Feng Yuan poured into the wound on the back of Liu Heng's hand through the blade, and was blocked by the thick fire element in his hand.

The wind fuels the fire.

The flames burst out, tearing open the narrow wounds, revealing scarlet flesh.

The sudden flame pushed Guan Dao aside.

The dark halberd stabbed at his waist and abdomen at this time, and just as the tip of the halberd was about to touch the armor belt wrapped around his waist, Liu Heng pursed his lips, and his right fist fell down like thunder.

A bloody fist slashed at the back of his hand and landed on the tip of the iron halberd.

Sparks splash.

The halberd trembled under the tremendous force, and the palm of the halberd holding the halberd shaft was torn apart in the shadow of the halberd that expanded from the halberd body.

The palm of the hand was almost split in two, but the five fingers were tightly bound to the halberd shaft as if they were rooted.

The halberd-wielding general's body slanted for a moment, and his bent knees touched the ground.

The general knelt on the hard ground, and the tip of the halberd cut through the Gang Yuan of the protective body, slashed through the silver skirt armor, and wiped out several clusters of sparks.

Liu Heng raised his left hand, bent his left arm, and stretched his palm over his right shoulder.

"Whew!"

The halberd broke through the air and fell into Liu Heng's left hand.

The five fingers clenched the halberd rod, Liu Heng's eyes showed a fierce look, and he slashed out horizontally with a halberd.

"Huh!"

The shadow of the halberd was like an arc-shaped red flame, and the sudden hair on the edge of the arc flame was like an incomparable divine blade, slashing towards the head of the kneeling general, and slashing at Pang Ming's chest.

The cracked orange armor was blasted into the sky by the blast yuan, and the head split by the yuan qi lay crookedly and hung around the neck.

The purple cuirass was cut out of a long, slanted slit that was several inches wide.

The gap crossed the bowl-like hole in Pang Ming's chest.

The blood was scattered like mist, but the person who knelt on the ground stood up in the blood mist, raised his untorn hand, and stabbed Liu Heng with the short gun in his hand.

The upper half of his body was almost cut in half by the red flame, but Pang Ming's face was expressionless, and the color on his cheeks did not change in the slightest.

His hands were lowered, and he swung the knife with the blade of the knife, slashing at Liu Heng's neck.

Two strong winds hit Liu Heng's back, and the hammer and giant axe broke through the wind.

A bunch of brilliant colored mangs are reflected on Liu Heng's left body, and there are three colors of red, brown and blue.

A long sword wrapped in red mangs like autumn water, a simple and unremarkable chopping knife surrounded by brown light, and a round hammer with blue mangs scattered around the body covered with just thorns, attacked at the same time.

The seven spiritual weapons arrived, and the mighty vitality rolled up in the air like ripples.

The pupils in Liu Heng's eyes immediately contracted, he let go of the halberd, the ten fingers of his hands were slightly bent, and the palms of his hands were relatively vertical in front of his chest at a distance of half a foot.

"Boom!"

The scorching red yuan passed through the cracked silver armor, and the surging red flame condensed around Liu Heng.

The gathered body guards turned from red to white.

In the bright white flames, Liu Heng's body only became a faint black shadow.

"Bang!"

Seven spirit soldiers struck the white flames almost simultaneously.

The white fire was slightly retracted, and then it spread out.

The white flames that spread out turned red, and the flames of the flames stirred in all directions.

"Boom!"

The seven people holding the spiritual weapon were all shaken apart by the scattered Gang Yuan, and the earth was shattered under the scattered fire element.

The flame-like fire around his body suddenly converged, and standing at the bottom of the shallow pit covered with long marks on the earth wall, Liu Heng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood rushed through the protective aura and splattered to the ground, drenching into the loose mud.

A green light flashed into the shallow pit and instantly arrived in front of Liu Heng.

The Guan Dao, which was glowing with blue light, slashed at Liu Heng's head from top to bottom.

Liu Heng's body paused slightly, and he quickly stretched out his right hand and stretched out to his side.

