High in the air, the giant law body that was more than ten feet tall exploded, and a figure rushed towards it like thunder, ignoring the scattered thunder, rushing into the inner circle, and hammering Zhuo Yuming behind with a fist.

A white dress was hammered thirty zhang away, the silver light flashed, the ancient bronze mirror was horizontal in front of him, and the silver light curtain blocked several spells that were in pursuit.

The eight-rank martial artist shook his somewhat blackened fist, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

But before he could speak, he saw that the man in white stabilized his body and spit out a mouthful of blood, and then smiled at him. The corners of the strong man's grinning mouth froze instantly, what kind of physique is this kid, even if when the fist was on the body just now, the other party instantly condensed a layer of thunder light armor behind him, but why could a qi practitioner stand up casually after being punched with all his strength.

Zhuo Yuming coughed lightly a few times, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

After wiping the corners of his mouth, a pill that Qin Su had given him earlier slipped out of his fingers and put it into his mouth.

Just after resisting the repeated bombardment of the five people, Lei Guang's body was shattered, but in fact, his internal organs were also subjected to a lot of oscillations. Coupled with the martial artist's punch hammer in the vest, even if there is a thunder light barrier, coupled with the physical strength of his own six-rank martial artist, he is still not lightly injured.

Looking at the expressions of the few people on the other side looking at the monster, I couldn't help but smile.

Although he suffered a lot of internal injuries, he did fight heartily just now. If he were to fight against any of the five people, with his previous full efforts, the other party would have been defeated long ago.

Not to mention the crowd watching the battle from a distance in the Sanxingdong Cave, the faces of the five people in it were also gloomy.

What kind of monster is this kid, he has such exaggerated combat power in the early days of his return, and he is still undefeated with one enemy and five. But ordinary qi practitioners have been hit so frequently, and their physique should have been exhausted for a long time, how can they still look like nothing happened.

Mo is not a monster who has not been cultivated for thousands of years.

After a fierce battle, everyone was wearing a lot of loss, although no one was injured, but the magic weapon envoy and spell were cast, and the consumption of spiritual power in the body could not be ignored.

Looking at Zhuo Yuming, who seemed to be in no worse condition than himself and others, he was a little helpless for a while. If it weren't for the fact that the other party had made a move and was undoubtedly a pure qi practitioner, they would have suspected that they were fighting a sturdy nine-rank martial artist for a long time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be stingy with the ability to press the bottom of the box, this person is too weird, don't deal with it with all your might, be careful of the gutter overturning. ”

Zhuge Tai, who was full of solemnity, opened his mouth and said, and the smile on Zhuo Yuming's face that never faded made him feel a little inexplicably terrified. The combat power shown by this young-looking monk of the Tibetan Realm is really exaggerated, facing each other in the same realm, with one enemy and five, his side is a lineup of two late Tibetan periods, one middle Tibetan stage, one early Tibetan stage plus an eight-rank martial artist. Except for the peerless Tianjiao who was rare in the entire Ethereal Spirit Realm, he had never heard of it. But the other party's physiognomy and exercises are completely incompatible with the few world-renowned top geniuses.

Zhuge Tai couldn't help but complain a little in his heart, his own teacher and nephew.

Although Su Yong's talent is excellent, he set foot in the Returning Tibet Realm at the age of more than three hundred, and he is still a sword cultivator with great killing power. But what kind of demon and monster is this enemy he provoked this time?

also blamed himself for being impulsive before, so he directly besieged it, maybe after the other party defeated Su Yong, he would leave after a few words. At this time, the wood has already been completed, and it is obviously impossible to stop making peace, and what makes him fear the most is whether there is a peerless power or a top sect behind such a genius.

If it is really as he fears, Sanxingdong may face a catastrophe in the future.

The matter has come to this point, there is no way back, at least today to keep the reputation of Sanxingdong first.

After making a decision in his heart, Zhuge Tai took the lead, and a picture scroll surrounded by treasure light appeared out of thin air and slowly unfolded. With the opening of the painting scroll, a landscape picture on the paper jumped into view, and the picture painted in the picture was the Star Mountain.

As the pattern in the painting appeared, the entire Star Picking Mountain suddenly shook slightly, which seemed to echo the magic weapon.

On the other side, the ghost monk took out a rusty bronze short blade from his bosom, and a look of pain crossed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind and stabbed himself in the chest.

As the bronze short knife pierced, blood gushed out, and the incantation in the ghost cultivator's mouth moved, and the ghost qi around him suddenly soared. The swirling black mist became thicker and thicker, and a breathtaking evil aura rose up, and it was faintly visible that there seemed to be some evil spirit in the black fog, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The white-haired veteran who was the first to intervene in the battle was sitting cross-legged in the void, his hands stamped and pinched. The essence of the forehead and eyebrows condensed, slowly cracking, as if there was a heavenly eye about to open.

In order to buy time for the three fellow disciples to cast spells, Su Yong and the martial artist both went to kill Zhuo Yuming to ensure that Zhuo Yuming could not interfere with them.

Zhuo Yuming, who knew that the other party was planning to sacrifice the divine power at the bottom of the box to kill him, smiled coldly, and finally planned to kill him.

That picture scroll is obviously made by the Sanxing Cave invited everyone to refine the weapon, and echoes the power of the magic weapon with the geographical advantage of Xingshan Mountain, once it is displayed, the power must not be underestimated. As for that ghost cultivator, it was obvious that he was using some kind of blood sacrifice secret method, summoning a certain evil thing. Since it is the killer weapon of the other party, I think that the ghost thing that is not allowed to peep at it for the time being must have good combat power. As for that Dao Sect monk, the Dharma eyes that slowly opened at the center of his eyebrows contained a trace of Dao aura, and he thought that it was also an extremely powerful secret magic power.

The corners of Zhuo Yuming's mouth raised a slight arc, which finally made me feel a sense of mortal threat.

If such a powerful attack is launched at the same time, I am afraid that I will not be able to take it.

I thought about it slightly, and I made up my mind in an instant.

With a wave of both hands, two dark blue sword lights shot up into the sky, stopping Su Yong's flying sword and the martial artist. Zhuo Yuming's figure flew out upside down, the blue light in his hand flashed, and a dragon-shaped jade pei flashed out.

With the knife qi wiped between his fingers, a shallow knife cut open, and blood flowed out. It seemed to be under some kind of inexplicable traction, and the blood between his fingers quickly flowed towards the Fang Yupei. After Yu Pei saw the blood, she instantly dyed red, and the pair of pupils on the dragon's head suddenly lit up with two red lights.

A thick dragon aura suddenly rose up, and with a low dragon groan, it seemed that a desolate ancient true dragon had woken up from its slumber.

The spiritual power in Zhuo Yuming's body was running at full speed, like a big wave going eastward, rushing towards the green dragon jade pei in his hand.

On the other side, Su Yong and the martial artist dodged to both sides, and the three people behind them each used their own means.

A huge mountain shadow descended from the sky, and Mount Tai pressed against the top.

A divine light shining heavenly eye at the center of the white-haired old Dao's eyebrows opened, and a gray beam of light suddenly shot out, which was mixed with Dao rhyme.

In the surging black mist, accompanied by a breathtaking hissing, a hideous ghost creature ten feet tall quickly slaughtered out, and the ghost was full of spirit.