While the two were talking and laughing, they were engaging in the most dangerous and terrifying competition.
Whether it is Dongfang Liang's death sickle or Kung Wu's silver ribbon, they are both extremely terrifying. Even if a peak master in the Mahayana stage touches them, they will probably be turned into ashes in an instant.
"This opportunity is rare, let's fight together."
The old man snorted and waved his hand, and the army behind him surged up like a tide, attacking Murong Xiaoqian with all kinds of attacks.
Zhuo Yifan was so worried that he shouted: "Dongfang Liang, Murong Xiaoqian is in danger."
At this moment, his devil's heart was undergoing a difficult recovery, and he couldn't do anything at all. He could only watch the countless attacks rushing towards Murong Xiaoqian.
Murong Xiaoqian's eyes were still struggling hard, trying to wake up from her deep sleep.
Especially after hearing Zhuo Yifan's call, it became even more intense.
But at this moment, her body is merging the blood of the real demon and the blood of the sky. During this fusion process, she cannot move at all.
Whether it was the puppet's runes or other attacks, she could only passively withstand them, which made Zhuo Yifan feel very depressed.
At this moment, Dongfang Liang became the last hope.
Dongfang Liang snorted coldly, suddenly swayed, and was about to come back for help.
"It's rare to compete with a master like Dongfang Donor. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Kūgo said with a smile. He waved his staff, and the ribbon was like a spiritual snake in the mineral.
From a distance, it looks like middle-aged and elderly people performing ribbons, which looks a bit funny.
But Dongfang Liang couldn't help but laugh.
Isn't this ribbon so tough that it can even be cut by the death scythe? It is constantly tied and wrapped around him.
He knew that once he was entangled, he would immediately be mercilessly whipped by Daokongwu's space rules.
It was the first time for Dongfang Liang to be entangled by such a person.
He was more anxious than Zhuo Yifan and had sacrificed so much. If he failed at the last moment, he might not even be able to forgive himself.
Gritting his teeth, Dongfang Liang became calm and turned around to leave regardless of the ribbon behind him.
The death sickle turned into a black curtain, soared into the sky, and blocked Murong Xiaoqian.
At the same time, Kunggo's colorful ribbon twisted around like a spiritual snake and had wrapped around Dongfang Liang's heel.
The silver light immediately wrapped around Dongfang Liang's entire left leg like a leech eating blood.
Dongfang Liang roared angrily, suddenly looked back, cut off his left leg without hesitation, and quickly retreated.
Poof!
Blood spattered, and one thigh was pulled back to him by Kūgo.
Before he reached Kūgo's side, the leg's luster was dim, withered and turned into powder.
Zhuo Yifan's eyes narrowed and he was shocked.
Kūgo's power of faith attack is really terrifying.
You must know that Dongfang Liang's body has been tempered by the heavy water of the netherworld. It has become terrifyingly strong. Not many people can hurt him. It can even be said that if this thigh falls into the hands of the weapon refiner, it can be completely done.
Refining a magic treasure.
But after being donated by the silver ribbon, it was quickly absorbed and withered.
This is obviously a light of mercy, but it is so terrifying.
Zhuo Yifan looked at Kong Wu, and suddenly saw the haze flashing in the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Dongfang Liang chopped off his left leg without even frowning, as if he had done an insignificant thing.
But soon, a new leg grew out again, exactly like the original one.
But Zhuo Yifan has already seen that the newly grown legs are obviously not as powerful as before, and there are no regular runes on them.
It was as if Kūgo had taken a big tonic, his spirit was shaken, he let out a long laugh, and the ribbon twisted and flew again, trying to roll up Dongfang Liang.
Dongfang Liang sneered: "Master Kongwu, that's it. My puppet has completely controlled the zombies. You failed. I'll give you a piece of advice. Now, run away!"
Kūgo was suddenly startled. He didn't even look at it again, he directly put away the ribbon, disappeared into the void, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zhuo Yifan was shocked. He suddenly saw that behind the dark light curtain, Murong Xiaoqian was finally opening her eyes that were alluring.
Murong Xiaoqian woke up!
This is the only thought in Zhuo Yifan's mind at the moment.
Sure enough, the corner of Murong Xiaoqian's mouth twitched, revealing a strange arc, which seemed to be smiling but also disdainful.
She was clearly facing Zhuo Yifan, but she did not open her eyes to look at him. Instead, she slowly turned around and looked at the army of monks.
Zhuo Yifan was stunned. From Murong Xiaoqian's subtle expression, he saw something strange, which seemed to be a kind of disdain.
Not because Zhuo Yifan saved her, she couldn't bear to hurt Zhuo Yifan.
It's like a human seeing an injured ant and not hurting it because it means nothing.
Zhuo Yifan looked at Murong Xiaoqian blankly, feeling complicated in his heart.
At this moment, Dongfang Liang laughed triumphantly, and the dark light curtain flashed, completely returning to the death sickle in his hand.
He staggered back and stood beside Zhuo Yifan, with excitement and pride on his face.
"Xiao Qian, these people are enemies, they want to kill you, now is your time for revenge, kill them all!"
"Okay, sir."
This god-level puppet was indeed extraordinary. Murong Xiaoqian did not resist at all and nodded slightly.
Miss Fang suddenly felt a very bad feeling in her heart and shouted: "Back off, everyone, back off quickly."
But now that the barrier is lost and these monks are so murderous, how can they retreat?
Suddenly, countless attacks came overwhelmingly, trying to drown Murong Xiaoqian.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help shouting: "Be careful!"
Murong Xiaoqian turned a deaf ear. Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
boom!
No one can describe the scene at this moment. Those two eyes opened, as if two gaps had been opened, and endless murderous intent and hostility rushed out, drowning everything in front of them.
The purity of this murderous intention was even more terrifying than that of the Saint of Killing, and it completely turned into reality, like two dark magic cannons that instantly emptied everything in sight.
ah!
ah!
ah!
Countless screams rang out, and the bodies of the charging monks exploded one after another, as if they were cut by billions of blades at the same time. Pieces of fragments flew up, so brilliant and terrifying.
Zhuo Yifan and Dongfang Liang stood behind them, both trembling violently.
The two of them looked at each other, both shocked.
These two murderous intentions, which have been gathered in a large formation for tens of thousands of years, burst out in a concentrated manner at this moment. Even the real demons and heavenly demons will be shocked to the point of losing their minds, let alone these Mahayana masters?
At this moment, there was no need for Miss Fang to give any more orders. The monks were already in disarray and retreated hastily.