"Ahh With a flash of light, the giant tree turned into a dead wood quasi-saint. At such a time, of course, it is the human body that runs fast with the escape technique!

But the pitch-black stick appeared directly beside him like a phantom. Another cruel smile, Wu Zhiqi smashed it with a stick.

Rumble!

The body of the Deadwood Quasi-Saint shattered abruptly, like a real piece of deadwood being crushed by a huge force.

Underground, the night rushed out, holding golden shields in both hands, and the broken blades shot out like arrows from the string.

Wu Zhiqi glanced at him, his eyes were deep and full of jealousy. The pitch-black long stick in his hand flicked and flew away with the broken blade.

He shouted, and the Wave Legion immediately withdrew. Although he was almost wiped out by the Deadwood Quasi-Saint, the Deadwood Quasi-Saint fell, and the legion entangled by him was naturally liberated.

The army withdrew one after another, and Wu Zhiqi turned around and left together.

Dark Night held a golden shield, with a calm face, and did not hinder.

The Waves retreated, and the Red Flame Legion fell silent. Although they won this battle, the tragic battlefield and huge losses really made people unhappy.

Even the Deadwood Quasi-Saint is gone, let alone the others.

The night was silent for a moment, and although he had finally succeeded in finishing those two nasty quasi-saints, his face was still a little ugly.

This war seems to have been earned, but in fact it is still a bit of a loss.

In the end, Wu Zhiqi's unimaginable stick, if it weren't for the Chong Mountain Armor, maybe he would have been beaten to death by this stick if he was only a quasi-saint!

An order was given to return the army to the camp, and his figure flashed, and he returned to the palace first.

Leaning on a chair, he couldn't help but spat out blood. Without the blessing of the Extreme Dao, he can only be regarded as an old quasi-saint, and it is still a bit empty to the words of Shangwu Zhiqi.

Fucked by that bastard, he hurts!

"After all, how did that guy come back to life?" Dark Night wiped his mouth and swallowed an elixir to heal his nearly broken spine.

He couldn't understand how that monkey came back to life, he was obviously overturned, and his body should have collapsed! Even if he hadn't collapsed, he should have been hit hard and unable to act! How could he have run back and carry out a sneak attack?!

......

When the night was healing, Wu Zhiqi in the Langtao Legion also had a calm face.

The only remaining Quasi-Saint of the Langtao Legion, Yun Quasi-Saint, looked at Wuzhiqi very respectfully, although he ran away, he also saw the scene where Wuzhiqi finally flew into the dark night and killed the dead wood.

Wu Zhiqi glanced at him, and a flash of pleasure flashed in his eyes: how many years, since the battle of the water gods ended, he had never enjoyed this kind of gaze.

"You seem to be terrified?" This condescending feeling made Wu Zhiqi very comfortable, and he simply crossed his legs, sat on the chair and wagged his tail.

The corners of Sleeve Cloud Quasi-Sheng's mouth twitched, and he nodded with a wry smile. This battle can be said to be a fiasco! No matter how many reasons are found, it will not be possible to appease the anger of the water god.

In fact, the Sleeve Cloud Quasi-Saint was already thinking about whether to take advantage of the chaos to escape. Take advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, run directly to a small secret realm, and wait until the end of the fire and water battle to come back.

Wu Zhiqi's eyes flashed, and then he threw out the corpse of the dead wood quasi-saint.

"If you have this kind of crossover, it's okay, right?"

Sleeve Cloud Quasi-Sage's eyes lit up, although the gap was a bit big, but this was also a gain. If you can take it out, it will make the water god happy.

However, a quasi-saint corpse is naturally not so simple to get your hands on.

"If Brother Dao doesn't mind, then explain it to His Majesty the Water God!" The grievances between Wuzhiqi and the water god are well known, and it is already a rare courage for him to be willing to mention Wuzhiqi in front of the water god.

Although Wu Zhiqi doesn't care, it's not bad to let the water god know his merits. Although he has a bad relationship with the god of water, he still has to ask the emperor of the earth to publicize his merits.

After receiving Wu Zhiqi's nod of approval, Sleeve Cloud Zhun Sheng immediately reported the battle situation to the water god.

The light curtain appeared, and although the water god had a calm face, he did not criticize too much.

He already knows the situation of this battle, and there is nothing to say about this result, it is indeed that the strength of the dark night is too strong.

His gaze fell on Wu Zhiqi, and Wu Zhiqi did not retreat during this call. Seeing the water god, Wuzhiqi bowed his head slightly. People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Although the water god looked indifferent, he also bowed slightly. In the contest between the two mobile legions, he can only rely on Wuzhiqi!

After the report of the Sleeve Cloud Quasi-Sage was completed, the water god's eyes were gloomy, but he still waved his hand and threw out an Arcana Battle Armor as a reward for Wuzhi Qi.

