"Suffer death!" The short old man suddenly shouted wildly, waved the dragon staff in his hand, and a huge electric ball, with crackling electric sparks, rushed towards Shu Jun, who was restrained in mid-air.
When Zhong Mo and others saw this scene, they were shocked. They wanted to go to block Shu Jun, but their bodies were trapped by the men in gray around them. They could not get away for the time being. They could only watch Shu Jun die tragically.
Under the short old man.
Before the electric ball even came close, Shu Jun felt the electric current coming from the air. His whole body felt numb, and his hands and feet seemed to have lost consciousness, and he couldn't tell the pain.
Instantly, Shu Jun's eyelids became heavy, and irresistible tiredness surged into his heart. He didn't want to think about anything anymore, he just wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep.
In sleep, there is no grudges, no intrigues, no sadness and pain.
boom!
The electric ball finally hit Shu Jun in front of everyone's eyes. His whole body was charred black, like a paper kite with its string cut off. He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell out.
"Lord!" Ye Jianxiang, who was seriously injured and had a split liver and gallbladder, cried out in pain.
Shu Jun seemed to be dead, lying on the ground in the distance, motionless and without a trace of life.
Ye Jianxing's eyes widened, tears streaming down his face. The short old man's laughter was very harsh, filling his eardrums, making him unbearable.
Short winter melon, I want you to die!" Ye Jianxing suddenly stood up, and with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he swung his flying sword through the air, drawing out countless shining sword lights, like a meteor shower falling from the sky, covering the short old man.
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The eyes of the short old man were full of disdain, and he waved his dragon staff lightly to block the sword light coming from all directions. Before Ye Jianxing could use his second move, his body had already rushed like lightning and rushed to Ye Jianxing.
In front of Xing Xing's eyes, the dragon staff points a little, right in the chest of Ye Jian Xing.
A mouthful of blood sprayed out. Ye Jianxi staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
"Today, none of you can leave here alive!" the short old man said scornfully.
"Lao Ye, how are you?" Sikong Jianheng asked eagerly.
Ye Jianxing raised his head with difficulty, glanced at him, and then turned his eyes to Shu Jun in the distance with difficulty. "My lord..." he called out softly and lay down on his back.
When Zhong Mo and others saw that Shu Jun and Ye Jianxing were injured by the short old man one after another, and their lives and deaths were unclear, they all became angry. They each roared, activated the magic weapons in their hands, and tried their best to kill the enemy. They had already killed
Eyes red.
"Shu Jun, the Lord of Qianlin City, is expelled from today!" The short old man looked up to the sky and laughed. Then, he looked at Zhong Mo and others with a stern look, and said with a sly smile: "Your master is dead, and it will be his turn next.
It’s your turn!”
Zhong Mo had already become red-eyed, and when he attacked, he only attacked but did not defend. Although he repelled countless men in gray, he himself also suffered countless sword wounds. Blood gushed out from the cracks.
Mo seemed to have forgotten the pain, and there was only one word left in his eyes, "Kill!"
The short old man had no time to pay attention to the reactions of Zhong Mo and others. Shu Jun was dead. Next, he would deal with Shu Jun's men. With a wave of the dragon staff in his hand, he attacked Zhong Mo.
Among the remaining people, only Zhong Mo is stronger. As long as Zhong Mo is eliminated, the others will not have to waste any effort.
Zhong Mo saw the short old man rushing over, and with a swipe of the flying sword in his hand, he forced the man in gray in front of him back. With his body like a loach, he slipped through the gap and stabbed the short old man with his sword.
The short old man's movements were extremely fast, and before Zhong Mofei's sword could stab him, his whole body had disappeared underground.
"Damn it!" Thinking of how the short old man dealt with Shu Jun just now, Zhong Mo couldn't help but yelled. But before he could think about it, there was a sound of wind behind him.
Zhong Mo did not dare to be careless. He dwarfed his body, stepped around and swept backwards with his flying sword, cutting off the legs of several men in gray clothes. In front of his eyes, there was a stream of blood. The blood flowed on the ground. Dyeing the land dark red.
Just after Zhong Mo had repelled these men in gray, the short old man who had escaped to the ground took the opportunity to take action. The dragon staff broke out of the ground, like a blue dragon emerging from the water, and struck Zhong Mo directly.
Zhong Mo felt the strong wind behind him, and without looking back, the flying sword in his hand moved as he pleased, trying to block the short old man's blow.
DANG! A sound of gold and iron clashing sounded. Zhong Mo's body trembled, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth. If he hadn't used his flying sword to support the ground, he would have fallen down.
"Brother Zhong!" Sikong Jianheng was struck by a sword in the back, his eyes were blood red as he watched Zhong Mo being slaughtered by the short old man.
"This time, it's your turn!" The short old man looked at Zhong Mo's back eagerly.
Zhong Mo's body trembled slightly, and the blood flowed to the earth drop by drop along the flying sword. He raised his head slightly and saw Shu Jun lying not far in front of him. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Brother, I can see you for the last time today." Fighting side by side, I can rest in peace even if I die!"
