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On the other hand, the cross-eyed thief also showed his might.

He is cunning and doesn't work head-on, holding his long and slender golden sword, running around the underground palace, seeing the opportunity, he stabs at the blood man's body, every blood hole is full of blood, like a character horoscope What Hu said, bloody people don't feel pain and are extremely difficult to kill, and the wounds and bloodstains heal very quickly, which also benefits from this deity, but in terms of resilience, it is still the old man in the python robe.

boom!boom!

The underground palace became more lively, and the gravel was flying.

In the past, it was three against one, but now it is three against three, two against the devil's blood fetus, one against the deity, and the battle situation!It should be equal, the Bazi Hu has the upper hand, the bloody man and bones flying all over the way, while the thief runs all over the underground palace, not daring to do it hard, and he is evenly matched with the bloody man.

Look at Zhao Yun, it's a bit miserable.

They are all in a demonized state, he is suppressed in all directions, and it is difficult to stop the offensive of the devil.

Although he was suppressed and beaten, his expression was calm and his eyes were calm. The big devil is strong, but he is not without barriers. It is true that the blood pool can increase the combat power, but there are criticisms. It needs to be fully integrated, so Only then can it be truly controlled, and the old man in the python robe obviously does not belong to this category. Before he was fully refined, he used his true energy indiscriminately.

Woohoo...!

The old man in the boa robe came again, and his ferocious smile was filled with pain.

As Zhao Yun said, he has indeed suffered a backlash. The demon's aura has become unstable, sometimes violent, sometimes sluggish, and the terrifying magic power hidden in the blood has invaded his limbs, internal organs, and eight meridians... down to the root It is also eroding, that is to say, even if he wins, even if he withdraws from the demonization, he will never improve his cultivation in his life, and he might become a useless person if he fails.

Great power comes at a price.

Zhao Yun is very clear about this, once the demonization fades away, it will be like a waste.

That is also a kind of backlash, and it will become extremely weak for a long time.

The old man in the python robe swung his magic knife and swept it out.

Zhao Yun didn't say a word, and fled to the ground in an instant, so as to avoid the lore.

Before the old man in the boa robe could force him out, he came out by himself, leaned forward for a moment, opened his mouth and heard a roar of dragons and tigers, which resonated with the martial soul, and the roar of thunder was added to the sound of dragons.

Well...!

The old man in the boa robe growled and groaned, and stepped back.

Zhao Yun chased after him one step at a time, grabbed one of the opponent's arms, and swung the whole body up.

Then, there was a bang, the ground was as hard as a rock, and the smashed stones collapsed, violently like a devil, and sprayed a mouthful of old blood. The secret technique of throwing people is practical everywhere, and the head of the Zhao family has already obtained Essence, along the way, there must be a dozen people who were killed by him.

The small book kiosks that book lovers used before have been hung up, and now they are basically using the app for changing the source artifact.

what....!

The old man in the boa robe howled angrily, and the rolling demon was surging, trying to shake Zhao Yun away.

Roar!

This dragon chant came against the wind, and the demon spirit that gushed out just now was crushed by its roar. The demon head of the Ksitigarbha Realm buzzed again for a moment, and this moment was enough for Zhao Yun to do many things, such as , and fell again, in fact, he had already done so, and this time he swung higher than the first time, his real energy surged, his waist and horse merged into one, and he smashed out a big hole in the shape of a human being.

boom!Roar!boom!

After this fall, the screen was bloody.

Zhao Yun went berserk, grabbed the devil's arm, and fell again and again. Every time he fell, there was a roar of dragons and tigers, and the howling devil's head buzzed. One mouthful was sprayed higher than the other. Looking at the ground, it was a large pit in the shape of a person, each of which was straighter than the other, and every broken stone was stained with the blood of the devil.

"Can you still... fight like this?"

Mustache swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At this moment, even the blood man who was chasing and killing him subconsciously glanced back. This deity was in severe pain, and he didn't feel very well. There were a few moments, and there were signs of exploding himself.

"It hurts to look at."

The cross-eyed thief has a heart pounding.

Zhao Yun is too natural, otherwise he would have become a mess.

what...!

The old man in the boa robe roared, and forcibly overwhelmed Zhao Yun with violent magic power.

Zhao Yun, however, was like a dog's skin plaster, and he stuck his body back in an instant. He had a proper set of holy fighting techniques. His moves were weird, but his moves were also overwhelming. His hands, feet, and knees... all became a fierce weapon. , forcibly pierced through the demon's body-protecting true element armor, and a real blow was more powerful than a single blow.

And his aura is really domineering.

Every time he uses the holy method of fighting, the blood in his whole body burns like fire, and every pore in his body swallows the essence of true essence, which strengthens the body and engraves it into the body, as if he is no longer a person, but a mass of flames, A group of flames torn apart by thunder and lightning, the fighting spirit is invincible to me.

This is the essence of the holy law.

Either don't fight, or fight all the way to death.

what....!

The demon leader could only scream. He was already being backlashed by the magic power, and now he didn't even have a chance to catch his breath. His eyes were full of fists, bombarding him wildly, and he couldn't stand still even after beating all the way.

The thief stopped.

Mustache stopped.

The two blood men also stopped.

In a three-on-three battle, all four of them seem to be spectators now. Is that true spirit realm?Is that Ksitigarbha?Is it the real spirit realm that is hammering the Tibetan realm?After so many years of practicing martial arts, it is the first time I have seen such a domineering close-quarters fight, bullying the body, and even the Ksitigarbha realm has no counter-hand strength. It is true that the devil is not in a good state, but it is not so unbearable!