Wu Zhiqi bowed his head and thanked him. Although the water god is for the Wave Legion in the end, it is an innate treasure after all, and he still has to express his gratitude.

The water god nodded slightly, and the light curtain dissipated.

Sleeve Cloud Zhun Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, although the water god did not mention the matter of increasing the army, but he was already thankful that he could not be punished.

And the monkey without Zhiqi had a smile on his face, with this battle armor, plus the Innate Supreme Treasure Sword obtained from the Deadwood Quasi-Saint, he already had three Innate Supreme Treasures.

Although the sword and the club collided, he could trade it for something else.

With armor and sticks, both offense and defense are guaranteed.

Wuzhi Qi sneered and walked out, since he had a new treasure, he naturally had to try the actual effect.

There was no army to dispatch, but Wuzhi Qi rushed out, and he wanted to compete with the dark night.

But in the palace, the dark night gathered a large army and rearranged the large array, although the emergency arrangement was not as good as the original large array, but it could also resist the blow of the quasi-saint. Of course, it's just a blow.

When Wu Zhiqi arrived here, he shook his hand and smashed it on the big array.

With a roar, the formation shattered.

In the palace, the dark night is clear. This large array, although fragile, can help him spot the enemy.

With a flick of his fingers, the blade shot out, instantly slashing at Wuzhiqi's body.

Seeing the blade fall on Wu Zhiqi, Dark Night frowned: It's not good that it's going so smoothly!

Sonor!

With fluctuations and sparks, the blade bounced out.

The face of the dark night sank, and his expression peeled off little by little, full of indifference. It seems that the other party is prepared, so let's have a good fight!

Wu Zhiqi's face also sank, but he couldn't see it on his monkey face. Although he had the Innate Supreme Treasure Battle Armor, the shock from the blow just now still made his internal organs vibrate and his blood and qi surge.

"What a powerful force. ”

With a roar of rage, Wu Zhiqi rushed into the dark night, the pitch-black long stick in his hand swung violently, and countless phantoms behind him made the same action.

For a while, countless stick shadows pressed down like a mountain.

The black armor on his body covered his body like flowing water, and he held a golden shield in his hand and rose into the sky in the dark night.

The shadow of the stick kept falling, and the roar continued.

But the dark night carried the shield and blocked the shadows of the sticks.

Wu Zhiqi laughed, and the long stick in his hand danced like a violent wind. He may be afraid of anything else, but he is definitely not afraid of melee combat!

The dark night looked indifferent, just holding a shield to block the shadow of a stick like a storm.

A continuous roar rang out.

The eyes of the dark night and the Wuzhi Qi all lit up with a strange look.

Wuzhi Qi suddenly shouted angrily, and the heavy stick shadow dissipated in an instant, and only a giant stick of the sky was pressed down like a mountain peak.

The dark night urged the pitch-black armor on his body, and the whole person turned into a pitch-black armored giant, coupled with the golden shield, he stubbornly carried the mountain peak and fell.

But behind the dark night, a phantom quietly appeared, holding a long sword in his hand was a backstab.

Dark Night was carrying a shield to resist the fall of the mountain peak, and for a while he did not notice the phantom that appeared behind him. By the time his consciousness found out, it was too late!

"There is such a powerful concealment technique!" The indifferent dark night's heart moved slightly, because of the extreme suppression, he did not change color.

I didn't expect this stupid-looking stupid monkey to have such a deep mind.

Sonor!

The long sword pierced into the pitch-black armor, and with a sonorous sound, it was blocked...... At least it looks like it's blocked.

But where the tip of the sword was hit, a little bit of blood was already revealed.

Wu Zhiqi showed a triumphant smile, and then the long stick in his hand shook suddenly, and the great force fell down.

The dark night was pressed to take a step back, but there was a long sword on his back - he was in a dilemma!

Wu Zhiqi suddenly frowned: he knew very well that there was a sword blade equivalent to an innate treasure in the dark night, as long as he used it, he could quickly relieve the predicament, at least he could shatter the phantom holding the sword behind his back...... But he didn't.

"Not good. Wu Zhiqi frowned, feeling a little bad.

Swish!

The blade suddenly flashed from behind, piercing his skull.

"Hmph!" a flash of light flashed in the dark night's eyes: Succeeded!

Rumble!

An even heavier force smashed down and flew out in the night.

"How is that possible!" Even with the extreme suppression, his eyes still flashed with surprise.

"Tsk. The skull was pierced, but Wu Zhiqi still let out a creepy laugh, "I didn't expect it, right?

As soon as the voice fell, the long stick in his hand fell again, and he was going to fall into the well and send him a ride to the dark night.

Dark Night's heart sank, this is not right, shouldn't the villain explain the reason before doing it?

"I'm immortal!" roared, and Wu Zhiqi jumped up, and the long stick in his hand fell rapidly.