The imaginary frightened and helpless expression of the mandrill did not appear.
Facing the sky full of sword light, there was no trace of panic on his face, but a faint look of disappointment, and he said lightly: "Is this your full strength?"
Before he finished speaking, he slightly turned the broad-bladed sword in his hand, using it as a shield. He swung it left and right, easily resisting the incoming golden sword light. His movements were smooth and natural, and he lifted the weight with ease, as if he had foreseen the trajectories of all the sword lights.
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This kid has such terrifying fighting talent!
Xuanyuan Wudi's pupils expanded rapidly, a roar broke out from his mouth, his arms were filled with twelve points of strength, and he struck out with a shocking sword again.
Ghost Mandrill still used the sword as a shield, deftly resisting the second wave of sword light released by Xuanyuan Wudi.
Seeing that the opponent's offensive was gradually weakening, Demon Mandrill, who was about to counterattack, suddenly heard a soft "click" from the sword in his hand.
Then, in his shocked eyes, the broad-bladed sword taken from the Iron Palm Sect's warehouse unexpectedly broke into pieces and broke into countless pieces.
Miscalculated!
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the weapon in his hand was not the giant dark iron blade made by the old man's master who hired top weapon refiners, but was just a poor work of a secular weapon refiner.
In a duel between masters, the outcome is often decided by a thin line.
This small oversight cost the ghost mandrill a heavy price.
Without the spiritual broad blade as a shield, the remaining golden sword lights slashed at his chest without any hindrance.
As the commander of the Golden Armored Guards, Xuanyuan Wudi's attack power can be ranked among the top three among all the spiritual masters in Daqian. Being hit head-on by his strongest spiritual skill, Gui Mandrill felt the bones in his chest "click".
As if it had been subjected to a huge force, the body was like a kite with its string broken. It could no longer control it and flew far back. With a "boom", it directly smashed a deep dent in the wall behind it.
Xuanyuan Wudi was unyielding, his knees slightly bent, and he kicked off his feet fiercely. His strong body was like a missile, and he instantly jumped to the ghost mandrill that was deep in the wall. He raised his right hand and raised the long-handled sword high into the air.
lift.
"You are a good opponent, but it's a pity that you met a certain family." The Jinjiawei commander said in a low voice, "Goodbye, brave little guy!"
After saying that, he swung the big knife forward in his hand and struck hard at the ghost mandrill.
"Ant, who gave you confidence?"
The ghost mandrill's face was pale, his bloodshot eyes shot out with infinite fierce light, and the corners of his bloodstained mouth suddenly raised, revealing a strange smile.
"Commander, be careful!"
The anxious warning voice of the Jin Jiawei came from behind, and Xuanyuan Wudi suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.
The most recent person who gave him this feeling was Zhong Wen, who showed great power in the East Palace of the Imperial Capital and single-handedly killed the four great spiritual masters, leaving them in a state of embarrassment.
Xuanyuan Wudi made a quick decision, kicked the ground with both feet, put away the sword in his hand, jumped back, and glanced to the right.
I saw a huge spiritual dragon with black flames all over its body charging straight from the right.
The giant dragon's eyes were red, its teeth were bared, and its claws were bared. It spit out fierce flames from its bloody mouth, raising the temperature of the entire hall by a few points. It was like a terrifying giant beast in legend, exuding endless violence and murderous energy.
Even though Xuanyuan Wudi was extremely courageous, he still couldn't help but feel secretly frightened when faced with such a violent and ferocious spiritual dragon.
However, the Commander of the Golden Armor Guard was not an ordinary person after all. He quickly calmed down and a look of perseverance appeared in his eyes again.
"Vajra Dance!"
I saw him holding the long handle of the knife with both hands, spinning it quickly, building a golden ring in front of him.
The spiritual power on the surface of the ring rotated faster and faster, and turned into a small tornado, which collided with the oncoming black dragon, causing an earth-shattering sound, and strong winds spread throughout the hall.
The blow caused bones to fly all over the floor, constantly colliding with the surrounding walls, and the sound of "crackling" could be heard endlessly. The scene was very strange for a while.
As one of the most powerful spiritual skills in the Dark Temple, how powerful is the "Spirit Devouring Flame Dragon Kill"?
Even though Xuanyuan Wudi's cultivation level was much higher, he still felt hard to resist the killing move of Demon Mandrill who had used the blood-burning secret technique. Under the surge of spiritual power, he tried his best to maintain his figure.
, but was still knocked back by the giant dragon.
"Break it for me!"
The dignity of the Imperial God of War cannot be trampled on. Xuanyuan Wudi gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and tensed his muscles. He activated the spiritual power in his dantian to the extreme. He let out an angry roar in his mouth, and the long-handled sword quickly rotated to form a golden circle.
The ring instantly glowed with brilliance, and it actually withstood the terrifying offensive of the spiritual dragon.
