"Hmph, fool, you want to die, don't pull me!" Zhu Jun snorted coldly, shook his hand and left.

Although he said that Yang Hong was an evil cultivator before, he only said it casually, and there was no evidence at all.

Now that I really encounter evil cultivators, I am afraid.

"Want to leave?" Yang Hong's body was covered by many mouths, sneering at Zhu Jun.

Then, he disappeared directly in place and appeared in front of Zhu Jun, who wanted to leave.

"How could I possibly let you go without leaving something behind?"

Looking at Yang Hong, who was close at hand, Zhu Jun frowned and took a step back.

The other party looks like this, full of evil spirit, and no one wants to get too close to him.

"Things, he will naturally leave to you. Zhu Jun didn't want to entangle with him too much, and pointed to Wang Chuandao.

After all, Yang Hong's human face and clothes are only one person away, and Wang Chuan is enough.

"He's just an add-on, you're the most suitable person!" Yang Hong licked his lips, and the other faces on his body also stretched out their tongues made of blood and licked them.

"The disciples of the sect are delicious, and what I like the most is the scene of you high-ranking sect disciples being trampled under my feet and shouting. ”

Yang Hong grinned wildly, then stretched out his palm stained with a little blood and grabbed Zhu Jun.

"Bold, dare to insult the disciples of the sect like this, and suffer death!" Zhu Jun picked up the wooden stick and swept towards the other party.

didn't take offense as defense as before, Yang Hong even stood in place, without any intention of escaping.

The hand was directly connected to the place where the wooden stick passed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Look for death!" Zhu Jun sneered disdainfully, rejoicing in his heart for the other party's arrogance.

If the other party still uses the same methods as before, he really can't do anything about the other party.

Now that he is holding it up, he wants to take his stick hard, and he is confident that this stick will directly hit the other party!

Unfazed by Zhu Jun's sneer, Yang Hong smiled at the corner of his mouth, not caring at all about the huge power on the wooden stick.

In the sight of the two, the wooden stick swept directly into the palm of the other's hand, making a huge roar.

More energy came out than before, and the sound of leaves continued.

Zhu Jun expected that the scene of the other party's arm being broken did not appear.

On the contrary, Yang Hong actually caught Zhu Jun's stick stubbornly, and he didn't even shake his body in the slightest.

"Too weak, too weak, this is the strength of the sect's disciples?" Yang Hong looked at Zhu Jun playfully, not taking the attack just now into his eyes.

"Stick sweep everywhere!

Zhu Jun was angry and swung his stick again to attack the other party.

However, no matter how he used his advanced stick technique, he still couldn't shake the other party in the slightest.

Even Yang Hong stood directly in place and let him fight, but he couldn't leave any traces on his body.

After a few times, Zhu Jun's breathing became much shorter.

"Fists are like iron!" Wang Chuan jumped up from behind Yang Hong, his fist like a meteor, and fell straight towards the other party.

Without looking back, Yang Hong directly reflexed and punched Wang Chuan.

The fists of the two retreated as soon as they struck, Yang Hong's body still did not move half a step, and Wang Chuan dragged more than ten steps on the ground before he unloaded all the power on his fists.

"The strength is up to the physical realm of a hundred cows. Wang Chuan felt a slight tingling pain in his arm, and his brows furrowed.

He didn't expect that the other party was only half a step away from reaching a hundred cows, relying on that human face and clothes, he did not break through the realm of holding yuan, but broke through the realm of strength to reach a hundred cows.

The strength is equal to the flesh of a hundred cows, and the strength is equivalent to the Baoyuan realm.

Within ten steps, the body refiner is strong, and ten steps away, the Qi refiner holding the Yuan Realm is stronger.

The strength of the body is as strong as a hundred cows, and the strength of the body can directly tear the little demon to pieces, and it is not a problem to shake the big demon head-on.

And at this point, Wang Chuan finally understood that Yang Hong's cultivation of evil skills was the evil skills of relying on living beings to grow his physical body, so he was able to cultivate his physical body to such a state in just a few hundred days.

Otherwise, even if an ordinary person cultivates for ten years, he will not be able to reach the realm of copper skin and iron bones, let alone the realm of strength worthy of a hundred bulls.

"See, my current realm, you can't catch up!"

Yang Hong looked up to the sky and smiled, his expression rampant.

"Shoot your mother!" Zhu Jun yelled and hit the other party again.

Picking up the wooden stick again, Yang Hong grabbed the tail of the stick, and his palm rotated suddenly.

The wooden stick in Zhu Jun's hand shattered directly from the center, divided into several pieces of wood, and scattered on the ground.

"You actually twisted the wooden stick made of hundred-year-old white crystal wood directly!" Zhu Jun grabbed the half of the wooden stick in his hand, his face full of shock.

The so-called white crystal wood is also a kind of elixir, but it is just a tree, and this tree is also called the white crystal tree.

The white crystal wood taken from the white crystal tree is tough and tough, and it is the most suitable for making some pole-shaped weapons.

And the weapons made of hundred-year-old white crystal wood, even if they are the worst refiners, can be polished into high-level spirit soldiers.

The stick in his hand was a high-level spirit soldier stick, and it was directly destroyed by the other party.

You know, even in his heyday, he didn't dare to say that he could leave traces on this white crystal stick.

Today's Yang Hong is definitely not just entering the power of the White Bull, but more like the power after being immersed in this realm for several years.

