At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the sword aims at the plain.

A great battle has been activated to a certain extent. More than ten immortal kings took action and fought fiercely in the nine heavens. Zhaoming's appearance added some variables to the battle.

A sub-saint challenged an immortal king. Even if the immortal king was the weakest in everyone's heart, it was enough to make everyone look forward to the final result of this battle.

Water and fire blend, as if the yin and yang energy are filled with the battlefield. According to legend, the power of water controls the power of fire control, and it seems that it has changed here.

The furnace body refining **, the flame technique, the flame Taoist pattern, the demon king's battle body... Zhaoming's martial arts are all extraordinary skills. After the battle at the Bugui Cliff, he no longer feared the power of water. The karma fire illusion made him no longer believe that the power of fire will be restrained by the power of water.

As the man in the black cloak said, if the power of fire running is strong enough, let alone anything else, even the power of water running is just used to make it stronger.

Cang Yanjie bombarded Xiangjiu's iron fist, and the power exploded, which made Zhaoming's body and speed. However, the power of Cang Yanjie burst also made Xiangjiu's face dark. Under the scorching flames, he actually felt severe pain.

Although it was not a big deal, he showed him a message that the other party had the strength to injure him.

Zhao Ming, who was knocked away, did not wait until his blood and energy were calmed down. He returned to Xiangjiu's body with fire escape. He held his hands firmly, raised it above his head, and a beam of light descended.

"The pillar of aurora shines through the mountains and rivers!"

Holding his hands firmly, he directly blasted Xiangjiu's chest. The light and rain filled the battlefield. It affected countless witch clans and demon clans, with heavy casualties.

"Even if you are supernatural powers, what can you do if you are not strong enough?" Xiang Jiu snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped Zhaoming's hands directly.

This palm did not directly impact the force, but used a soft force to absorb Zhaoming and resolve its power while restricting its movements.

Then he saw the power of water flowing surge, turning into a shocking craze. He wrapped around Zhaoming's huge body, not only trying to trap him, but also covering all the light and rain in the sky.

The so-called combat power, magical power and Taoist practice are indispensable. One is a world-class magical power, and the other is a world-class magical power that is pressing over the Taoist practice. It is like a force breaking ten ways. Before the nearly qualitative change of Taoist practice, even the world-class magical power is broken in an instant.

Seeing that the power of water flow was about to wrap himself up in an instant, Zhaoming did not dare to be careless. Although he was sucked by the power of water flow, he still used the fire escape technique to escape from Xiangjiu's attack range as soon as possible.

Standing again in the air, dispersed the magical powers of the Demon King fighting body, and returned to his normal body shape. The Demon King fighting is really powerful, but it is not unfavorable. If you fight against people of the same level or lower than your own level, the effect is not as simple as twice the result with half the effort.

But when facing the powerful Immortal King, the effect will be greatly reduced.

The so-called powerful immortal king is that the purple palace and meridians are completely transparent, and there is no longer a diaphragm. It can easily mobilize the energy of the free energy between heaven and earth to transform it into its own use, and it will be unobstructed in the body without any obstacles.

There is a qualitative change in the amount of true qi that can be used by the sub-saint monks. Just like the one-power breaks ten times, under the attack of powerful true qi, no matter what magical power can be cracked. This is also the main reason why there is a natural gap between the sub-saint and the immortal king.

Even if you use the Demon King’s battle body to improve the true qi in your body, you cannot change the gap. The opponent’s Taoist practice and true qi foundation are far superior to you. The short-term battle effect is good, but in terms of protracted battles, the Demon King’s battle body can only allow you to continue to consume unnecessary true qi, and also make yourself attacked with greater harm than good.

If he was unable to fight hard, he would take it quickly. Zhaoming suddenly appeared behind Xiangjiu using the fire escape technique, and raised his hand and punched him. But how could the strong Immortal King make him succeed so easily? He turned around and had a palm and blocked him directly.

Zhaoming did not wait for the other party to entangle him with the power of water, so he activated the fire escape technique to reach the top and kicked it. The wind and fire roared, and used his feet to activate the Fist of Heaven's Rage. Although it lacked a little agility, its power seemed to be even greater.

But how could Xiangjiu let Zhaoming hit like this? He raised his hand and punched him directly hit Zhaoming's sole of the foot.

The power of water flowed into the sea was like thousands of people rushing toward it, and after it was poured into an entrance, it came out again. The terrifying impact made Zhaoming scream with pain and his whole body flew high.

The whole leg was as if it had been sawed into hundreds of pieces by a saw, shattering one after another, and it was extremely painful. The true energy in the body was also in an instant and it was difficult to gather again within a few breaths.

Even if there is a furnace body refining, it will be insufficient to fight hard.

Before he could dodge, Xiangjiu rushed into the sky like a bull, kicked it horizontally, and directly swept Zhaoming, making it fly towards Buzhou Mountain like a meteor.

After flying for more than tens of thousands of meters, Xiangjiu caught up again and hit Zhaoming's chest with a punch. The force was so strong that even if it was a furnace body refining*, the bones and blood would fly.

"Don't hurt my second brother!" With a loud shout, a figure bathed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, and the long sword in his hand pointed out nine rounds of scorching sun and killed Xiangjiu.

