Yan Bing was stunned by Pang Jiu's roar, Pang Jiu saw Yan Bing stagnant, so he seized the opportunity to rush forward, only to see him put away the Xuangu Sword, and his six hands grasped the fist and desperately hit Yan Bing's body, just one breath, Yan Bing was punched thousands of times, and he was beaten in an instant. Pang Jiu knew that Yan Bing was about to wake up, so he immediately opened his clenched fist, and six gray beads the size of a ping-pong ball appeared in his palm, which were actually the tricks he had condensed when he used up his whole body's true essence when dealing with the ugly dwarf old man in the Ethereal Realm before.

But at this time, the six beads that Pang Jiu condensed were not exhausting the true yuan of his whole body, because he knew that even if he used up the true yuan of his whole body, it would be impossible to kill Yan Bing with one blow, and he still needed the true yuan to deal with Yan Bing, if the true yuan was exhausted at this time, I am afraid that today would be the time for him to fall.

I saw that the six orbs were all pressed on Yan Bing's body, Yan Bing was blown away in an instant, and Pang Jiu was also pushed away by the air wave generated by the explosion of the orbs. The two opened a large distance, and Pang Jiu seized the opportunity to escape when he saw this.

It all seems like a long time, but it's just three breaths.

It turned out that Pang Jiu clenched his fist and hit Yan Bing to begin to condense the bead, and when the bead was condensed, it was immediately displayed.

In order to repel Yan Bing and then escape.

Pang Jiu once again cast thunder and lightning to speed up his escape, and while escaping, he did not forget to scatter several black yin and yang fish and gray babies.

After Pang Jiu escaped, Yan Bing finally woke up, and at this time, he had a blue nose and swollen face, torn clothes, and a long bloodshot hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Good, good. It's been a long time since I've been forced to do this, and I was going to spare your life, but I think you don't want your life anymore. Anyway, I'll let you know what the Eight Turns Immortals are capable of. ”

I saw Yan Bing's hands pinching, and I didn't know what secret technique he was performing.

Then Yan Bing flew in one direction, and fled hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

In a flash, a purple-gold figure appeared in front of Yan Bing's eyes.

"The wrath of the ghosts and gods, the blood spattered in the starry sky, the invincible, the rolling red dust, the Mo Dao is not free, the Void Walker, angrily slashing the ...... of all races"

When Yan Bing saw the purple-gold figure, he sang an unknown and strange ballad.

Although Yan Bing only chanted softly, it seemed to resound throughout the starry sky, and in an instant, there seemed to be countless ghosts and gods in the starry sky who were angry, roaring everywhere.

When Pang Jiu heard this song, he unconsciously felt restless in his heart, as if there were endless demons and monsters complaining in his heart, and there seemed to be countless demons scratching in his heart, which made Pang Jiu annoyed.

That's when it happened.

"The guide of a thousand souls, I am a ghost and a god, cut off the evil of heaven and earth, and the life and death of the heavens are all in my palm. ”

"Return to the embrace of ghosts and gods. ”

"Roar, boom. ”

Behind Yan Bing, a huge black figure holding a double knife appeared and rushed towards Pang Jiu.

Just as the black shadow approached Pang Jiu, an explosion was heard. The black figure was blown out of several holes, but it still rushed towards Pang Jiu, just in an instant, countless knives were slashed, and countless blood marks appeared behind Pang Jiu between the sword lights and sword shadows, and purple-gold scales splashed in the starry sky.

Seeing Pang Jiu's move, Yan Bing raised one hand in the void and punched and slapped it in the void without slowness, and connected the void with the other hand.

There were no fluctuations in the starry sky, but Pang Jiu snorted again and again, vomiting blood again and again.

In the midst of a muffled snort, Pang Jiu's back suddenly cracked, and the purple-gold scale armor cracked open, revealing the crimson flesh and blood.

Pang Jiu roared, like a wounded beast, which made people listen to it very sadly.

"The beast is so tenacious, don't wail, the old man will send you into reincarnation. ”

Yan Bing heard Pang Jiu's wail, but he was not sad or happy.

"The wrath of the spirits slashes the heavens. ”

With Yan Bing's chanting, the black figure was really like a ghost and god coming to harvest the creatures between heaven and earth, this time the black figure only swung two knives, and two rays of blood slashed towards Pang Jiu.

At this moment, a colorful feather coat appeared on Pang Jiu's body, and the feathers of this feather coat resembled bamboo leaves.

Two rays of blood slashed on Pang Jiu's body, and there was no blood, but this feather coat was much darker, and the colorful rays flickered like candles about to be extinguished.

