Ling Hu Heng didn't take it lightly because of this, he could feel it, and the momentum around him became stronger, and it was obvious that the Hell King had not suffered any substantial damage.

Linghu Hengxin said: "Even the super-level 'Spirit Explosion Body' has no effect, it seems that he didn't brag, he really just used fifty percent of his strength!"

Wu Zhen stared blankly at the qi in front of him, and only after a long time did he shout happily: "Senior brother won?"

The silent Taoist looked solemn and said, "No, the Hell King is still alive, and he shouldn't have been harmed, but he was suppressed for a while. Ah Heng is now out of strength, and it will be difficult to defeat him. ”

Silent people rarely say so much, and it seems that things are really tricky!

The King of Hell is indeed synonymous with horror!

At this time, the earth began to shake, and Ling Hu Heng also fell back to the ground from mid-air, he had to save some aura, otherwise, it would really be more auspicious.

"Boom"!!

With a loud bang, a figure jumped out of the pit and soared into the sky.

When the man stayed in mid-air, Ling Hu Heng saw the man's face clearly, it was the angry Hell King!

The Hell King roared: "How can you have more power than this king! Impossible, this king is the hell king that everyone fears, how can he lose to a little-known kid like you! Never! This king is the strongest in the world!"

Ling Hu Heng only felt unbearable soreness all over his body at the moment, this was the sequelae caused by the overdraft of using the "Spirit Explosion Body", and several thoughts turned in his heart: "If you continue to use the 'Spirit Explosion Body', you will definitely be able to defeat him." But if you continue to use this trick, not to mention the aura, it won't be enough to support it. My body will definitely collapse first. What to do?"

The Hell King checked his condition and found that he was covered in minor wounds. Even his internal organs were slightly injured, and he couldn't help but be even more furious: "Boy, you are the first person to make this king such a wolf! This king originally wanted to play with you, but now it seems that you must die!"

After that, the Hell King began to attack with all his might, his body flashed, and he shouted: "This king also wants you to taste the taste of injury!"

Ling Huheng wanted to avoid it, but unfortunately he didn't have enough spare energy. The speed of the Hell King was too fast, but when his thoughts just turned, his fist had already reached his body, so that Hu Heng couldn't react at all!

If it was just now, maybe he could be on guard and still be able to dodge, but it's a pity that now Ling Hu Heng is exhausted, where can he still dodge? He was completely hit by the Hell King's angry punch and flew out of the way. Almost fell off a cliff.

Ling Hu Heng was dressed in a green robe, and he slashed through the mountains and rocks, and suddenly became tattered, like a beggar's outfit. Wu Zhen saw it. was so anxious that he shouted: "Senior brother can't stand it, I ......" I just wanted to rush up, but was pulled by Nalan Ruoxue and the silent Taoist. The silent Taoist said in a deep voice: "Ah Zhen, calm down. Ah Heng, he should have a back move!"

In fact, the silent Taoist himself has no score in his heart, and the cultivation of Hu Heng and the Hell King is far beyond him. He is nothing but blind. Does Ling Huheng really have a follow-up move?

Ling Hu Heng only had a wry smile in his heart, his biggest hole cards were used, how could he have a back move? He also wanted to have a back move, but the manpower was sometimes poor, even if he became an immortal, he was still unbeatable.

Ling Hu Heng climbed on the edge of the flat ground with one hand, while the Hell King slowly walked over, lifted Ling Hu Heng, threw it up, and then raised his leg high, and directly kicked Ling Hu Heng's chin. followed by a somersault, and another kick hit Ling Huheng's chest.

Ling Hu Heng was hit hard by this, and he couldn't help but cry out with an "ah", and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Ling Hu Heng's tragic situation, everyone was also excited, but fortunately, the silent Daoist stopped them, otherwise I don't know how many people were poisoned by the Hell King.

The Hell King was still beating Ling Hu Heng to his heart's content, and at the end of the kick kicked Ling Hu Heng's body away, kicked back to the middle of the flat ground, and said coldly: "Aren't you very majestic just now, why do you look like you are going to die now?"

Ling Hu Heng already wanted to fall, his body suffered a heavy blow, if he was not mistaken, the ribs in his body had been broken three times. Feeling unbearable pain when he moved, he struggled to stand up, trying to maintain the dignity of an immortal cultivator.

The Hell King looked at his useless efforts and said coldly, "This king has had enough, I'll send you to the Western Heaven now!" With that, he gathered the undead qi with his hands again.

Wu Zhen shouted angrily: "I can't help it......"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the silent Taoist knocked Wu Zhen unconscious with a knife in one hand, Wu Zhen's eyes widened, but he still slowly fell down, unconscious. The silent Taoist handed Wu Zhen to Nalan Ruoxue and said, "You take good care of Ah Zhen." ”

Nalan Ruoxue took Wu Zhen's burly body suspiciously, but found that the next moment the silent Daoist had already flown out of the sky, and exclaimed: "Silent Daoist, you ......"

The Hell King just wanted to give Ling Hu Heng the final blow, and Ling Hu Heng had already closed his eyes and was waiting to die, when a figure suddenly appeared in front of Ling Hu Heng, and several sword shadows spilled out towards the Hell King.

Although the Hell King was not afraid of swords and guns, these moves were extremely powerful, and he still avoided them, and the condensed undead qi also dissipated.

Ling Hu Heng opened his eyes and saw a back that he was extremely familiar with, this old Taoist priest who brought him into the world of cultivating immortals with one hand and taught him swordsmanship by hand, at this moment, Ling Hu Heng felt that his thin figure was extremely tall.

Ling Huheng couldn't help but shout: "Master, you go quickly!"

The Hell King's face was cold, and a violent breath gushed out: "It turns out that you are the master of this kid, very good, let's send you to the West Heaven together!"

Linghu Hengda shouted: "No!"

The silent Taoist said slowly: "Ah Heng, see clearly, the teacher is now teaching you this trick, it is called 'human and sword unity', you can watch it carefully." ”

Ling Hu Heng's eyes were already wet with tears, and he struggled, but the silent Daoist had already burned his life, turned into a sword, and galloped towards the Hell King......

How could Ling Hu Heng's cultivation not be able to see that the Daoist had already used the Yuan Shen out of the body to sacrifice the Imperial Sword Technique, but he had not survived the Heavenly Tribulation of Becoming an Immortal, this time there was no return, and the Yuan Shen would never return to the body. It can be seen from this that the silent Taoist has a heart of death.

Ling Hu Heng's tears were like a spring, and he couldn't help himself for a while. The silent Taoist shouted at this time: "Ah Heng, remember to bury the teacher in the green bamboo forest, don't erect a monument, I want a quiet place for the teacher!"

Hearing this, everyone around understood that silence was a tragic feat for people to sacrifice their lives for righteousness. For a while, the whole world was full of sorrow, and even the heavens and the earth seemed to change color.

Seeing the ferocity of the sword, the Hell King did not dare to be careless, and the undead spirit was exhausted, and layers of shackles were laid down. But the old Taoist priest poured the Yuan Shen into the fairy sword, how could it be easy to match him? Still like a dragon, breaking through the layers of shackles, and stabbing towards the Hell King!

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!

Ling Huheng saw this scene, he couldn't stop crying, and said in a choked voice: "Old Taoist...... Master......" (To be continued......)