On this battlefield, neither the Immortals nor the Witch Clan will be Zhao Ming's reinforcements. Even though he is restraining the Witch Clan for the Immortals, the Immortals will never be grateful to him. Of course, the only one who can save him is Di Jun who came with him.

However, as soon as Di Jun made an action, he saw a flame coming from the sky and completely dispelling his attacks. Then he saw a figure appearing in the void.

With two wings, one foot, a full of flames, a look of eagle-eyed and wolf-eyed, a look of hatred.

"Prince Bifang!" Di Jun exclaimed. The one who stopped him was Prince Bifang who was driven away from Tianji by them.

After not seeing each other for a long time, this person seems to be closer to the level. Although he has not yet broken through the realm of the Immortal King, he feels like he is about to cross that level.

Looking at Di Jun, Prince Bi Fang smiled strangely: "Didn't you say you want to fight alone? You should be happy that you have such a brave and fearless brother. Zhaoming has such a heart, how can we not fulfill him?"

He was originally the overlord of the Tianji Ridge and colluded with the witch clan. Although he could not be considered a king or a domineering career, it would be natural to be offered a favor and do good deeds.

It was because Zhaoming and Di Jun revealed his true face, which attracted the siege of demons from all sides, and they could only escape from Sky Ridge in a panic. Now that Zhaoming is in danger, he was about to only watch the battle, but he couldn't help but stop Di Jun.

"Bi Fang!" Di Jun's face darkened: "We have conflicts, but it is also internal conflicts. How can you help the witch clan?"

"Help the Witch Clan? No, no, no!" Prince Bi Fang shook his head and shouted ferociously: "I just want to kill Zhaoming and you!"

As he spoke, the flames in his hand rushed into thousands of swords and rain fell from the sky.

"Di Jun, when you came to my Tianji Ridge in the past, I was very polite to you. Except for Shang Yang and the idiot Chi Tie who liked you, no one else liked you. Only Bi Fang respected you and repeatedly treated you as a distinguished guest. Is this your final way to repay me?"

With a loud shout, Prince Bi Fang rushed towards Di Jun like a ferocious beast.

"What you said is true. I am very grateful that you looked down on me back then, but..." Di Jun shook his head: "You have ulterior motives, but my demon clan is a traitor. For your own selfish interests, I secretly colluded with the witch clan and sacrificed countless great men from my demon clan. I don't regret such actions. Since you are obsessed with it, you can't blame me anymore."

As he spoke, the long blue sword danced, the flames soared into the sky, and countless lights turned out from behind him, as if he was shrouded in the sun star.

He provoked with a sword, guided the scorching sun behind him and killed Prince Bi Fang.

The flames and sword rains all over the sky hit the scorching sun, like countless eggs bombarding huge rocks, and they were useless.

Prince Bi Fang did not dare to take action, and his figure flashed, and he bypassed the scorching sun and directly attacked Di Jun.

The green long sword jumped, turned into three wisps of red flames, and went straight to meet him, fighting with Prince Bi Fang.

At this time, Zhaoming was continuously attacked by Xiangjiu. Although he had a furnace body refining to protect his body, he was not in danger of life for a while, but if this continued, it would be a dead end and the situation was worrying.

On Mount Buzhou, Bai Ze looked worried and shouted to the bloodthirsty black-jawed mosquito beside him: "Go and save people quickly!"

The bloodthirsty black-jawed mosquito is also extremely contradictory. Before joining the war, Zhaoming must have told him not to take action. His task is to protect Xueyuhua.

But in this situation, the nature of the insect demon guardian king has made him want to disobey this order.

During the contradiction, hesitated for a moment, and was about to take action, he suddenly saw a blood light slashing from afar, as if a sky knife had landed, slashing a gap on the ground, killing a large number of witch clans and immortal clans directly hit Xiangjiu, who was constantly attacking Zhaoming.

The attack power is extremely terrifying, and even Xiangjiu dared not look at it easily. He could only give up Zhaoming and take action to fight.

Then an obese figure, holding a snow-drinking sword, fell from the sky and slashed directly on Xiangjiu's arm.

The body of the Immortal King and Great Witch made Xiangjiu not suffer any substantial damage, but the huge impact force still made him take several steps back.

Taking advantage of the force to rebound and retreat far away, the fat figure stretched out his bloody red tongue and licked the Snowy Ding Crazy Knife. It was Shura.

He held the Rakshasa girl in one hand and the Snow Drinking Sword in the other hand. There were a few drops of Xiangyu's blood on the blade. He was swept into his mouth with his tongue. He savored it carefully. His eyes lit up, and his face was excited: "The blood of the Immortal King and Great Witch is indeed better than those witches on the waste."

"You...you...you..." The Rakshasa woman was frightened. Unexpectedly, the fierce man started the war and rushed into this battlefield directly, and even attacked the Immortal King.

If Shura had not distributed the power to protect her, the power of the rebound just now would have almost shattered her.

The sub-saint took the initiative to challenge the Immortal King, which was beyond her understanding. She also truly realized that the murderous man said that he wanted to fight with his father along the way, not casually speaking, but really had such an idea.

Naturally, she would not worry about the victory or defeat of Shura. Death is the best, but what she was worried about was such a battle. Even if she had the strongest bloodline of the Rakshasa king, she would probably be affected by death.
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