Zhou He's face was shocked, and the arm holding the axe shaft kept trembling.

In the vitality of the sudden riot, countless swords slashed through.

Gray-brown mountains appeared around the body, and a large amount of vitality was circulating rapidly in the meridians in the body, in order to affect the behemoth of the ground, Zhou He suddenly felt that his steps weighed more than 10,000 catties, and every half step was difficult and abnormal.

But he had to back off.

Cultivators in the world, all those who cultivate the earth element, fighting speed is not their strength.

Facing the rushing Guan Dao, Zhou He danced the giant axe in his hand at full speed.

Towards the sword light, he slashed out several axe shadows that showed dim yellow in the firelight, Zhou He gritted his teeth, and every time he retreated, he smashed the ground.

But the sword light still penetrated through the gap between the shadows of the axe.

In an instant, the golden sword had slashed Zhong Zhou and Lao Lao's bodies dozens of times, but only left six scars on the old man's body.

Four on the chest and two on the abdomen.

Every wound was bloody, and no bone was visible in every wound.

Knowing that he couldn't hurt Zhou He's bone marrow, Yougen began to focus on attacking Zhou He's soft belly.

Repeatedly wounded, but the injuries are not serious.

Every time I swung the axe, it felt like I was in the air.

Zhou Hejian frowned, and his feet stomped vigorously on the ground.

The pestle of the foot spreads the burning soil, and the black fuel oil is squeezed out on top of each other in the scattered soil, and the fire burns more vigorously around the circumference and the sole of the foot.

The old man stood still like a rooted tree.

It has already collapsed, and the scattered mountains are reshaped around the old man's body.

"Click!"

The stacked mountains blocked a golden sword that stood still in Zhou He and through the gap between the axe shadows.

Gripping the knife tightly, the blood-stained Yougen figure paused slightly, and immediately jumped backwards.

Yougen's feet had just landed again, and the brown axe shadow was approaching the door in front of him.

"Whew!"

The wind was whistling in his ears, and he was strong in his natural vitality, and he took advantage of his strength to attack Zhou He with hundreds of knives.

At this time, there was only a numb arm and a sharp pain all over the body.

Facing the shadow of the axe that was about to reach the face, Yougen, who was half-squatting on the ground, shook off the knife in his hand, and quickly formed the eagle mark above his head with both hands.

The Guan Knife with the golden Yuan Gang surging around his body broke through the air, like a sword qi blade sprinting past the edge of the brown axe shadow.

The protective body comes out through the body, forming a golden light curtain in front of the root face.

The shadow of the axe slashed down on the golden curtain, easily slashing through the rooted body protection aura.

Yougen had parted his hands that had been sealed above his head, and the ten fingers of his hands were slightly bent towards each other.

"Woo~!"

The howl of a beast like a tiger's roar resounded through the night sky illuminated by the firelight.

The arms holding the round axe suddenly felt resistance, and watched the shadow of the landed axe slash down on Yougen's hand.

Zhou He didn't have time to get excited, let alone enjoy the joy of victory.

The white light lit up under the shadow of the axe, and the golden sword stabbed towards Zhou He's face.

The golden mangs stabbed at the stacked mountains, and the thick golden Gangyuan shattered the stacked mountains that Zhou He relied on to forge with a behemoth.

There was no longer Yuan Gang to block it, and there was no Yuan Gang's blessed spirit soldier to quickly stab at the old man's head.

The old man, who was holding an axe in both hands, had no choice.

He clenched his left hand into a fist and quickly reached in front of his face, striking open the speeding Guan knife.

With only one hand, he couldn't hold down the axe.

Can't hold back the roots that use supernatural powers.

The shadow of the axe shattered, and a root leaped up.

His supernatural powers have still not been learned, but the light cocoon gathered in his hand has been condensed like a stone surface.

The shadow of the axe shattered, but the light cocoon did not crack.

Zhou He's right arm, which held the handle of the axe, extended from the tiger's mouth to the arm, and it was also cracked.

In this wound, bones were seen.

Blood stained the old man's armarmor and torn robe.

Zhou He, who suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand, frowned, and grabbed the double-sided round axe with his left hand.

Yougen pounced on the top of Zhou He's head, and his clawed hands pushed the light cocoon towards Zhou He.

Then, the light cocoon in Yougen's hand broke apart.

"Whew!"

A blinding golden bundle burst out of the cocoon.

The golden beam easily broke through the opening of the week and hastily gathered around the body.

In the end, Zhou He could only erect the round axe in front of the golden bundle with one hand.

With the momentum of destroying everything, Jin Shu quickly snatched the round axe from Zhou He's hand.

The axe blocked the golden Yuan Gang, but everything with the brown armor fell into the old man's chest.

"Poof!"

opened his mouth and spat out black blood, and Zhou He's figure staggered back three steps.

The golden mangs were scattered in front of the axe, and the old man did not fall.

Yougen landed in front of the old man, waving his hand to summon the iron sword.

One run, one jump.

Yougen raised the Guan Knife towards the old man's stiff body, and the golden light surrounding the Guan Knife illuminated the dim firelight.

Reaching out to his chest, blood continued to spurt out of Zhou He's mouth, and the old man withered and knelt into the fire.

The iron knife slashed at Zhou He's head.

"Boom!"

The blade slashed at the six-sided cube of the hammer strewn with steel spikes, sending sparks flying in all directions.

"Squeak~!"

The furious Thunder Gang Yuan poured out of the surface of the iron hammer, and the two Yuan Qi collided and struck each other between the two spiritual weapons.

Both kinds of vitality are explosive and abnormal, and their attributes are not compatible.

Feeling the force transmitted from the long handle of the hammer to his hands, the burly man in blue armor standing in front of Zhou He widened his eyes like copper bells.

After a moment of stalemate, the big man let out a loud shout and swung the giant hammer in his hand.

The huge force struck, and one of them was caught off guard, and it flew backwards involuntarily like a dead leaf swept by the wind.

By the time Yougen's legs landed again, there were more than two people standing in front of him.

A gorgeous red kai, in the fire, is like a rose blooming in a redbud bush, showing cold and noble.

General Feng stood to the left of Zhou He, holding the Guan Dao with tadpole runes painted on the blade in one hand.

He turned his head to look at Zhou He, who was kneeling in the fire, and looked at the blurred hood around the old man's body.

"Old fellow, what a mess. ”

Looking directly at Yougen with an expressionless face, the red glow in General Feng's eyes pierced the protective gang around him.

"This kid!"

The arm holding the hammer handle trembled slightly, and the burly man gritted his teeth, curled his lips, and leaked out two rows of white teeth under his lips.

"It's not easy. ”

"Of course. ”

General Feng, who had been looking at Yougen, chuckled lightly and raised his chin haughtily.

"After all, it's all with knives. ”

"Bang. ”

The axe, which had almost sunk into the old man's chest, fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood continued to pour out from the axe-like wound.

Zhou He's face was pale without the slightest blood, and his body kneeling on the ground moved slightly, making him even more thin and weak.

"Hey. ”

General Feng turned his head to look at Zhou He again, and then moved his gaze to the burly man standing to Zhou He's right.

"The old guy doesn't seem to be able to heal himself. ”

"We have to move fast. ”

"Humph!"

The burly man snorted coldly, turned his head and glared into General Feng's eyes.

"You're on!"

Less command Lao Tzu.

Facing the provocative gaze of the big man, General Feng frowned elegantly.

He swept the knife in his hand and turned his head.

But I could only see the back of Yougen running into the distance.