CHAPTER XXI

The man in red was like a god of war, domineering, indomitable, and went forward to kill the hunchbacked old man.

The hunchbacked old man's expression did not change, as if he had long expected that it would be impossible for the demon hand to kill the man in red.

He turned and boarded his chariot, which was worn out and full of traces of war, but still roamed the world under the control of the old man.

The old man took off in his chariot and swooped down on the man in red.

"Boom!" The man in red did not show weakness, raised his fist and smashed it on the chariot.

Like striking iron, there was a clanging sound, and the man in red took a few steps back, and the momentum of the chariot was interrupted and stopped.

This blow seemed to be slightly superior to the old man, but in fact it was evenly matched, if it weren't for the chariot being too strong, it would have been pierced by a punch a long time ago.

The man in red stopped his figure and rushed over again, as if he was not dying.

His eyes were as black as ink, a phoenix was hovering in the flames behind him, and the man in red dodged, wanting to cross the chariot and kill the hunchbacked old man directly.

The old man sealed his hands and pointed at the chariot, and a curtain of light rose up, wrapping him and the chariot as one.

The man in red did not stop, and he raised his fist against the light curtain and smashed it, with a bang, like an earthquake, and the earth trembled.

Seeing that the light curtain in front of him was unharmed, the second and third punches came one after another.

At this moment, nothing could stop the man in red from killing the hunchbacked old man.

After smashing dozens of punches in a row, the light curtain finally cracked, and it was about to be unable to support it.

The last punch fell, and the light curtain emitted by the chariot finally shattered, and the fist of the man in red smashed into the old man's chest.

However, there was no imaginary sense of blow, the punch smashed into the air, and the hunchbacked old man was gone.

The man in red paused, turned around and left, he knew that the old man was not only unmatched in combat power, but also immersed in the secret art of formation for many years.

But it was still a step too late, and a curtain of light rose on the ground around him, and even the sky was blocked, trapping the man in red.

This light curtain is similar to the light curtain of the chariot just now, and the light curtain was broken after dozens of punches, and the time for these dozens of punches to go down was enough for the old man to slaughter the entire battlefield.

The man in red hated and was angry, seeing that the hunchbacked old man had already moved, once he was let go, it would be a tiger into the flock.

Before he had time to think about it, the flames behind the man in red suddenly rose three or four feet high, and the phoenix, which was still hovering in the flames just now, flew out directly, waving its wings like a heavenly sword at this light curtain.

Stabbed, it only took one moment, the light curtain was vulnerable, and it shattered directly, and the man in red was like electricity, and finally stopped the hunchbacked old man.

Looking at the man in red in front of him, a trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, as if he didn't expect him to come out so quickly.

But he didn't panic, he raised his hand and drew a circle, which was originally drawn in nothingness, but as the old man connected the end to the end, the circle really appeared.

Facing the man in red, the seemingly weak aperture is actually extremely tough, and once it is trapped, it is very difficult to break free.

The man in red was not afraid, but took the initiative to attack, stretched out a pair of light wings from his back, and with a slight fanflap, the aperture was resisted, and he could not move forward a bit.

Although he didn't feel the presence of wind, the aperture was indeed blocked by strange energy and couldn't move forward.

The man in red didn't even look at the aperture, and pointed at the hunchbacked old man like a sword.

The energy between heaven and earth was furious, and all of them gathered at the man's fingertips, like the sharpest sword tip in the world, stabbing at the hunchbacked old man.

Before one finger arrived, the man in red waved three fingers in succession, sealing the hunchbacked old man's retreat.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, the hunchbacked old man was not panicked, and raised his hand to quickly depict it in the air, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, the two of them were not far away, and their fingers were extremely fast.

But before the finger mangs arrived, the hunchbacked old man still completed some kind of ritual, and when the last stroke was completed, strange veins appeared in the void.

These black veins condensed into a large cocoon, tightly wrapping the hunchbacked old man, and at the same time, resisting the four fingers without harm.

In the void, there are also black veins that appear one by one, merging into the cocoon.

The peculiar cocoon grew bigger and bigger, and finally burst open with a pop.

