Xia Zhanhong used a holy-level puppet to break through the encirclement with one move. While rushing out, a loud tremor came from behind. Wei Tai and the young man Yijing had a fight.

In this battle, the young man suddenly showed horror. Wei Tai was just a semi-saint and méiyou was promoted to the holy level. However, not only was the opponent seriously injured and repelled by Ziji, but his hands were numb.

"Such strong combat power..." The young man showed an incredible look. The holy level is a big threshold, which is very different from the holy level below. "Please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!. Even if the acupoints connected by Yijing reach the peak of the semi-saint, they cannot compete with the holy level warrior who successfully breaks the pill, and the power of the true power and the power of the spirit gods merge to form the true essence.

Although unexpectedly, the young man jingyàn was extremely rich. mǎshàng reacted, raised his right hand and pointed it into a sword, and pointed it forward. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Everyone should pay attention, kill Xia Zhanhong with all his strength..."

Xia Zhanhong, who had just rushed out of the siege, was also shouting: "Distract quickly! Get out of your hands and send a message to the sect!" As he spoke, his figure kept rushing towards the deep mountains. The other four people were divided into four directions.

"Drink!" Hearing the young man's order, he roared wildly below, and at least a dozen half-saints chased Xia Zhanhong.

And this shihou, a three-foot green edge shot out from the young man's fingertips, headed straight for Wei Tai, and quickly grew bigger in the air.

"Sky Wolf Sword!" A sword broke through the air, and the long sword that had been magnified a hundred times cut a clear mark in the space, and instantly arrived in front of Wei Tai.

"High Treasure!" Wei Tai raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly, his expression was extremely solemn, his whole body was filled with white light, and he punched him towards the tip of the sword.

"Boom~" the space vibrated, and the circular impact wave suddenly spread out. The inner disciples and three middle-aged people who fought against each other were affected to resist the fierce aura.

The power of this attack was more than ten times greater than before. Wei Tai could no longer resist it. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and was beaten back hundreds of meters and crashed into the forest.

"Leave two people to entangle them, and the other one goes to chase and kill the other ones. I go and kill Xia Zhanhong!" The young man injured Wei Tai with a sword. Without stopping, he gave an order and chased him directly towards the deep mountains. In the blink of an eye, he surpassed his semi-saints.

When the three middle-aged men heard this, one of them quickly pulled out and found the right direction and flashed away.

The other two middle-aged people entangled the two inner disciples of Dingtian Sect...

Xia Zhanhong's wings swelled, and a phantom was swiftly passing through the forest like a rustling sound like a flowing water.

However, he got rid of the youth, and just now he was as fast as a flash of lightning. From Xia Zhanhong breaking through the siege to the youth tracking, he had less than two breaths in total.

Not far behind Xia Zhanhong, the young man followed him like a shadow, getting closer and closer. The speed advantage of the Saint-level is not something that the wings can make up for. In addition, the two breaths of shijiān were originally far behind the young man, so Xia Zhanhong was soon chased by the other party to within a hundred meters.

Eighty meters, fifty meters, twenty meters... After several breaths, the young man suddenly exerted his strength and swept over Xia Zhanhong's head.

"You still want to escape in the hands of the Saint-level! Receive your fate..." The young man laughed loudly, his voice vibrated the mountains and forests, and his five fingers stretched down like hooks. A huge palm of more than ten meters appeared out of thin air and grabbed Xia Zhanhong's head.

"Is it the news that Pang Zan sent to you?" Xia Zhanhong's wings shook, raised his head suddenly, and asked loudly.

"Do you think I will tell you... Just be a fool today!" The young man laughed proudly, exerting his strength, his huge palm crushed the space, making a loud bang, and the branches and leaves flew everywhere.

"Hmph! Do you think that the Saint-level cultivation can definitely control me!" Xia Zhanhong sneered and waved upwards, and countless dark ghost claws gushed upwards like springs.

