At this time, the vitality above his head was shaking more and more violently, and the figures of those who were fighting could already be seen in the sky, Yang Zhao and Lian Yi and Yun Luan looked at each other, and they had their own plans in their hearts.

In the end, it was the one who spoke first: "Don't let others be fishermen! Within twelve hours, don't do anything, but don't separate either, how?"

Yun Luan's face was pale, but her ice blue eyes were still quite bright, she held the ground with one hand and smiled lowly: "Good ......"

Before the words fell, a figure flashed in the corner of his eye, and the three of them turned their heads at the same time, just to see a face that was quite familiar, but at this time they were the most unwilling to see!

The three of them cried out at the same time, dozens of feet apart, and the pale old face of the old black man was first surprised and ecstatic, and finally, under the domination of hatred, distorted.

"Let's go!"

Without any hesitation, the three of them did not hesitate to regain the little strength they had just regained, bounced up and ran wildly towards the depths of the jungle.

The old man was still a little hesitant, but when he saw this, why didn't he understand?

Yang Zhao and Yun Luan and the jumpsuit's figures immediately merged and separated, escaping in three different directions.

The old man black swept his eyes, made a decision, and did not hesitate, as soon as his body turned, he locked on Yang Zhao, and his speed increased again, and the distance between the two was shortened in a blink of an eye.

There are still seven or eight zhang away, and the old black man is already standing in the sky, and the true yuan is like a raging wave, adding layers and pressing down.

Before the strong pressure came, Yang Zhao was a little out of breath, and glanced back in a hurry, only to see that where the True Yuan frenzy passed, a hundred trees were broken. Swept by the front, the grass and trees turned to ashes, and there were twelve points of yin poison in the rage.

Cursing in his heart, Yang Zhao still didn't dare to turn his back to meet this blow, breaking through the Yuan Infant Stage, his body was already able to stand in the air, only to see him spin in the air, and when the frenzy came, he reversed forward to meet it.

The blowing wind made his face hurt, and Yang Zhao's face turned slightly pale. Stirred by a strong wind. His injuries also have a tendency to recover.

But the action was still made after all, and the Purple Void True Intent expanded and contracted at once, effectively pushing away the extraterrestrial magic power whistling in the wind, in a series of fine true element collisions. His figure slanted into the dense forest on the side.

The black old man's ability to control the true yuan is still commendable. Although Yang Zhao unexpectedly wiped the shockwave from the front. But he still didn't escape from his strain range, after all, Yang Zhao and his cultivation were too different.

He let out a deep sigh, and his qi and blood shifted. The seemingly indomitable raging waves were like crashing into a group of giant reefs, suddenly reversing and turning sideways, shifting direction without a hint of stagnation, and rushing forward again.

This series of transitions is like flowing water, so smooth that even if Yang Zhao is not in the mood, he must praise in the face of this hand.

However, like the black old man's pure control power, Yang Zhao's calculations are also more than enough.

Before the howling wind swept in, he saw his body jump, and there was thunder above the starry sky, and then Yang Zhao's body disappeared into the earth with these dozens of thunderbolts.

"What kind of escape is this?"

Seeing more than ten giant trees turned to ashes by the magic of the sky, the old man black was not proud, just now thanks to his quick reaction, otherwise these thunderstorms outside the sky would have surrounded him.

After breathing a sigh of relief, his gaze was cold, his body suddenly moved forward, and with the qi that had been locked, he also chased after him again.

There were thunderstorms in the sky, and the battlefield of those powerful men was in the ascendant, compared to the chase battle in the jungle was far inferior in momentum, but it was more tense and exciting.

"Human child, you can't run away!"

The old man remained calm, and while he was tracking, he tried every means to confuse his opponent's mind.

This human is undoubtedly a cunning little ghost, but now that he is injured, his mood must be in a relatively disordered state, if it can make him more afraid or impetuous, it will undoubtedly save him a lot of energy.

One was in the sky, the other was underground, and in the blink of an eye, they had passed through more than ten miles of jungle.

As if to match their rhythm, the airbursts in the sky became more and more dense, and the continuous sound waves were superimposed and deafening, and the jungle below also rattled.

The old man could see clearly that this human was still seriously injured after all, and the fierce movements had become an extremely heavy burden.

After running ten miles in a retreat, his qi suffocated suddenly, and the old man black seized this excellent opportunity, let out a low roar, his body swept down like an eagle falcon, and slapped it on the ground with a heavy palm.

Immediately after that, the figure bounced up and fell, repeating the previous action seven times in an instant.

The magic power of the outside of the sky penetrated through the earth, destroying a single vitality within a radius of dozens of zhang.

Under such pressure, Yang Zhao finally couldn't hide, and in the scream, he catapulted up, and under the urging of death, he met him fearlessly.

The old man black's eyes were hideous: "Die!"

The sky thundered and exploded, shaking even the ground, Yang Zhao seemed to be shaken, his body froze, and he actually fled to the side, and his courage was completely gone.

It's just that under the traction of the qi machine, the momentum of the black old man soared, and the power of the flying sword in his hand was fully opened, and in the howl of all the ghosts crying together, the palm of his hand was deviated, and the void was gone.

There was a muffled sound of "poof", and the old man thought it was the strange sound of Yang Zhao turning to ashes, but the next moment, the back of his head was cold and burst in, destroying a nerve connection in his brain.

At the same time, several weak palm prints on his chest slapped on his chest, and the surging yin fire instantly staggered and changed, tearing apart his protective body in an instant, and burning his internal organs into charcoal.

At this point, there is once again one less person who has some hatred with Yang Zhao in the Polar Realm.

"Waste is waste!"

Yun Luan and Lianyi smiled and landed on a branch and leaf that grew horizontally, and looked at them condescendingly, it was they who seemed to be in harmony, silently returning to help, and then using Yang Zhao to confuse the black old man, and finally inflicted a fatal blow.

Yang Zhao came out from behind the black old man, sighed and said, "I'm really tired!"

There is some fun in these words, what kind of character is the black old man, but he was guided by Yang Zhao and them to change the direction of his palm, and because of this, the door was wide open and he gave his life.

He took a breath and said, "Although in your eyes, he is nothing more than waste wood, but if there are one or two more such waste wood, I am afraid that our situation will not be good." I wonder what you can do?"

"Just like this time, just work together!"

Yang Zhao laughed dryly and said, "Yes, yes!"

That being said, the eyes of the three of them flashed with a cold glow of half trust and half suspicion.

At this moment, a wave of air explosions that were far more violent than any previous ones erupted like a volcano, instantly spanning a distance of several miles, and swept past the three of them. (To be continued......)