The long halberd scattered with red rays flew towards Liu Heng, and as soon as he held the halberd, the blade of the green blade had already touched his forehead.

The knife stopped in place.

Pang Ming, who was holding the knife, also stagnated in the slashing action in his hand.

"Did you play?"

The palm of the hand that lingered with the golden mangs tightly grasped the purple ring shoulder armor, and there was a playful look in the eyes of Yougen, who was standing behind Pang Ming.

The countless smoke and dust that were raised by the vitality fell towards the silver plate armor, and fell on the golden rays surrounding the plate armor.

It's like falling into a sea of gold.

Holding the iron blade, blood flowed from the palm of the torn hand of Gang Yuan, who was scattered, and Pang Ming's face, which maintained a fixed movement, distorted.

His distorted face was bleeding from all seven orifices.

Yougen tilted his head sideways, took a step forward, and walked to Pang Ming's side.

Looking at the distorted face beside him that was bleeding from seven orifices, Yougen put away the contempt on his face and frowned slightly.

Just as he frowned, the blood in Pang Ming's eyes quickly faded.

There was a look of pain in his black and white eyes, and there was a trace of doubt and confusion in the pain.

After a moment of silence, Yougen raised his right hand clenched into a fist and punched Pang Ming's face hard.

The fist wrapped around the golden glitter turned into a golden shadow in the extreme speed, but it fell into the air.

Feeling the right fist that had been stretched out but had no strength and the left hand that was empty, there was a vertical line between the eyebrows that was more tightly engraved, and he turned his head in some surprise, and glanced behind him.

"Hiss~!"

His legs dragged two trails across the cracked pit wall, which continued to the edge of the shallow pit.

Holding the knife bar with both hands, Pang Ming clenched his teeth, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the cloth shoes on his feet were also rubbed into rags along the way.

Guan Dao, who drew runes, kept trembling in Pang Ming's hands.

Pang Ming's eyes were still clear, and there was obvious horror in those eyes that radiated essence.

"How?"

Liu Heng's face showed a look of mockery, he took a step forward and walked to Yougen's side.

"Got off?"

"I haven't played it all over again. ”

Turning around, Yougen looked at Pang Ming, who had retreated to the edge of the pit and regained his senses, with a look of surprise on his face.

"It's just that this guy seems to be different from everyone else. ”

Liu Heng was slightly stunned, then looked at the other generals standing at the edge of the pit, and his face suddenly showed doubt.

"yes, why didn't the others move?"

Hearing this, Yougen's eyes rolled slightly, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Pang Ming, and turned his head to Liu Heng.

"I mean, this guy's eyes ......"

After a pause, Arigen closed his mouth and looked at the other generals surrounding the shallow pit.

At this time, he found six people holding spirit soldiers and standing around like statues.

A grotesque feeling suddenly rose in his heart, and he swallowed the saliva in his mouth.

"Buzz~!"

The eerie sight didn't last long.

There was a continuous sound all around, and the six generals holding the spirit weapons did not move, but all the spirit weapons of the drawing talisman kept trembling, except for the toothed ancient halberd in Liu Heng's hand.

Staring at his eyes, Yougen turned his head, and looked at the double-strand iron thorns in the air beside him with a somewhat dull gaze, exuding Lei Yuan all over his body, and constantly trembling.

With a pout, one of them reached out and quickly grabbed at the thorn handle.

He didn't catch it.

The iron thorn that lingered around Mo Liang Lei Yuan broke through the golden rays that bound the sashimi and flew diagonally into the sky.

At the same time, except for the Guan Dao in Pang Ming's hand that emitted blue light, the remaining sixteen kinds of inscription rune spirit weapons all flew towards the sky.

The spirit soldiers in the hands of the six generals surrounding the shallow pit all flew out of their hands, and the explosive Chiyuan, which had been suppressed for a long time, immediately erupted from the bodies of the six people.

Six bodies were torn apart by the explosion and fell to the ground.