"It's because he's too strong."

Regardless of the mustache, such a judgment was given.

The man in his mouth refers to Zhao Yun. From the beginning to the end, he has not seen any change in his expression. In his opinion, only those with extremely firm minds have such appearance. They must have experienced strong winds and waves, and even faced a demonized statue In the Ksitigarbha Realm, none of them showed the slightest timidity.

puff!

puff!

When they looked, the two blood men knelt down.

The deity was hammered and suffered backlash, and they were also affected, turning into a pool of blood on the spot.

puff!

After that, it was Zhao Yun who was overwhelmed again.

The old man in the python robe has disheveled hair, maybe he was beaten too hard, maybe he was thrown too painfully, his body has been distorted, and he has lost his human form. He still had a sliver of mind before, but now he has become a complete lunatic. It collapsed with a bang, and the berserk demon made more howls, and it was unknown whether it was from the old man in the python robe or the evil spirit from hell, which made the hair stand on end.

"Taking advantage of his illness." The mustache snorted coldly.

"To kill him." The thief added the rest of the sentence.

The two moved together, both holding killing swords, like a divine rainbow and a frightening light, one pierced from the demon head's chest to the back; the other pierced the devil's back to the chest with a sword.

kill!

The remaining power of the old man in the boa robe was still there, and the two of them were so shocked that they vomited blood and flew flying.

They knelt, and Zhao Yun bumped towards him like a sandbag. The old man in the python robe who hadn't stood still was knocked down on the spot. He wanted to stand up, but Zhao Yun slapped him back.

This True Spirit Realm rode on the Ksitigarbha Realm, clutching his collar with one hand, and clenched a bloody fist with the other. Between his palms and fingers, there was a black and yellow aura flowing, buffing his power, punching one after another.

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boom!boom!boom!

The underground palace trembled intermittently, every time Zhao Yun swung his fist, he trembled.

what...!

The roar of the old man in the python robe was full of tyranny.

It's a pity that howling loudly is useless, trying to get up...every time I was beaten back.

"Animals!"

Mustache stood up clutching his chest, and swallowed the blood he was about to spit out.

The thief on the opposite side was leaning on the wall, watching his heart thumping, not to mention the physical pain, just looking at it made his mother hurt, that true spirit realm, not only natural, but also bloody?

The howling sound disappeared at an unknown time.

Zhao Yun finally stopped.

Seeing the old man in the boa robe, he was not very comfortable. He was beaten and embedded in the floor, and he was also beaten back from the demonized state. His body was twisted and blood gushed continuously from his mouth.

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"You can't kill me, I... I'm a witch's man."

The dignified Tibetan state also reveals humility and pleading, and is also a master who is afraid of death.

He's not stupid, he still knows how to move backstage at this time, what if it works?Gotta try.

"Blood debt...needs to be paid with blood."

Zhao Yundan said, please show the tombstones of the villagers of Shanhe.

Accompanied by a bang, the tombstone fell on the old man in the python robe, killing him on the spot.

The corpses of the robbers were also released together, piled up into hills.

"No wonder there was such a big commotion, and no one came down from above."

Mustache and the thief murmured, it turns out that all the robbers in the mansion were taken care of by Zhao Yun.

"May you have spirits in heaven."

Zhao Yun placed an incense burner in front of the tombstone and inserted three sticks of musk.

At this point, he took a step back, collapsed on the ground, retreated from the demonized state, revealed a pale and bloodless face, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and there was no trace of strength in his body. There is no high-level explosion talisman, and it is really difficult to fight. He used the peak combat power, but was still beaten to the point of disability, and Dan Hai's true energy was completely consumed.

At this moment, even if an ordinary person punches him, he can be knocked down.

Fortunately, he won, and he paid the blood debt of the villagers with the life of the villain.

"You...really talented."

The character mustache came staggeringly, and gave Zhao Yun a thumbs up from a long distance away.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that a Ksitigarbha Realm was destroyed by a True Spirit Realm.

"This trip...was not in vain."

The thief laughed and fought a bloody battle, his mood changed.

Before Zhao Yun answered, he took a few mouthfuls of elixir and stuffed the pills into his mouth with all his might.

"It's not convenient for Fang to leave a name."

The thief poked Zhao Yun, and the two cross-eyed were still so upright.

"Ji Hen."

Zhao Yun said wearily, the name had already been thought of.

Ji Hen... is a homonym for remembering hatred, implying to remember hatred.

One day, he will use the lives of Zi Yihou and Yunfeng to pay homage to his father's spirit in heaven.

"To be honest, your name doesn't sound very nice, but mine is the loudest," said the thief.

"How loud."

Mustache picked up the jug casually, and poured it vigorously.

"My surname is Wang. When I mention my name, there is another story that I have to tell." The thief said meaningfully, "When my mother gave birth to me, a lightning bolt appeared and blew up my latrine."

"So!"

"So, my father named me: Wang Zha."

"Good name."

Mustache clicked his tongue.

Zhao Yun also subconsciously glanced sideways, this guy's name... is louder than that of the little black fat man.

Ok?

At the same moment, all three of them stood up abruptly, and someone came in.

Mustache's legs and feet were the most numb, and he rushed into the stone gate on the east side.

"This way."

Zhao Yun called out, he had figured out the passage before he came, and he knew the way out.

The thief hurriedly followed, and the mustache followed without even thinking about it. For some reason, after this battle, he believed in this little Wuxiu who was a true spirit, and his whole body was full of mystery.