"Your people, I deserve to kill. And you, kill if I want. ”

Wang Jian pointed at Zhu Guanyong, his expression was as plain as water, and there were not too many ripples and fluctuations, but he said flatly.

"You!" Zhu Guanyong covered his broken belly, half-knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and roared with hatred.

It was a shame, a shame that was innumerable, inexplicable, incomprehensible. He cares more about his self-esteem than the pain in his body and the anger of losing his subordinates...... and face.

In his first place, he just opened his mouth to insult the king, but he was immediately slapped in the face and killed Han Lin for the king. This stigma...... Not on the level, but on the spiritual level, he slapped him hard and slapped him on top of his dignity.

Zhu Guanyong got up, and endured the pain of falling to the ground with a pain. He didn't say much, but just stared at the king like this.

"It's good, it's good, but it's really good, if I don't kill you today. Then I should be a palm to cut myself off!"

Zhu Guanyong roared angrily, and when his words fell, he immediately pinched his fingers and muttered from his mouth.

"Oh, yes, then you can wave your hands and kill yourself. ”

Wang tilted his head slightly and chuckled. Immediately, his eyes were cold, he jumped into the air, waved the iron cable, and shook away.

It's just that the iron chain has not been hit, but it has been stopped by several flying swords, and the sound of gold and iron collides in all directions, and the sound of clanging is endless.

"Hmph, bastard boy, before the young master finishes the spell, your opponent is me!"

A brown-robed monk pointed at the sword and slashed at the iron cable, but he did not stand on the blade, but only stood on the far side of it, and slashed the flying sword with two fingers, and slashed towards the iron rope in the air.

They did not dare to get close to the king. In the past, from the moment Wang instantly killed Han Lin, they were already aware of it, even if even their cultivation was slightly stronger than Wang. But...... But they are no match for the king!

"Look for death. Wang Leng snorted, and then he waved the blood droplet, pulled it back violently, and directly slashed the body of a flying sword in the air, cutting it into two pieces.

Not far away, a brown-robed woman coughed up a mouthful of blood, her body was unstable, she shook a few times, and almost fell to the ground. In Fangcai, the flying sword that was cut off by the king was his magic weapon. Although the flying sword is just an ordinary magic weapon. But on the contrary, as long as the magic weapon of the master is recognized, as long as it is damaged, the owner will be more or less damaged and devoured.

"Four phases and five elements, Nanli is respected, fire is respected, fire is respected, fire is respected, wood is tribute, and the flame is decided!"

"Four phases and five elements, Nanli is respected, fire is respected, fire is respected, fire is respected, gold is tribute, and the flame is decided!"

Two more explosions rang out like thunder, and two fireballs streaked through the void and smashed straight towards the king. The speed of the fireball was so fast, and when it was around the king, it was also time to find it, and the fireball was close, but it was only a few feet away.

Wang Leng snorted, swung the blood droplet, and smashed one of the fireballs to dissipate. And when a fireball is about to enter the body, it is also a fierce sword with a trace of frost to stab, and after a moment of the sword, the cold light shines in the air, and the fireball dissipates.

But...... When the king slashed and broke the two fireballs, a flying sword stabbed through the air, stabbing into the king's abdomen and stuck in it.

"Damn ......"

The king let out a low roar and cursed, and slashed down with a sword, cutting his sword in half.

A sword was cut off, and the belly sword was broken, and it was broken into two. Not far away, another figure also coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body shook, but he did not fall to the ground and half-kneel like Ruo Zhangyu.

The king coughed up a pile of black blood, and the blood splattered on the ground, and it was doubly miserable. He's not ant ink, he doesn't have a body as powerful as a demon. Although he is very good at all kinds of wonderful assassinations, and formations. But...... His physical body is still just an ordinary cultivation of the Tuohai Shengmen. If it were only in the flesh, he would not even be able to compare to any of the brown-robed monks not far away. It's even more incomparable...... and Zhu Guanyong, who is constantly pinching his fingers.

Zhu Guanyong kept chanting incantations, staring at the king with a pair of resentful eyes. It's as if you want to dismantle it at any moment.

The king covered his abdomen, and instead of drawing his broken sword, he thrust it into his abdomen to block the wound and stop the bleeding.

"One against four...... "The king muttered to himself, looking at the figure in front of him. As the words fell, he also stepped forward again, and his abdomen was covered in a patch of frost, freezing his wounds and broken sword.

One step, Wang Ze also threw a flying sword to fight with one of them, preventing the other party from sneaking up on the other party with the flying sword. After a few more steps, Wang Ze also took every step, a crossbow machine would appear from his hand, and the crossbow machine would shoot, and with each step, there would be a crossbow arrow shot out, and its direction was ...... It is also Zhu Guanyong, who is still chanting and chanting.