The hairs stood up and sniffed, as if torn apart the space, and the huge palms that fell were torn to pieces. Countless black claw prints were flying like bats covering the sky, rushing towards the young man in the air.

"If you don't tell me, I will not find a second person who targets me like this, except Pang Zan... If you betray the sect like this, if you betray this way, you will definitely let him go..."

"Hahahaha..." The young man laughed out loud, not caring about the attacking claw prints, and shouted: "You still want to go back... You are too naive! Since someone has a message to us, why can't I kěnéng and zhidào?... You don't think about it, you have a holy puppet, why do I still chase you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of hideousness suddenly appeared in the young man's smile, and a yellow light of shaking hands flew out.

"Bronze Cauldron, collect!" With a shout, the yellow lusè light turned into a three-legged cauldron in the air and turned downwards. The ghost claws and holy-level puppets in the sky were all covered in it.

In an instant, Xia Zhanhong's consciousness seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and a buzzing sound came from his mind, and his mind was a little blurred in an instant. The connection with the holy-level puppet was also interrupted at this moment.

"This is a shime-level treasure. Could it be a treasure?" Xia Zhanhong was shocked. This bronze tripod really shocked him.

"Hahahaha... méiyou has a holy-level puppet, I think you have any support... The emperor level condenses into a divine mind, it's really awesome! But unfortunately, I'm going to die. The dead genius is not even a shime in the end..."

Looking at Xia Zhanhong with a sharp change in expression, the young man's smile became even more proud. He raised his hand and pointed out his finger sword. The Tianlang Sword Heavy Treasure was displayed again!

Xia Zhanhong pointed his tongue hard, stabilized his consciousness, stared at the giant sword that turned into a hundred meters and fell down. His sharp breath made his forehead hurt, and his entire head was about to be broken.

However, Xia Zhanhong did not retreat and dodge and escape. This sword was not a phantom, but was implemented, and it must be a treasure. Moreover, as the giant sword moves forward, the momentum accumulates more and more. If you want to avoid it, it will probably not only avoid it, but it will also make the momentum on the sword stronger.

"You are so happy too early! Méiyou puppet, don't even think of succeeding!" Xia Zhanhong suddenly shouted, exerting force on his whole body, and a stinging sound, all his clothes were raised high, and the tense muscles were broken, and the dark gold color filled his two arms.

"Bang~" Xia Zhanhong squatted down, kicked his legs and suddenly ejected, and his fists drew dark golden arcs in the air.

"Dangdangdangdang..." A series of dense sounds of gold and iron clashing, like raindrops, and the speed of the giant sword falling slowed down.

"Yeah!" The young man frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, the power of this sword was actually dissolved by Xia Zhanhong with his fist.

At this moment, Xia Zhanhong spit out a breath of blood, and his body was like a dragon, circling the giant sword that slowed down, and rushed to the young man in an instant.

"Want to fight in close combat, do you want to take advantage of your physical advantages? No nàmerongyi!" The young man sneered, and his whole body became shiny, and a dazzling light radiated from his body surface, bounced away the approaching Xia Zhanhong.

"How many treasures are there in this bastard's hand..." Xia Zhanhong cursed in his heart, flipped his wrist, colorful flames rose, and the spear buzzed and trembled.

"Boy! Do you really think ziji can fight with the holy level!" The young man smiled disdainfully, pointed his right sword in succession, and the entire space churned, and sword energy shot towards Xia Zhanhong.

Xia Zhanhong's eyes widened, and each of the sword energy he gave him was not under the heavy treasure sword just now, so ziji would definitely not be able to take it.

The sword energy was so fast that it was beyond imagination. Almost as the young man raised his hand, he approached Xia Zhanhong, and he could not do anything to avoid it.

"Ling'er!" Xia Zhanhong shouted in a deep voice, and a blue smoke suddenly spread out! (To be continued.)

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