Although the blood mangs did not cut Pang Jiu, the power carried by the blood mangs shocked Pang Jiu to spit out a mouthful of blood, but the internal organs were displaced, and even some of the internal organs had been cracked.

Seeing that the blood did not cause much damage to Pang Jiu, Yan Bing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and punched again and again.

Pang Jiu was consumed and hit again and again, where could he dodge, only to see Pang Jiu being beaten and staggered and vomiting blood. The last palm actually beat Pang Jiu like a broken kite and flew directly upside down.

The two of them were on the verge of extinguishing the storm while they were chasing.

Pang Jiu, who flew upside down, was also very unlucky, and he flew to the path of a meteorite, only to see a meteorite with a radius of thousands of feet knocking Pang Jiu into the storm of silence.

The meteorites in the silent storm were like tornadoes, and poor Pang Jiu was knocked away by one meteorite after another, only to see Pang Jiu suffer a few breaths.

Pang Jiu, who had no ability to resist, could only let this meteorite hit this ruined body.

One meteorite after another will send Pang Jiu into the depths of the Silent Storm, far away from Yan Bing's vision in the blink of an eye. Although Yan Bing's divine sense could sense Pang Jiu, he was reluctant to chase him in anymore, and the Silent Storm at this time could still give him a great threat, thinking of the words of an old Taoist not long ago, he had to stop and sigh.

"I can't imagine that I can't kill this evil beast like this, but this evil animal is so badly injured that it will definitely die in the storm of silence. ”

......

How did this monk in armor know the hardships in Confucian's heart, not that he didn't want to kill this giant man, but that Confucius couldn't find out the giant man's cultivation and was afraid to make a move.

With his monarch's cultivation, he can't see through this giant man, it can be seen that the giant man's cultivation is much higher than his own, even if it is the cultivation of the big city lord, he can vaguely feel it, but he can't see this giant man, there is no trace of this person when the immortal consciousness sweeps over, but this giant man is standing in front of his eyes, and the immortal consciousness that he has cultivated a special magic trick is two or three times higher than that of the same level, even if it is the first level of the emperor, he can find it.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he even wondered if this giant man would be Venerable.

Just when the second city lord wondered whether the giant man was Venerable or not, the giant man moved.

The giant man shot as fast as the wind and thunder.

With a bang, the armored monk who had just spoken, was slapped on the top of his head by a giant man, and the whole person exploded, and blood and flesh were splashed everywhere.

The next moment, the giant man shot again and killed people again and again, and even the two city lords were among them. The poor second city lord was unable to confirm his thoughts until he died.

"Enemy Attack"

I don't know who suddenly shouted.

"Kill, kill, I, Wanlong, want to kill Guang'er and so on. At this time, the giant man finally spoke up, and this giant man was actually Wan Long, who had fought for the Golden Wind before.

Yu Bi Wan Long strode forward.

With every step he took, a large number of monks in the city died, and I don't know if Wan Long was tired of killing with his hands, but he actually used the blood-colored thunder and lightning that wrapped his body to condense a huge blood knife of seven zhang. Countless houses were cut horizontally, blood splattered out, and in less than half a cup of tea, half of the entire city hundreds of miles long and wide was destroyed, and half of the prosperous city with a population of tens of millions was destroyed in an instant.

It's not that no one stopped it, but too many people stopped it, so Bandung only destroyed half of the city, only to see countless corpses in the middle of the city with broken arms, rivers of blood, and the entire main street was covered with monks in white armor.

"The city is in the people, the city is destroyed, the people are killed, killed. ”

"Defend Jinghai City. ”

......

The screaming did not stop, and the monks who came to stop it continued, and I don't know what supported these monks to defend the city of the Guardian without losing their lives.

Even though they knew that they could not resist the evildoers, they did not hesitate to push their chests against the tip of the knife.

God, is this hell? No, this is not hell, this is the fairy world, this is the Arctic fairy world, this is the heaven in the hearts of mortals.

Oh my God, this city full of corpses, bleeding a foot high, and broken roots is heaven?

A quarter of an hour ago, there was still singing and dancing here, the extremely prosperous big city, the fang market, the black market, people coming and going, who could have predicted that after a quarter of an hour, this big city with tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people would be destroyed in an instant, no one could escape, those who wanted to escape were dead, and those who did not want to escape were also dead, whether the old and weak, women and children all contributed to this river of blood, if it were not for them, the river of blood that was hundreds of miles long would never have appeared, and the extremely prosperous city was gone, but the wealth of this city was still there, and the villains did not take the slightest property of this city, perhaps this is the only thing that can be celebrated。