In his past, he had seen how powerful Zhu Guanyong's blow was when he turned into a fire man. At that time, the spiritual power in his body could be said to be in its heyday. And at that time, it would not be difficult for him to resist. But...... Now he was weak. If he is facing Zhu Guanyong, it will be difficult for him to protect himself. Not to mention the odds of winning.

"Hmm, protect the young master, the young master is about to finish chanting the mantra!" Zhang Yu roared loudly, and then hurriedly slapped out with a palm, brought a fireball, and shot down one of his crossbow arrows. No more shuttle stabs.

But...... It was just the moment she slapped her palm, and a crossbow bolt shot through her heart and lungs. One arrow pierced, the second organ was damaged, and he fell to the ground on the spot. Even if you don't die at this moment, you can't escape it.

"One pair of three...... Wang didn't look at the Zhang Yu who fell to the ground. And just slowly step by step, he walked forward, to kill Zhu Guanyong, who was chanting a curse. It's just that before he could get close and reach the realm of the blood drop chain, an old man in a brown robe came forward with a plate axe in his hand.

"Ah, boy, watch me slash you here with an axe!"

A burst of cheers was like thunder, and a middle-aged man jumped in, who was a member of the brown-robed team. Also their captain...... is also Zhang Yu's Taoist companion.

In his precedence, a crossbow bolt pierced, and Zhang Yu was also hopeless. And this point, he is also very clear. That's why he's so angry.

"Look for death. The king let out a low cry and shot a crossbow arrow, but it was easily dodged by him. Drops of blood flew through the man's flesh, splitting him in half. But it is no longer possible to stop the other party's actions. The monk fell with half of his body, holding a plate axe, his eyes were full of blood, and he insisted on slashing Wang Shengsheng to this point with an axe.

Wang's eyes showed disbelief, the other party actually faced it

His own killing intention is so deep, even if he knows that he will die, he must kill with death.

"Nice people...... It's a pity that you're still going to die. ”

Wang looked coldly at the half of the brown robe chopped by the axe, and snorted coldly. He also threw away the crossbow machine, stabbed himself in the abdomen, took out the fragment of the broken sword, and slashed away with his giant axe.

The blades and axes intersected, and the gold and iron collided with each other, bringing a piece of sparks, and the fragment of the broken sword in the king's hand was also broken, and half of the fragment was stuck in the king's tiger's mouth, reaching the bone.

"Devouring ......," the king roared, and said in a word, and the half of the brown robe just showed joy on his face, thinking that he was going to succeed in killing the king. But...... But as soon as this thought appeared, he fell to the ground powerlessly and turned into a dry corpse......

"One, two......

When the dry corpse fell, Wang Ye pulled out the fragment of the broken sword stuck in the tiger's mouth and took another step forward.

And when his dried corpse fell to the ground, the vitality in the king's eyes seemed to have recovered a little......

"What, what just happened!"

In the brown robe, the white-haired old man who was still there looked at the corpse that fell to the ground with disbelief, and said in shock.

In front of him, he could clearly see that the iron axes intersected, and it seemed that the middle-aged man had the upper hand. But...... The result. But it was completely different from what he saw, and it could be said to be completely different.

"Could it be that he is ......?"

The brown-robed old man looked at the king with shock, and said in disbelief.

As soon as he thought of this, he was standing upside down with no hair all over his body, and after gasping violently, he also took a few steps backwards, and his eyes were full of something called horror.

"No way, that kind of thing...... The Lanluo Continent is wide, and there will only be three people in 10,000 years. This kid...... He, he can't be. ”

He looked at the king with horror on his face and said in disbelief. And every time that thought came to his mind, he would be even more frightened, and he would panic about it.

His cultivation is not low, and coupled with his age, he also knows a lot of things...... And in it, it also includes about "that part of the people".

With one step, the old man retreated in terror, and it was at his step that he also heard a thunderous roar......

"The four phases have a south separation, the south is separated from the fire, the vermilion bird is born in the fire, the flame burns the body, and the fire is difficult to extinguish!"

It was his young master, and it was the voice of Zhu Guanyong finally finishing reciting the mantra. And when its voice fell for a moment, a pillar of fire rushed into the sky, soaring into the sky.

The flames were everywhere, the fire rain was sprinkled, and a pillar of fire went straight to the sky, as if it was as high as ten zhang! And in the pillar of fire that rushed to the sky, it should have walked out of such a fiery figure......

One step fell, swept through the flames and eight desolations, and the flames swept away. Two steps forward, all the fires around him rushed together, hustle and bustle, shouting endlessly. And when its third step is out...... The endless flames around him are boiling and manic for it. He was like a king in the flames, subjugating all the fires of the eight directions!