"Kill!" This shout almost took all the strength of Zhong Mo. The flying sword in his hand suddenly hit the ground, and he jumped up. The trembling sword tip stabbed the short old man like a poisonous snake's snake letter.
The short old man seemed not to have expected Zhong Mo to have such a strong fighting power. His eyes were a little surprised, but there was no fear on his face, instead there was a hint of ridicule.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!" He waved the dragon staff in his hand, like a huge ax that split the sky, splitting the world into two halves. The wind knives came side by side, hitting Zhong Mo in the middle.
Zhong Mo only felt his own body, so much so that his three souls and seven souls were chopped into several pieces by the wind knife. There was huge pain in his body, which even a tough man like him could not bear.
boom!
Zhong Mo flew backwards and fell to the ground, landing right next to Shu Jun.
"Brother Zhong!" The remaining people seemed to have forgotten their grief. The advent of bad luck left them with no choice but to be slaughtered. Shu Jun, Ye Jianxing, and Zhong Mo, the unknown life and death of these three people had made them lose their backbone. .The formation was in chaos, and the men in gray took the opportunity to disperse them.
Sikong Jianheng was covered in blood, and the wounds on his body cracked from time to time. But he seemed to have forgotten the pain, waving the flying sword numbly with both hands, fighting to the last moment. Even Luo Jiutian, who had always been known for his strategy, at this moment I lost my mind and my mind was in chaos.
"Brother." Looking at Shu Jun lying next to him, Zhong Mo showed a smile on his face, his eyelids sank, and he passed out.
"Hahaha!" The short old man killed Shu Jun and three others one after another, feeling extremely proud. He no longer had any scruples about the remaining people.
"Kill! Kill all the remaining people!" The short old man waved the dragon staff in his hand, looking up to the sky and laughing.
"You should be the one who deserves to die!" A voice that was plain but filled with unspeakable anger reached the ears of the short old man.
"Who is it!" The short old man turned his dragon staff and looked around. But except for a group of people fighting fiercely, there was no one else around.
"Are you not dead yet?" Finally, the short old man cast his gaze on Shu Jun, who was lying motionless on the ground.
"That's right, I'm not dead." Shu Jun put his hands on the ground, lowered his head, and slowly stood up.
"Humph, since I didn't kill you last time, it doesn't matter if I kill you again!" the short old man snorted angrily.
Shu Jun still lowered his head and shook it slightly, "You didn't kill me last time. You missed the opportunity."
"Opportunity? Humph." The short old man sneered, "Opportunities are always created by me. You are not qualified to talk to me about this!"
A soft sigh came from Shu Jun's mouth. He suddenly raised his head, and his piercing eyes were like a deep well that could not be penetrated at a glance, which was chilling.
"You..." Seeing the charm in Shu Jun's eyes, the short old man couldn't help but exclaimed, "You... have you broken through the Great Perfection of Yuan Shen's out-of-body experience?" There was a hint of panic in his tone.
Incredible.
Shu Jun looked indifferent and ignored the short old man. Instead, he helped up the unconscious Zhong Mo and Ye Jianxing without even looking at the short old man, as if he didn't care about his existence at all.
"This... how is this possible!" The short old man was somewhat unwilling to believe the reality in front of him, "How can you have the strength to achieve the Three Pure Spirits Transformation!"
"Power?" Shu Jun placed Zhong Mo and Ye Jianxiang on a piece of bluestone, raised his head, looked at the sky that had become gloomy at some point, and murmured: "This is the power of grief, right?
"The power of grief?" The short old man narrowed his eyes and looked sideways at Shu Jun, "So what if you have reached the realm of three pure gods and transformed into gods? I am at the fourth level of three pure gods and transformed into gods. If I want to kill you, it will be easy for me!"
"Kill me?" Shu Jun shook his head and chuckled, then suddenly looked at the short old man, like a flash of lightning, hitting the heart of the short old man, "You might as well try again!"
Although the short old man was confident in his own strength, when he saw the cold look in Shu Jun's eyes just now, he still couldn't help but feel a flash of fear in his heart.
"Suffer death!" the short old man roared angrily, and raised the dragon staff in his hand to the sky, and the whole sky changed. Countless dark clouds came from all directions and gathered on the head of the dragon staff.
There was a faint sound of thunder. The sky, which was not very gloomy at first, suddenly became extremely gloomy.
Within a few breaths, the entire sky had become pitch black, and dark clouds gathered low above the dragon staff, like lead weights that might fall down at any time.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky and struck the dragon staff. On the head of the dragon staff, there was a sudden flash of lightning, and a beam of lightning shot towards Shu Jun.
Shu Junfeng blinked and dodged quickly. The electric light hit the ground and made a roar that made the whole earth tremble.
"Nine Heavens Divine Lightning!" Before Shu Jun could stabilize his body, countless lightnings had lit up in the gloomy sky. These lightnings struck the dragon staff and emitted countless rays of electricity, like an airtight electric wall.
He pushed towards Shu Jun horizontally.
Seeing that Shu Jun had no way to hide, the short old man showed a trace of pride on his face. This time, he had tried his best. No matter how much Shu Jun's cultivation level improved, he could not withstand this powerful attack.