After a long time, the golden light and the black dragon dissipated at the same time, revealing Xuanyuan Wudi's burly figure. At this time, he was breathing heavily, his back was slightly bent, and the long-handled sword in his hand was used as a crutch on the ground, barely holding on.
He held his shaky body in place to prevent himself from falling down easily. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and the look in his eyes was no longer what it used to be.
Who is he?
Stretching out his left hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Xuanyuan Wudi looked at the ghost mandrill embedded in the wall with lingering fear, a hint of fear in his eyes.
As a leader among the Daqian Spirit Masters, Xuanyuan Wudi never dreamed that one day he would be forced into such an embarrassing situation by Tianlun practitioners.
Reluctantly straightening up, he dragged his exhausted body forward and took two steps, intending to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent.
Looking around, he suddenly saw extremely frightened expressions on the faces of several golden armored guards.
Following the gaze of several of his subordinates, he turned around and saw another giant black dragon appearing in front of him. Its size and power were no less than the one he had defeated earlier.
The giant dragon opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards him with unstoppable force. In an instant, he appeared less than two inches away from him.
Xuanyuan Wudi, who was no longer able to use his spiritual skills, had a flash of surprise and helplessness in his eyes. He finally slowly closed his eyes, gave up resistance, and allowed the black dragon to swallow him fiercely with the violent spiritual flames.
Unexpectedly, I, Xuanyuan Wudi, who had been in power all my life, would die in the hands of a junior in the Heavenly Wheel Realm!
This was Xuanyuan Wudi's last thought before he turned into ashes. The mighty patron saint of the empire, the commander of the Golden Armored Guards who was frightened by countless people, reached the end of his life in a small Iron Palm sect.
He actually killed Xuanyuan Wudi!
Wang Meng, Sima Rou and others looked at each other in disbelief, and they all read the expressions of disbelief on each other's faces.
The five golden armored guards who were still alive turned pale and trembled with fear. They knew that Gui Mandrill was seriously injured, but no one dared to take the initiative. When they wanted to escape, they did not dare to turn their backs to Gui Mandrill, for fear of being like Xuanyuan Wudi.
He was hit by a huge dragon, and felt embarrassed for a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Cough, cough!"
Just when the Golden Armored Guard was hesitant, Ghost Mandrill took the opportunity to break away from the shackles of the wall and stood up unsteadily, coughing blood from his mouth, but with a ferocious smile on his face.
Without Xuanyuan Wudi as his biggest opponent, he completely ignored the remaining Golden Armored Guards. He was about to take action again and send these people to the west, but he felt a strong sense of dizziness coming over him, and his limbs suddenly disappeared.
After losing his strength, he fell forward like a toddler, falling hard and chewing mud.
Oops! The time for the secret method has passed!
Only then did he realize that he had used the blood-burning secret technique for more than a moment. Now that the time limit had expired, what awaited him would be a short period of weakness.
However, while the enemy is still alive, the side effects of this secret method are undoubtedly fatal.
"He is dead!" A golden-armored guard's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly, "Kill him!"
After saying that, without waiting for the others to respond, he took the lead, took up the long sword in his hand, transformed into a spiritual black panther, and pounced towards the demonic mandrill lying on the ground.
Damn it!
I've even killed two spiritual masters, and yet I'm going to die in the hands of some trash!
The ghost mandrill struggled to raise his head and saw the enemy's spiritual skills coming at him, but he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. He could only keep cursing God for being unfair in his heart.
Seeing that the spiritual black panther had rushed forward, he raised his right paw high and slapped him on the head. Suddenly, a silver light flashed through and pierced the spiritual black panther.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Meng's figure stood in front of Gui Mandrill. The silver gun in his hand stood upright, pointing directly at the five heavenly wheels opposite. His white shirt fluttered, complementing the shining silver gun head, showing an extraordinary momentum.
"If you want to kill him, please pass Wang's level first." Wang Meng said a cool line, raised his right arm, and performed a cool trick, which was the starting point of the "Soul-leaving Gun"
Mode.
He's obviously a weakling, but he pretends to be cool.
Listening to Wang Meng's domineering lines, Gui Mandrill curled his lips in disdain, but an inexplicable emotion arose in his heart.
This was an emotion he had never experienced before.
"I recognize you, you are the 'Soul-Leaving Spear' Wang Meng." A golden-armored guard suddenly said, "Your Excellency is very powerful, but if you want to fight against the five of us with one person, you are just wishful thinking."
"What about us?"
Two figures in fancy clothes and strange hairstyles stood resolutely next to Wang Meng. They were Dong Damu and Wang Songliang.
The three of them stood in a row, firmly blocking the weak Demon Mandrill behind them.
Why do you have to fight so hard for this guy?
We have to leave now, and even those golden-armored guards won’t be able to stop us!
Sima Rou frowned, quite dissatisfied with the decision made by Wang Meng and others.