The hunchbacked old man inside was gone, or the appearance of the hunchbacked old man had changed, and he had become a man in black with a tall posture.

From the appearance of an old man, to a man in black, not only the change of appearance, but also the momentum has become fierce.

The man in black's face was full of black lines, shining brightly, and without waiting for the man in red to make any moves, he rushed directly to kill.

is no longer like just now, blindly dodging, not taking the initiative to attack, now he wants to compete with the man in red!

"Boom!"

The fists and palms intersected, the ground shook, and the overflowing energy tore apart the surrounding void, and the two of them retreated at the same time, and fought together in an instant.

The man in black shot fiercely, like a beast, and every blow could pierce a star.

The man in red did not show weakness, he was domineering between his gestures, never evaded, and every blow was a real confrontation.

The man in red let out a clear roar, and the flames behind him soared a few feet high, and the phoenix behind him struck out horizontally, waving its wings at the man in black.

The man in black didn't dodge, his arms were horizontal, and he just resisted the wings like a heavenly sword.

When! The blow went down, and although the man in black resisted, his arms were numb, and his reaction was a little slower.

The man in red had already approached and raised his hand to point.

This finger has been secretly accumulated by the man in red for a long time, and it is extremely powerful, enough to seriously injure the man in black.

Seeing that the finger had come to him, the man in black turned around very strangely.

It's just that the upper body is turned, and the head and legs are still the same, only the chest and back are strangely swapped.

A layer of back armor emerged, and the fingers of the man in red also fell.

With a bang, the man in black flew out directly, clearing the entire battlefield out of a path through, and everywhere he passed, whether it was a person or something else that he touched, all of them were knocked out by him.

In the distance, the man in black finally stopped, stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood, to the surprise of the man in red, this finger did not kill him.

The man in black had anger in his eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and killed it again.

Although that finger was injured, at this level, as long as he didn't die, no matter how serious the injury was, he could recover.

It seems to be an extremely long distance, and the man in black has already killed in an instant.

The man in red frowned, this finger was unsuccessful, it was not so easy to kill him.

Glancing at the battlefield slightly, there were only a few small areas of people still fighting, basically the masters of both sides, the core figures.

The two fought together in close quarters, and the man in black was like a madman, every move and every style was a way of exchanging injuries for injuries and exchanging lives for lives.

The man in red did not show weakness, if you want to change, then change, see who fell first in the end.

After hundreds of rounds, the man in black was covered with scars, and even the foundation was injured.

The man in red is also not optimistic, without the calmness just now, the injury is not light, the phoenix behind him has also withered away, the phoenix's beak is also cracked, and there is blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

"Roar!" A loud roar, the man in black rushed over again, and the man in red was silent, and his hands began to seal.

The printing method is strange, as if it can confuse time and space, every time the man in red forms a handprint, time seems to go back a moment, several seals are formed, and a colorful time tunnel appears in front of the man in red.

As soon as he appeared, a suction force came out, coming towards the man in black.

This time tunnel can exile enemies into the turbulence of time and space, leaving them lost forever and never to be able to get out again.

With the temporary effect of this suction force on the man in black, the man in red had already dodged behind him, and a seemingly simple push was even more powerful than his fingers.

This time the man in black flew directly to the space-time tunnel, and the man in black, who could have struggled, was injured again because of his serious injuries, and he was powerless at this moment, so he could only watch himself get closer and closer to the space-time tunnel, and finally was finally devoured.

The space-time tunnel and the man in black disappeared in place, and the man in red stumbled, almost unable to stand still.

His injuries were not light, and he had paid too much for this secret technique, and he didn't want to use it until he had to.

Seeing that the man in red was not lightly injured, the people from the opposite camp wanted to come to assassinate him, although most of them were blocked, but there were always one or two who killed him.

They laughed maniacally, as if they had taken off the head of the man in red.

However, the next moment, they couldn't laugh, they simply raised their hands and pointed at them, even if the man in red was seriously injured, he was still incomparable.

The two people who rushed forward were killed by his fingers, and they were wiped out, and no one dared to think about it anymore, so they could only watch the man in red rise in the air and leave this battlefield.