Forty-two Martial Emperors formed three such strangulation battle arrays, one of the largest was the battle array against Wan Fotong, while the other one was resisting Jiang Chunjun, and the last battle array was against Gu Jiuhe, Zhao Tianhe, these Xuanshen powerhouses.

Originally, these three battle formations only played an even role with each other on the battlefield, after all, there were two immortals suppressing them.

But after Qin Hong killed Qi Xian, he shifted the target to Jiang Chunjun.

Being able to kill Qi Xian so easily, it was obviously not difficult to kill this Jiang Chunjun, so in order to protect Jiang Chunjun, Wan Fotong had to withdraw.

And those three strangulation battle arrays, which suddenly rushed to the local army, were like three violent strangulation machines, and where they passed, a large number of enemy soldiers died tragically, which was simply harvesting their lives!

"Qin Hong, you're looking for death!" Wan Fotong roared angrily and flew over, standing not far from Jiang Chunjun's side, in this position, he could guarantee that as long as Qin Hong came over, he would be able to take action to replace Jiang Chunjun's crotch.

"You want to protect him and see if you have the ability!" Qin Hong sneered, and the broken empty gun in his hand was raised horizontally, pointing at Jiang Chunjun, and the white cold light emitted from it was like a poisonous snake's letter, making Jiang Chunjun's heart tremble constantly.

"Is this really the Qin Hong on the Ancient Battlefield?" Jiang Chunjun was extremely uneasy in his heart, being pointed at by Qin Hong's spear, he felt that everything about himself seemed to be under Qin Hong's control, and this feeling was even more uneasy and frightened than stripping his clothes and letting the other party look at him directly.

"More than twenty years, only more than twenty years, at that time my strength recovered less than one percent, but he had to do his best to defeat me, and now I have recovered most of my strength, but it is easy for him to kill me!"

His eyes flickered uneasily, Jiang Chunjun's heart was in turmoil, he knew that if he wanted to survive, he could only rely on the blessing of the two strong men, Wan Fotong and Wu Qishi.

"King Kong shot!"

Qin Hong's body suddenly swooped out, and the shattered empty spear turned into a streamer and shot out.

Like a Buddha lamp lit, the sound of Sanskrit chanting came out of the air.

"Humph!"

Wan Buddha Tong snorted coldly, waved his hands, and above his palms, he exuded a powerful Jin Yuan divine power, which was the purest Jin Yuan divine power.

Soon, Qin Hong's spear qi was wiped out by the golden yuan divine power wielded by Wan Buddha Tong, and disappeared without a trace in the air.

"Huh!" Qin Hong secretly wondered in his heart, the power of the other party was not immortal power, but a kind of divine power, this is a kind of power hidden in Xuanyuan, Qin Hong has been comprehending this power many times over the years, but he always feels that he can't touch it, as if it is separated by a thin veil.

"At the beginning, the image left by Qin Yu Tianshen once said that this kind of Xuanyuan essential power is called supernatural power. The power of the supernatural power is many times more powerful than the upper mystical technique, and it seems to be extremely ordinary and unpretentious, but it is even more terrifying than the powerful god-level mystical skill, precisely because that finger contains supernatural power!"

Qin Hong felt the existence of supernatural powers at this time between the waves of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, but it was obvious that the comprehension of the Ten Thousand Buddhas was too much different from that of the Heavenly God of Qin Yu.

"But Er'er!" Wan Fotong smiled disdainfully and stood with his hands in his hands.

"Really?" The corners of Qin Hong's mouth slightly hooked up a touch of arc, and he perched up again, this time, Qin Hong didn't have any tricks, the broken empty spear in his hand kept dancing, chopping, stabbing, and circling flowers, opening and closing, vertical and horizontal, and the broken empty spear was like a dragon, flying and dancing in the air.

Wan Fotong's hands kept waving, and above his arm, dozens of golden copper rings emitted a dazzling golden light, and as his arm danced, the golden copper rings continued to expand and contract like springs, resisting Qin Hong's gun qi.

The sound of ding-dong was endless, and clusters of sparks erupted in the air.

Qin Hong's strength is extremely great, every shot makes Wan Fotong feel like a mountain collapsing and falling, although every time he blocks it, it still makes him feel extremely difficult, and even has a feeling of soreness and pain on his two arms.

But Qin Hong's speed was getting faster and faster, and he even closed his eyes and felt the battle with only his heart.

His whole person seems to be fused with the broken empty gun, the gun is him, he is the gun, every inch of collision felt on the body of the gun seems to have happened to Qin Hong's body, and every attack is also like Qin Hong himself is assassinating and chopping.

This is the realm of the unity of man and gun, when attacking, he can capture the flaws of the other party to the greatest extent, as long as there is any flaw in Wan Fotong, Qin Hong will bite this point tightly and chase after it.

There is not much difference in the strength of the two, but the comprehension of the battle is completely different, Qin Hong's heart is the heart of a warrior, this is the heart of a strong man born for battle!

The shattered empty spear emitted a deep white light, and the speed of flashing in the air became faster and faster, and Qin Hong was completely intoxicated by this feeling, at this time, in his mind, there was nothing about the outside world, all the favors and humiliations were forgotten, fame and fortune were all thrown away, and there was only this battle in his mind.

Gradually, Wan Fotong began to be at a disadvantage, and he felt that he was becoming more and more passive and suppressed by Qin Hong.

"This madman is completely a madman!" Ten Thousand Buddhas synesthesia Qin Hong seemed to be desperate at this time, but Ten Thousand Buddhas couldn't catch any flaws in the other party, but Qin Hong's wave after wave of attacks like a tide made him extremely depressed, almost suffocating.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, the tip of Qin Hong's spear slashed through Wan Fotong's sleeve, leaving a hole on it.

This is the first time Qin Hong has touched Wan Fotong's clothes after the two have fought each other.

Wan Fotong was shocked in his heart, this is definitely an extremely dangerous signal.

Qin Hong's offensive is still unabated, but it is getting faster and faster, Wan Fotong has lost his momentum, and between the shots, he is becoming more and more scruples, the more so, the more timid he is, more and more flaws, bigger and bigger!

"Poof!"

Qin Hong stabbed a shot on Wan Fotong's thigh, and suddenly a hole appeared, and blood gushed out.

"Shhh

Wan Fotong gasped, didn't care about the pain, and hurriedly retreated.

Qin Hong urged Canghai Pengying and bullied himself.

"Woo Woo ......"

The spear was lit out, and instantly turned into thousands of gun shadows in the air, and there were a few more blood holes on Wan Buddhatong's body again, and the blood flowed like an infusion in an instant, and he was embarrassed.

Wu Qishi's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly flew over, and the blue-green long sword in his hand slashed down in the air, turning into a deep sword qi and stabbing at Qin Hong......

Qin Hong hurriedly stopped his figure and turned around and took a shot.

"Ding......

The long sword and the tip of the spear collided together, Qin Hong withdrew from the three zhangs, and Wu Qishi was also forced to retreat a few zhang, and the long sword kept trembling......