However, her eyes swept across the ghost's pale and weak face, her heart trembled suddenly, and a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes. After all, she sighed slightly, slowly came to this rude man, and held her hand in her arms.
He took out a rejuvenating elixir and handed it to Ghost Mandrill's mouth.
Ghost Mandrill took a deep breath, and a faint fragrance came from his nose. He didn't know if it was the fragrance of medicine or the body fragrance of Sima Rou, but he felt a strange feeling in his heart.
He did not hesitate, opened his mouth and swallowed the elixir in one gulp, then closed his eyes and calmly adjusted his breathing, never taking another look at the battle situation in front of him.
"No, he's taking drugs!" A golden-armored guard was horrified and shouted loudly, "Hurry up and make sure you don't let this devil recover!"
The remaining four people finally stopped hesitating and took action together. The five golden figures cooperated tacitly, advancing and retreating in a measured manner, and instantly suppressed Wang Meng and the others at a disadvantage.
In terms of personal strength alone, Dong Damu and Wang Songliang are not inferior to the Jinjiawei. As a former genius on the list of heroes and the commander-in-chief of the Southern Xinjiang Governor-General's Army, the "Soul-Leaving Spear" Wang Meng is even stronger than anyone on the opposite side.
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However, the three of them did not have much experience in joining forces to fight against the enemy, and their cooperation was not tacit. They also had to protect Sima Rou and Gui Mandrill behind them when they were at a numerical disadvantage. They were inevitably tied up in the fight. In less than half a moment, they were all covered with blood.
They have all been honored one after another.
"Brother Wang, it seems that our brothers are going to die from this today." Dong Damu said with a bitter smile, "It's better for me and Junior Brother Wang to hold off the opponent, while you retreat alone first, and with the speed of the 'Soul Leaving Gun', the opponent
I shouldn’t be able to catch up with you. It’s better to be able to escape one by one than to be wiped out.”
"Who does Brother Dong think I am?" Wang Meng said angrily, "It is Wang who has dragged the two of you down, how can I abandon my companions and escape alone?"
"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood." Wang Songliang's eyes flashed with emotion, "As long as you can escape with your life, just find a way to avenge us in the future!"
"You two don't need to say anything. Even if you die here today, Wang will never abandon his companions!" Wang Meng rebuffed firmly, "Besides, if Brother Gui Man hadn't taken action just now, we would have fallen into the trap a long time ago.
At the hands of the old thief Xuanyuan, I should repay this kindness with my life!"
While the three of them were talking, Dong Damu's left arm was pierced by a spiritual skill again, blood splattered in all directions, and some of it actually sprayed on the face of the mandrill behind him.
"What three idiots." Sima Rou pursed her lips, reached out to wipe the blood on Gui Mandrill's face, and murmured softly, "If Brother Lin could treat me like this..."
"Yes, they are really three idiots." Ghost Mandrill slowly opened his eyes, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
Seeing that Wang Meng and the others had more and more wounds on their bodies and their movements gradually became sluggish, Ghost Mandrill suddenly felt a sense of irritation in his heart.
Except for the old ghost master, this was the first time in his life that he felt anxious because of the safety of others.
In the entire Dark Temple, only Old Ghost Master had the same affinity with him and was the closest to him. The eyes of other elders and disciples were always full of disgust when they looked at him.
The old ghost master is more like a father-like existence to him, so in ghost mandrill's life of more than 20 years, there is no concept of "partner".
However, looking at the three determined figures standing in front of him, he suddenly felt an unprecedented strong will in his heart.
These three idiots cannot die!
"puff!"
Wang Meng, whose body was stained in many places, gradually slowed down in her movements, and finally she was stabbed into the lower abdomen by Jin Jiawei's long knife.
Knowing that she was unlucky, Wang Meng suddenly turned her head and glanced at Gui Mandrill and Sima Rou, with a helpless smile on her lips.
Sorry, I've tried my best!
His eyes seemed to express deep apology.
Looking at the long knife inserted into Wang Meng's abdomen and the look in his eyes that meant farewell, the scene of Master Gui's death suddenly flashed through Gui Mandrill's mind.
Damn it!
idiot!
No one is allowed to die without my permission!
Strong anxiety and anger instantly flowed through his body. He felt that the blood in his body suddenly boiled and rushed to his brain endlessly. The skin on his body became hot, and an unknown force surged up in his dantian, which was already dim.
God's pupils turned red again.
Don't die!
Don't die!
Don't die!
At this time, there was a soft "click" sound in the body, as if a shackles that had imprisoned him for many years were finally opened. The originally weak Ghost Mandrill suddenly exuded a terrifying aura that destroyed the world and destroyed the earth in an instant.
The entire hall is enveloped.
Immediately afterwards, in the astonished eyes of everyone, the prone body of Demon Mandrill slowly floated up and hung in mid-air.