.

Once upon a time, these humans. It's just an ant under his feet. In the battle of the Linxia Valley, he almost effortlessly killed thousands of human powerhouses by himself!

Even if the divine book had not yet been born at that time, but the flower carving at that time had also not been quenched by talent, in comparison, human Wendao inherited the civilization heritage of the original demon race, and experienced more than 100 years of vigorous development. The strength of today's literati in the literary war has long been different from what it used to be.

And carved. But he is already old.

The general is old, and although he can fight, he no longer has the power of the day.

Such a fact makes it difficult for Huadiao to accept, but no matter what, in today's battle, he still won, and the two people who are still alive at this time should also die.

With this in mind, the half-section of the flagpole in the carved hand suddenly bloomed with a strong killing intent, like a spear glowing with cold light, pointing directly at Lu Sanjiao.

Immediately afterwards, the carved hand held the flagpole and took a step forward.

In one step, the sky suddenly changed, and the morning sun, which had already protruded from the clouds, disappeared again, and the starlight that should have been hidden for a long time passed through the blockade of the nebula corridor and sprinkled it again, plating a soft blue light on the long flag, sending a death invitation to the two demi-saints in the field.

Lu Sanjiao was lying on the ground, the golden light on his body was already very dim, the most powerful cup changer in his hand had been broken, and the three semi-holy war texts he treasured had also been exhausted, the tea ceremony was only an auxiliary way after all, what else could he do at this time?

Is it just to die?

Lu Sanjiao didn't want to die, but she was unwilling, but unwilling. Because he still has one more important thing to do.

He wanted to return to Shenmu Mountain to warn his best friend, he wanted to tell the world that terrible secret, otherwise, it would be meaningless for him to die here, and he would not be able to die.

The cold starlight sprinkled on Lu San's delicate side face, looking a little desolate, maybe in the next moment, it would be the end.

Since birth, although Lu Sanjiao has been a tea saint, he has been ridiculed and ridiculed because of his feminine personality and woman-like name, so Lu Sanjiao can only make himself stronger and stronger, and let those who laughed at him pay enough price.

But it was only at this time that Lu Sanjiao realized that she was not strong enough, and she was not even as good as an old man who had half of his body in the ground and was nearly two hundred years old.

Such a fact made it difficult for Lu Sanjiao to accept, so in the next moment, he slowly supported his crumbling body to stand up again, and the gloom in his eyes became a little thicker.

At this point in the battle, Lu Sanjiao's cultural warfare methods have all been used, and all the hole cards that should be used have been used, and the only thing left is only one life.

So Lu Sanjiao is ready to work hard.

If he can get close to the body of the flower carving, shatter the sea of Wen, and cause the half-saint Wenxin to explode, he may not be able to fight with the other party to lose both!

It's a pity that Lu Sanjiao's plan has not been implemented, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

That person was also the same as Lu Sanjiao, covered in scars, and even looked a hundred and ten times more miserable than Lu Sanjiao, but he was also not dead, and at this moment, he absolutely protected Lu Sanjiao behind him.

Tianlan Empire Half-Saint, Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji was the strongest of the four demi-saints, so in the head-on confrontation with Hua Diao, he was also the most seriously injured, but even now that Hua Zikai and Hu Bei were both dead, he still survived, which from another point of view, also proved his strength.

Among the ten kingdoms of the Terran Race, the relationship between the Tianlan Empire and the Guardian is not very good, and it is even ready to set off civil strife among the Terrans from time to time and annex the Guardian Nation.

Before Su Wen ascended the stairs, Zhou Ji also laughed at Lu Sanjiao, and that self-righteous face made Lu Sanjiao disgusted and annoyed.

But it happened that it appeared in front of Lu Sanjiao at this time. But it was him.

The High Priest of the Demon Race thought that he had seen through the sinister hearts of people and the cruelty of human beings to his own kind, but he had never known it. In the face of foreign invasions, humans can also unite to defend against powerful enemies!

Zhou Ji's body was a little swinging, and the light on his body flickered, as if it was already the end of the crossbow, but he looked at the eyes of the flower carving, but he was not afraid at all.

