Martial artists are hand-to-hand combat, and most Taoist cultivators can't intervene.

One is that the Dao technique attacks have a wide range, and I am afraid that it will hurt my allies, and the other is that the martial artist fights too bloody, and I am afraid that it will affect the Dao heart and fall into the Demon Dao and ruin the realm.

Bu Yinyang and the others were dumbfounded, it was not that they had never seen martial artists fighting, but they all stopped at the point, and it was the first time they had seen such a bloody scene.

Wang Zimo was beaten out of anger, like a bloody wolf, his eyes were round with anger, and he bit his lower lip and teeth trembled.

The hook-nosed man was dying, and his two hands clamped Wang Zimo tightly, trembling all over, and pulling hard.

The two of them didn't give in to each other, and both let out a beastly hoarse roar in their throats.

"Whew!"

"Ang!

Wang Zimo felt that his right arm was about to break, twisted into a broken twist, the bones poked the bones, and some broken ballast even grinded into the flesh, mourning, unspeakably uncomfortable!

The left leg hurts even more!

The hook-nosed man's five fingers were sharp and inserted into the muscles, and he was still clutching desperately, picking at the tendons, and the numbness hurt.

His eyes became heavier and heavier, and Wang Zimo kept clenching his teeth, so painful that he was about to become numb and unconscious.

He turned his heart sideways, stuck out his tongue, "rattle", his spirit instantly jumped, and he shook his head and continued to hold on.

The double pain tormented Wang Zimo, he was like a lion, he couldn't help but raise his head and roar, the anger in his chest burned, and he lost all thoughts in his head for a moment, just thinking about breaking the hook-nosed man's body into ten thousand pieces to relieve the anger in his heart!

A green tendon the thickness of a little finger tightened from the neck, split into three forks along the chin, and lifted the skin of the face to snaked like an earthworm.

The prince silently endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth, and rushed out of the encirclement with the dog's head between them. The toes thumped to the ground, and with all his strength, he slammed into a pond cedar tree surrounded by three people.

One, two, three.

"Bang bang bang bang bang ......"

"Bang la la la ......"

The withered leaves that had not yet fallen hung on the tree and kept shaking, and under the crazy impact of Wang Zimo, they finally couldn't hold on, and shook off the tip of the tree, rustling, rustling, sticking to the top of Wang Zimo's blood-stained head, red, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was blood or leaves.

"Ahh

Wang Zimo's eyes were red and swollen, and his behavior became more and more crazy.

Every blow knocked out the violence in his chest, vented the pain of his body, and hit the hook-nosed man's eyes with gold stars, eager to break the prince's body into pieces!

Gradually, the hook-nosed man lost his temper, and changed from an angry roar to a humble moan, and his heart was full of longing, hoping that the prince would be merciful and let go.

In the end, he despaired, and the pupils of his eyes dilated, revealing a relieved smile.

Even if he died, the hook-nosed man's hands were still clamping hard.

Although the ice silkworm gloves were strong, they were not strong, Wang Zimo's right hand was not scratched, but it was deformed, and the muscles and bones on the back of the hand were misaligned, and they were actually scratched out of four deep pits.

"Whew, whew!"

Wang Zimo gasped for breath and continued to bang like crazy. I didn't stop until the anger in my chest burned out and my mind was hearty.

The head in his arms had already turned purple, his eyes were red and cloudy, and his mouth was open and he was spitting out black and sticky, with blood foam of minced flesh.

The rest of the people were dumbfounded, they had never seen such a crazy way of playing.

Although they were born in the academy, the spell attack and the formation are very tacitly coordinated, but in terms of life and death, they are the same as the five members of the Han family, and some have never even shed blood or been injured.

"The Lu family is a demon! The Lu family is really a demon!"

In the eyes of everyone, Wang Zimo is like a bloody demon god.

Under the accusation of the self-proclaimed righteous scholars, Wang Zimo pressed his crotch against the head of the hook-nosed man, freed his left hand and slowly pulled out Pingyou behind him, cut off the head in his arms one by one, and then cut off the palm inserted into his left leg, inserted Pingyou into the ground with a "clang", turned around, raised the bloody head high, and threw it at the sharp stone next to him.

"Ahh

"Ah——!h

The bloody head slammed into the rock corner, splashing blood and smelling fishy.

For a moment, everyone gasped.

This kind of corpse abuse is extremely cruel, almost demonic!

Wang Zimo has never been so crazy!

Even in the face of the five members of the Han family, they were beaten to death and passed out, but they were not as stupid as this.

The prince was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the hook-nosed man's.

