With a "dang" sound, the sound of metal striking came, and the long sword in Feng Wuji's hand collided with the spear in the black monk's hand. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info looked at the dull eyes of the black-clothed monk, Feng Wuji knew that it was a soul controlled, but the black-clothed monk couldn't feel anything because of the soul being charged, the only thing he knew was killing.

As soon as his mind moved, Feng Wuji manipulated the bell to attack the black-clothed monk. Seeing this, the black-clothed monk shook the spear in his hand, not only shaking Feng Wuji back, but also shaking the bell back.

At this moment, Zhao Wuming was also shocked back by his opponent, the two brothers were staggered in mid-air, and the jade disc and the big bell were also staggered in mid-air, but the two immediately turned around and dealt with each other's opponents.

The opponent that Zhao Wuming had just dealt with was a monk holding Fang Tian's painting halberd, and at this time, when he saw Feng Wuji flying with a roar, he shook the heavy halberd in his hand, and then he swung violently and directly attacked the magic weapon operated by Feng Wuji. A "hum" sounded, and the entire bell trembled, and Feng Wuji also stabbed directly at the black-clothed monk with his long sword when the bell trembled.

On the other side, Zhao Wuming had already attacked the black-clothed monk with a long sword in his hand and the spear in his hand, and the jade disc also attacked him from the black-clothed monk's back at this time.

Zhao Wuming shook the long sword in his hand and directly shook the black-clothed monk back, and the black-clothed monk who flew upside down immediately turned around in mid-air and directly attacked the jade disc that hit him.

Zhao Wuming saw the black-clothed monk turn around and attack directly with a long sword in his hand. The speed of the black-clothed monk can be described as very fast, and the moment he shook off the jade disc, he turned around again, and the spear in his hand also met the sharp sword in Zhao Wuming's hand.

The sound of "dang" came, and Zhao Wuming's sneak attack did not work, but instead shook the black-clothed monk, but feeling the strength of the black-clothed monk, his arms were numb and his palms trembled.

Zhao Wuming saw that he failed to hurt the black-clothed monk, so he flew directly upside down, and at this time, the jade saucer magic weapon crashed into the black-clothed monk again, but was shocked back by the black-clothed monk again.

Feng Wuji confronted the monk holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, his eyes were very cold, and it could be described as fearless of death, but his high fighting spirit did not make the black-clothed monk any better, and the two of them were actually on par.

The two brothers fought back-to-back again, but they all had churning spiritual power and suffered a small injury.

"Senior brother, how are you?" Feng Wuji asked.

"Senior brother, I'm okay, what about you?" Zhao Wuming said.

"I'm fine, but I'm afraid our senior brothers will have to stay here today. Feng Wuji said with a helpless smile.

Zhao Wuming didn't feel surprised when he heard this, he had already participated in the final battle, and he was ready to die in battle, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Senior brother, if you die in battle, you will die in battle, it's not a big deal. Zhao Wuming responded, but his voice had the momentum of seeing death as if he were at home.

After the two chatted for a few words, the two black-clothed friars took the initiative to attack, although the tacit understanding between the senior brothers was very high, but it would be affected to some extent.

The monk with a spear in his hand, the spear pointed directly at Zhao Wuming's throat, and its speed was very fast. Seeing this, Zhao Wuming's eyes were cold, and his heart moved and he attacked the black-clothed monk. The spear and sword collided in midair, and then the jade disc the size of a grinding disc roared and slammed into the black-clothed monk.

On the other side, the monk Feng Wuji with the long sword in his hand and the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand were also fighting fiercely, but the spiritual power in the two of them was churning more and more, and the slightest bad would affect the combat power.

As the minutes ticked by, the two brothers and the two blackfriars fell into a bitter battle. But the Blackfriar was like a killing machine that didn't know anything, which was fatal to the two brothers.

I don't know how long it took, the two brothers stood together back to back again, but at this time they were really embarrassed. The once glamorous robes were stained with bright red blood, both their own and those of the blackfriars, and there were still bleeding wounds on their bodies.

"Senior brother, I'm glad to be your junior brother in this life. The corners of Zhao Wuming's mouth lifted and he smiled, but his smile had a terrifying death aura.

"Me too. Feng Wuji nodded lightly and said, his response was very concise, and as soon as the words fell, the two of them invariably attacked the black-clothed monk who was attacking from the opposite side.

After a while, the two men were finally defeated, but they did not let go of the blackfriar.

Zhao Wuming was pierced through the chest by the black-clothed monk with a spear in his hand, and a thick spiritual power was instantly instilled into Zhao Wuming's body. And the long sword in Zhao Wuming's hand was also inserted into the abdomen of the black-clothed monk, and the spiritual power was also continuously injected.

The same was true of Feng Wuji, who was not far away, the long sword in his hand was inserted into the chest of the black-clothed monk, while he was inserted into the ribs by Fang Tian's halberd.

The two brothers could have escaped out of the body, but neither of them did so, because someone had already tried it, but it didn't work, and they were still killed by the blackfriar. Since he couldn't escape, he didn't run away, but used his last strength to kill the blackfriar.

The consciousness of the two of them was very vague, as if they were about to die, but when they remembered that they were on the battlefield, they gritted their teeth and forcibly calmed down their brains, and then urged their magic weapons to crash into the blackfriar.

Because the black-clothed monk was restrained by the two brothers, he was hit by the jade disc and the big bell and smashed his head, but at this time, both of them also exhaled their last breath.

There was a "bang", and the heads of the two black-clothed monks were smashed to pieces, their brains were cracked, and they fell at the same time as the two brothers.

Four corpses fell in mid-air at the same time, such a scene attracted one person, that was Feng Wuji's Taoist companion, Nangong Yu.

Looking at Feng Wuji's whereabouts of the corpse, Nangong Yu roared, but his eyes did not have tears, but he stared at the black-clothed immortal who was not far away, holding a long stick.

"Wuji, if you choose to die in battle, I will die in battle like you. Nangong Yu gritted his teeth and said, as soon as the words fell, the battle knife in his hand waved, and as soon as a magic weapon the size of a grinding disc followed, he roared and attacked the black-clothed Immortal Monarch.

Although Nangong Yu is just an immortal monarch with ordinary combat power, although he is not as strong as the black-clothed immortal monarch, when he is extremely angry, he also increases his combat power several times, and the black-clothed immortal monarch feels Nangong Yu's fierce attack, and he is actually retreating again and again.

Nangong Yu's anger has burned her combat power, burned her heart, and burned everything about her, just because her lover Feng Wuji died. However, under the burning of the angry flames, she was extremely violent, and she quickly killed the black-clothed Immortal Monarch.