"If you can go back alive. Help me bring a message to my wife and children, and say that I did not disappoint them and fought to the last moment. ”

Zhou Ji didn't look back. After saying this, he let out a sharp roar in his mouth, and then stepped on the surface of his feet and rushed towards the flower carving.

At this moment. Zhou Ji's face was full of madness. Perhaps, there are still some inexplicable nostalgia?

In this regard, Hua Diao didn't even blink his eyelids, he just took a second step forward again, and stabbed the flagpole in his hand out.

"Poof. ”

The flagpole easily passed through Zhou Ji's chest, leaving a bloody hole in his body that would never heal, but who would have thought that Zhou Ji's footsteps. But it didn't stop!

Zhou Ji's hands gripped the blood-colored long flag in front of him, and then slammed it in his direction. Letting the flagpole more than a foot long pass through his chest, the madness on his face was even stronger, and even a smile was lifted at the corner of his mouth.

The flower carving seemed to realize something, and for the first time, his wrist glowed with golden brilliance, and he clenched the flagpole and shook violently.

The surging shock was transmitted to Zhou Ji's body along the flagpole, as if to shatter all his internal organs, but instead of dying, Zhou Ji relied on superhuman willpower and vitality to get closer to Huadiao's body again!

His eyes were fixed on the flower carving, and he endured the pain in his body, and forced himself not to die.

It's closer, it's closer, and in an instant, there is only a three-foot distance left between Zhou Ji and Huadiao!

The blade of the famous sword is mostly three feet, so this is the best attack distance that the martial artist thinks, and in the next moment, the golden talent on Zhou Ji's body suddenly disappeared.

This is not the end of death, but the prelude to death.

For Huadiao, for the first time, he finally smelled a hint of danger.

Huadiao's pupils shrank, and his long-tested instinctive reaction made him make the most correct choice, his right hand left the flagpole, and at the same time, his left hand slapped the tail of the flagpole pole, and his body retreated.

At the same time, Zhou Ji in front of him blew himself up.

"Boom!"

How powerful can a half-saint self-shatter Wenhai and self-destruct Wenxin?

The answer was revealed.

Zhou Ji's blood and bones were wiped out in an instant, the entire small world space shook sharply, the entrance of the ten nebula corridors that had been closed was on the verge of shattering, Lu Sanjiao was once again lifted into the air by the powerful qi wave, and then smashed on the space barrier, this time the damage he suffered was even more terrifying than the previous blow of the flower carving!

The aftermath of the explosion spread to the Yellow Crane Tower, which immediately led to the second collapse of the Yellow Crane Tower, if it weren't for the fact that Zhou Ji's vitality had been exhausted to the limit, I am afraid that the entire Yellow Crane Tower would be destroyed because of this!

Dozens of spatial cracks appeared from the sky, and the starlight from the nebula corridor and the morning sun from the outside world sprinkled on the ground at the same time, but with an apocalyptic aura, as if this small world would collapse at any time.

So, what about the flower carving closest to him when Zhou Ji blew himself up?

The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, and Lu Sanjiao couldn't stand up anymore, he could only barely open his eyes, wanting to witness the victory that Zhou Ji had won by self-detonation.

It's a pity that he didn't see it.

Because the flower carving stood in front of his eyes again.

Even if Zhou Ji blew himself up at the cost of his own destruction, he still couldn't hit Huadiao hard!

It is true that the flower carving at this time looks much better than the wolf bèi before, his robe has been torn inch by inch, his long beard is scorched, and even a gap in his chest and abdomen has appeared that hurts the white bones, but he is still alive, and he has not even shown the slightest weakness in his breath!

The next moment, Huadiao suddenly smiled: "In this way, it is a little interesting, but it seems to be a pity......"

His pity, of course, was said for Lu Sanjiao, and at this time, Lu Sanjiao couldn't even move a finger, he could only watch Huadiao walk towards him step by step with the steps of a winner.

But who would have thought that this time, Huadiao still failed to walk in front of Lu Sanjiao, and changed and reborn!

Before, it was Zhou Ji who stopped in front of Huadiao.

And now, in front of him, it was a sword.

It was an ordinary-looking iron sword, not even as sharp as Leng Yue in Su Wen's hand.

But that was Yanbei's sword. (To be continued......)