He held the hilt of Pingyou's knife with his left hand, and with a "buzz" sound, he pulled it out of the rock crevice, raised Pingyou and pointed obliquely to the sky, staring at the nine people who were cowering and smiling.

"Hahaha! hahahaha......"

"A bunch of waste! Aren't you going to kill me? Aren't you going to kill the remnants of the Lu clan? I'm the remnants of the Lu clan! Come and kill me!

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, the prince silently raised his right hand, which was almost crippled, and felt that he could still move, gritted his teeth, and put his fingers between the severed palms of the hook-nosed man.

"Ah——!h

Wang Zimo flew wildly, and suddenly pulled out the severed palm inserted in his left leg, and the five blood holes suddenly splattered with blood, with minced flesh, and spurted out "poof!"

"Come on, kill me!"

Letting the blood continue to flow out, the prince silently raised his bloody palm and dragged his left leg forward.

"Come on!"

"Didn't you say you were going to slay demons?"

"The immortals are slaughtered, I am the demon!

Those Taoist cultivators boasted of being immortals in front of mortals, they were high and highly respected, how could they have been subjected to such abuse: "Immortals are slaughtered, I am a demon!"

Dao Xin was deeply struck!

"Slaying demons, it is our bounden duty to kill ourselves, even if we sacrifice ourselves, we must destroy the devil!"

Seeing that his army was disheartened, Bu Yinyang hurriedly stood behind and impassionedly boosted morale.

At this time, the Taoist cultivator standing on the periphery kept pinching his hands, and all kinds of magic weapons rose into the air, flashing with colorful brilliance, like a Changhong arch bridge suspended in the air after the rain, whistling and rushing towards Wang Zimo.

The sky is full of shadows, and the lights are colorful.

All kinds of magic weapons, everything, swords, guns, swords, halberds, sticks, daggers, whips, some are like scrolls, there is ink and Shen suspended, some are like bowls containing the power of Qiankun, and some are like black pots, but they are wafting out bursts of rice.

A martial artist is a live target in front of Dao Xiu.

The book of Dayan is actually the Tao, and the quenching is just a gift. Like Wang Zimo, there are very few people who buy and return beads and study martial arts after quenching.

If you want to blame it, blame it on the yin and yang diagram that can't be quickly transformed into spiritual power for your own use, such a Taoist cultivator, what can you use to compete with them?

In an instant, the prince died silently.

"Strangling the remnants of the Lu clan, how can there be no me?"

Suddenly, Lu Dutian stepped on a flying sword and broke into the camel peak, his sky-blue clothes fluttering, and with a wave of his hand, he put the "Fire Sky Great Dry Bell" on Wang Zimo's body.

Suddenly, the sound of "ding bells" was endless.

Although water overcomes fire, it is also divided into who has more and who has less.

In the face of the pure fire, some water-attribute magic weapons were evaporated before they were approaching, and wood-attribute ones burned with them, and only the fire attribute and earth-attribute magic weapons survived.

It is good to be away from the dry bell and the wind, three feet away from the fire outside, and the hot temperature inside is isolated from the hot temperature.

Wang Zimo stood in the Liqian Bell, only to see Lu Dutian lightly, and the Liqian Zhong was directly attached to his body like armor.

I heard Lu Dutian say loudly: "Bu Yinyang, I haven't seen you for many years and you're still so bad! I even learned to fight in a group, and sure enough, it's ...... with the legend, tsk, tsk!"

"What have you heard?"

Bu Yinyang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes suddenly widened, and his nerves tensed.

"I want to practice divine skills......"

"What?" Bu Yinyang was even more nervous, staring at Lu Dutian's two fat lips and swallowing his saliva.

Lu Dutian shook his head, "You know what I've heard. In front of so many people, it's not good to say it! Now that I have mastered the three colors of gold, fire, and earth, you are still two-colored! Why don't you and I learn from each other? I will also train you well. ”

Bu Yinyang's face was embarrassed, he glanced at Wang Zimo, who was covered in the Qianzhong, and secretly regretted that he was half a step away, and he was half a step away from letting that kid disappear! This Lu Dutian came at such a time, why did Wei Guohou let him escape?

What a bad luck!

"Oh, I almost forgot!"

Lu Dutian knocked on the door of his head and blinked. "You've just been sucked in yang energy by the Dharma Protector, but it's okay, it looks more like a woman. Otherwise, you guys will go up together!"

Lu Dutian pointed to the invincible Taoist cultivators, with wide sleeves and a calm gaze, and said: "The Lu family does not produce bad seeds, but it is not allowed to bully the weak with more and bully! The prince is silent to one enemy and ten, and it is enough to be the pride of our clan!"

"And me!"

Suddenly a familiar voice was heard outside the battlefield.