"It turned out that three true immortals came, I don't know what you are doing?" Sun Wukong said, as if he didn't know that there was a fire on the shore of Zhang Lake. 【】

This is estimated to be the first time that Sun Wukong has been soft in his life, but Fuxian Zhenren is obviously dizzy and does not sell Sun Wukong's face at all. His face was gloomy, his eyes were still staring straight at Zhang Huban, and he said: "Report the name, and the deity's subordinates will not kill the nameless!"

Sun Wukong's face changed when he heard this, and his fiery eyes burst out with two dazzling golden lights, shooting directly at Fuxian's real people.

Seeing this, Fuxian Zhenren also changed his face, pinched the magic trick, and two golden lotus flowers appeared in the air, blocking the golden light shot from Sun Wukong's eyes.

"Sun Wukong, what do you mean by this?" Fuxian Zhenren shouted angrily.

"This is my grandson's brother, if you want to kill him, you have to pass my grandson's level first. Sun Wukong held a golden golden hoop stick, and his murderous intent was revealed, recovering his fierce surname.

"Haha, good, good! Everyone said that Monkey King was extremely arrogant, and now he said that he really deserved his reputation when he saw it!"

After laughing, Fuxian Zhenren's face sank and said: "Today, the deity has to take the life of this demon surname, if you have to take this Liangzi deity, even you will clean it up together!"

Zhang Huban's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he was secretly grateful to Sun Wukong for his righteousness, but the opponent was too strong, three sub-saint-level ancient true immortals, no matter how powerful Sun Wukong was, after all, he had just been promoted to sub-saint, Zhang Huban didn't think he could carry it.

As soon as Zhang Huban was about to speak, Sun Wukong waved his hand and said: "Little brothers don't need to say much, although they are powerful, they are still a little short of cleaning up my old grandson!"

Fuxian Zhenren took the male and female Wu hooks from Mu Zha, and then bowed to the Cihang Daoist and the Manjushri Guangfa Daoist: "There are two Taoist friends." ”

Cihang Daoren had already made a feud with Zhang Huban and Sun Wukong, and when he heard this, he returned a salute and took the quiet willow branch in his hand. Although Manjushri Guangfa Taoist people don't want to make a feud with Sun Wukong in death, but because of their friendship with Fuxian Zhenren, considering the enmity between his apprentice Jin Zha and Zhang Huban, and seeing that Cihang Daoist people are ready to make a move without hesitation, they have no choice but to take the magic weapon, which is a sword, although he has a dragon pile, but it is a joke to use the dragon pile to catch Sun Wukong.

Originally, Zhang Huban burned Fuxian Zhenren and was ready to run away, but now that Sun Wukong intervened, he couldn't run away. Twelve doppelgangers were summoned, and the twelve heavenly gods formed a great array, ready to fight, how could they leave some souvenirs on these ancient immortals.

The twelve clones now not only have two Da Luo Jin Immortals, but the other ten people are all close to the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortals. They had already borrowed the Heavenly Divine Banner to inspire them to attract the killing power of the violent and rampant heavens and the earth. Now they are the embodiment of the ancient Wu Zu, they represent the ancient Wu Zu, although not as powerful as the ancient Wu Zu, but the ancient fierce array was formed, and suddenly the blood light rose to the sky, and the moon was lightless, and the original blue sea was like a sea of blood under the glow of the blood light. Countless violent, ferocious, and murderous thoughts and breaths filled the entire space.

The scene presented by the Sky Viewing Mirror was a blood-red color, and the Jade Emperor and the others could no longer see the scene of the Nether Realm, and they were all shocked.

Fuxian Zhenren's face began to be a little solemn, and his eyes stared directly at Zhang Huban and the twelve doppelgangers behind Zhang Huban, while Cihang Daoist and Manjushri Guangfa were opposite to Sun Wukong. Heavenly soldiers and generals, even Jin Zha, Mu Zha, and Li Jing flew far away from this place.

The sub-saint duel, even if it is affected a little, is enough to choke.

Zhang Huban's whole person is like a statue, motionless, staring at Fuxian Zhenren with sharp eyes, and the fierce tip of the knife is pointed directly at Fuxian Zhenren. At this moment, the spirit of Zhang Huban has been integrated with the Tiger Spirit Divine Sword, and there is no other person between heaven and earth, except for Fuxian Zhenren. There is no timidity in his heart, no distractions, and no thoughts about victory or defeat, and he only has Fuxian Zhenren in his heart and eyes. The small universe in his body was spinning wildly, and even the Vermilion Bird Seven Stars began to show signs of breaking through again under the extreme oppression, and Zhang Huban didn't feel it.

If Fuxian Zhenren is a deep pool that is still and deep to the terrifying, then Zhanghu Lake is an indestructible tornado storm that rises to the sky, which seems to be stationary at first glance, but hides an amazing, terrifying explosive power.

Zhang Huban's mana and realm were far lower than those of Fuxian Zhenren, and in the end, he took the lead in swinging the sword that had accumulated his whole body strength.

Go forward, don't do it!

Fuxian Zhenren suddenly had a little admiration for Zhang Huban, a Da Luo Jin Immortal was fearless in the face of an ancient true immortal of the sub-saint level, and he could burst out with such an amazing strength, no matter how such a spirit, such an opponent was worthy of admiration.

The Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals who watched from a distance all showed great admiration in their eyes, and even they felt that the image of Zhang Huban was taller and more admirable than those lofty Yasheng.

Sun Wukong didn't move, and neither did the Cihang Daoist and Manjushri Guangfa Daoist opposite him. They looked at each other affectionately like good friends they hadn't seen in years. The space around them almost stopped rotating, and even Zhang Huban's earth-shattering sword could not stir up the slightest fluctuation in this space.

Sun Wukong is worthy of being the god of war between heaven and earth, he has just been promoted to the sub-saint, but he can face the two sub-saints alone, forcing the two sub-saints not to dare to move in the slightest.

Fuxian Zhenren faced Zhang Huban's knife, and no longer despised it before. He raised the female Wu hook with one hand and swung it at the Tiger Spirit Divine Knife.

The female Wu Hook emitted a thousand millimeters of light, and as soon as the fierce sword light emitted by the Tiger Spirit Divine Knife came into contact with the millilight emitted by Wu Hook, it made a sharp friction sound, as if the two steel knives were rubbing sharply.

Dou Da sweat drops dripped from Zhang Huban's forehead, and although the majesty of the Tiger Spirit Divine Sword was still there, the speed was constantly slowing down.

Gonggong made a move, and through the Great Array of the Twelve Heavenly Gods, he gathered the power of the twelve clones. His body kept expanding, his fist was as big as an iron mountain, and he attacked Fugen Zhenren with a tragic fist wind.

Fuxian Zhenren's face changed slightly, and his other hand raised the Xiongwu hook and greeted the iron fist of the co-workers.

The sharp sword light didn't make the co-worker clone flinch a little, and his iron fist still moved forward bravely.

The fist wind was torn to pieces by the sword, but the fist wind also pressed the sword to shrink continuously!

Zhang Huban's face changed suddenly, he roared angrily in the sky, and his whole body burst out with starlight, and the Tiger Spirit Divine Knife suddenly had a strange change, its castration was still straight, but its knife was changing in a strange and ethereal way, dissecting the ten thousand zhang light released by the female Wu hook like a cow. The Tiger Spirit Divine Sword accelerated suddenly, and there was no sharp sound of friction wherever it passed.

This is the change of martial arts, and this is the reason why although Fuxian Zhenren has a hundred times or even a thousand times more powerful mana, Zhang Huban still dares to fight.

Fuxian Zhenren's face was cold, his eyes radiated a strange light, he was surprised that Zhang Huban's fighting skills were so exquisite, mysterious, and even he faintly felt something vague because of Zhang Huban's change.

However, Zhang Huban's mana is too far from Fuxian Zhenren after all, although it is backed by strength, strength and even martial arts and divine swords, Fuxian Zhenren is not afraid except for surprise. His face sank suddenly, and Wu Gou also accelerated violently to meet him!

The huge crashing sound was earth-shattering, and the sound waves scattered up and down, left and right, and the sea set off huge waves.

The tiger's mouth cracked, the blood flowed, and although he was immortal, his arm was still painfully destroyed in the face of a master who was hundreds or even thousands of times more powerful. Zhang Huban's whole person is like a kite with a broken string flying backwards, and where it flies, a little blood is sprinkled in the air. But Zhang Hupan's hand was still tightly gripping the Tiger Spirit Divine Sword, and although his eyes were dim, they were still resolute.

Fuxian Zhenren's hand was slightly numb, and the knife on the shore of Zhang Huban was still hiding a change when it came into contact with Wu Hook, which was a very subtle change, and ordinary people couldn't see the difference at all, but Fuxian Zhenren saw the change, and the difference was just the weakest part of his strength.

At the same time that the main body was just knocked away, Gonggong's iron fist finally changed again and again when Fuxian Zhenren was slightly distracted, and the huge iron fist continued to shuttle through different spatial layers, and the speed suddenly became extremely fast.

The iron fist intersected with Wu Hook, and the sound produced was still the sound of gold and iron.

The power of the punch that the twelve clones struck out through the formation was so huge, it was at least two or three times stronger than the knife in Zhang Huban's body. Although this punch still didn't hurt Fugen, Fugen finally took a few steps back in order to shake off the impact of the punch.

If Zhang Huban's first sortie hid a trick, and the unexpected element caused damage to Fuxian Zhenren, then this attack was definitely a completely frontal attack, and it was an attack under full alert of Fuxian Zhenren. Fuxian Zhenren has regressed, although it is only a few steps, but it is enough to make Zhang Huban proud, you must know that Zhang Huban has only just been promoted to Da Luo Jinxian for a few years.

After the twelve doppelgangers struck out that punch, they were also like a kite with a broken string flying down in the direction of Zhang Lake's retreat.

Fugen's face became hideous again, and this was the second time he had lost face today. An ancient true immortal who can shake an immortal continent by stomping his feet in the fairy world, Yasheng, was repelled by an unknown immortal, although the other party was much more embarrassed than himself, but for Fuxian, this is still a shame in his life.

"You must die today!" Fugen said coldly, his eyes shot with viciousness.

(To be continued)