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Chapter 922

A sly smile appeared on Wan Yu's face, and with a loud "bang" sound, Wan Yu suddenly struck the light wave in his palm towards Wang Po.

Wang Po's heart was shocked, and she couldn't avoid it for the time being. However, when this group of light waves came close to the golden bell beside Wang Po, she was unable to continue, and was blocked by the golden bell on Wang Po's body.

Wan Yu's palms stretched across the air, gritting his teeth and continuing to exert force.

After holding on for a moment, the light wave finally fell to the ground.

Wang Po smiled coldly and said: "I thought Wang Qiuxue's disciple had such a great Taoism, but it turns out he is just a weak persimmon, hehe! It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous."

Wan Yu suddenly became furious and shouted at everyone: "Get rid of this old dog as quickly as possible!"

The four people standing around Wang Po said loudly: "Yes, Senior Sister!"

Under Zhao Rui's eyes, the spiritual energy in the hands of the four people suddenly became much stronger.

There are red and white, just like shining neon lights.

Even though the distance between them and Wang Po is much different, and Wang Po doesn't take them seriously, as the saying goes, it's hard for two fists to defeat many hands.

Wang Po was so entangled with her that she was clearly at the end of her rope. It would be really difficult to get rid of these four people.

Zhao Rui was very anxious, but he couldn't help, so he could only watch helplessly.

Wang Po had almost exhausted the last bit of energy in her body, gritted her teeth and persisted all the way.

While he was struggling for his life, he suddenly saw the tall man standing next to Wan Yu suddenly raising his right hand high and shouting, and the man's right hand seemed to turn into a red sharp knife.

The sharp knife was burning with flames all over its body, which looked very impressive.

The size is very large, as long and as thick as two arms of an adult man.

Grandma Wang's heart was shocked, and she shouted sternly: "You little thief, what are you trying to do!"

The man shouted: "Flame Knife!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp knife burning with flames in the man's hand immediately slashed straight at Wang Po's head.

Wang Po had no way to hide and escape, and at the same time she was fending off Wan Yu and others. It was simply impossible to get back.

All she could hear was the scream of "Ah" from the old woman. Blood dripped from her head to her toes. She lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, and the huge golden bell gradually dispersed like a breeze.

Wang Po clutched her chest tightly, her facial features twisted together, and she stared at Wan Yu and others.

Seeing this, Wan Yu and others knew that the battle was over, so they put their hands away.

Wan Yu and the four others stood there with their arms folded, looking proudly at Po Wang lying in a pool of blood.

Mrs. Wang's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "Your methods are really good, very powerful!"

Wan Yu chuckled disdainfully and said: "You old lady knows best, hehe! My junior brother's flaming sword is simply a master of cultivation. Even you, old lady, can't resist it."

Zhao Rui was so anxious that he was about to rush out from the boulder. At this moment, he suddenly felt a cool breeze coming from above his head.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked in the air, only to see Murong Chunyu flying all the way from the cave to this place.


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