This discovery deepened his determination to escape.

He even had his weapons destroyed, and if he didn't escape, he really couldn't leave.

The retreat in Zhu Jun's eyes was perceived by Yang Hong.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Yang Hong's figure disappeared again, and when he reappeared, it was in front of him.

Between Zhu Jun and Yang Hong, the distance is only five steps, and with the strength of the other party, the flesh of a hundred cows can be deceived in an instant.

Coming to him, Yang Hong's hands were like iron tongs, and he grabbed Zhu Jun's arms and didn't let go.

Immediately after, he opened his bloody mouth and bit Zhu Jun's neck directly.

Grab the hands of both arms and pull them directly into your arms, holding your body tightly together.

"Ahh

Zhu Jun let out a miserable scream, his voice was terrible and sharp, as if he had encountered some great horror.

"Damn!" Wang Chuan scolded secretly, and swung his fist again to stop the other party.

It's not that he wants to save Zhu Jun, but he has to save it.

The other party only needs a human face to finish the clothes, and what happens at that time is not what Wang Chuan wants to see.

The fist fell, making a thud but causing no damage to it.

Even the other party's head was still buried in Zhu Jun's neck, without the slightest intention of letting go.

The physical realm of a hundred cows is still not something he can easily shake.

The fist technique had no effect, Wang Chuan gritted his teeth, patted the Qiankun bag on his waist, and an iron weapon instantly appeared in his hand.

The moment the iron weapon appeared, it was thrown towards Yang Hong's feet.

The sudden appearance of golden and iron qi instantly attracted the attention of the roots of the tall tree.

Feeling the slight vibration under his feet, Wang Chuan didn't dare to delay, and threw the things in his hand and ran.

As soon as they left their original positions, the roots of the tree burst out of the ground.

Wang Chuan didn't have any weapons in his hands anymore, and they were all thrown at Yang Hong's feet.

The roots of the tree shook and rolled towards the pile of iron.

What's more, it goes straight from the feet of the two people who are hugging each other.

The roots of the tree pierced through Zhu Jun's body and broke free from Yang Hong's mouth.

Wang Chuan looked at it, only to see that his face was already sluggish, and his anger slowly dissipated from his eyes.

The upper half of its body was torn to tatters, revealing its fleshy, gnawed flesh and blood.

He could even see through the flesh and blood to see the wriggling clothes inside.

Zhu Jun broke free of Yang Hong's mouth and was taken into the ground by the tree roots.

He did not die in Yang Hong's mouth, but died under the attack of the tree roots.

The stick is sharp and can penetrate the body of ordinary people, but it cannot penetrate Yang Hong's.

"Boy, you dare to spoil my good deeds!" Yang Hong's chest was pierced by the roots of a tree with an egg-sized wound, and he could vaguely see the other side through the wound.

Even the clothes with human faces were destroyed.

Looking at Yang Hong's body, there were blood stains on the corners of every human face's mouth, Wang Chuan could already guess what Zhu Jun had experienced just now.

With such a demonic act, it is no wonder that if it appears, it will be hunted down and killed by all the righteous monks.

The clothes on the human face were damaged, and the breath on Yang Hong's body began to fall slowly.

Wang Chuan could feel that the qi and blood on the other party's body had dropped a lot in an instant, and he was crumbling in the realm of strength against a hundred bulls.

It's a pity that it didn't fall down in the end, but was stuck in the power that had just entered the force of 100 bulls.

Such a result surprised Wang Chuan.

He already knew that as long as he damaged the other party's human face and clothes, he would be self-defeating.

And these tree roots can't kill Yang Hong directly, but they can make him injured.

Yang Hong still has several weapons thrown by Wang Chuan.

The golden and iron qi on his body constantly attracted the roots of the tree, constantly attacking Yang Hong from the ground.

His hands were constantly intertwined, resisting the attack of the tree roots, and Yang Hong stared at Wang Chuan with almost blood-red eyes, and walked with unwavering steps.

"If you kill him, then don't blame me, I was cruel to you!" Yang Hong had already walked fifteen steps away from Wang Chuan, "It's a pity that the lord made a decree to make you a member of us, and now he can't do it!"

As he spoke, Yang Hong's figure disappeared.

At the moment when the other party disappeared, Wang Chuan had several more lower-level spirit soldier swords in his hand.

Feeling the vibration under his feet, he didn't dare to delay, and threw it out directly.

Four long swords, each in place, just in front of him.

As soon as the long sword was inserted into the ground, Yang Hong's figure was revealed.

"Suppress the ban, enlighten!" Wang Chuan slapped the ground at the moment when it was revealed.

The suppression ban was opened instantly, and Yang Hong intended to grab Wang Chuan's hands for a moment.

But then, the suppression ban was broken by Yang Hong by brute force.

The four swords were also swept away by the roots.

"Carving insect skills, still want to stop me?" Yang Hong waved his hands, and was about to grab Wang Chuan again.

His understanding of the suppression ban is still too superficial, and he can only stop it for a moment.

However, this is the moment he wants.

When he just threw out the four long swords, there was only one intermediate spirit soldier left in his hand, the Xuantie heavy sword.

Without the slightest hesitation, he urged all the spiritual energy in the meridians to converge on the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand.

In the meridians, the pulse light was also constantly flickering, helping Wang Chuan gather his aura faster.

Success or failure, in one fell swoop.