As soon as Wang Zhongbo left the scope of the Tower of Gods and Demons, his naturally drooping arm suddenly moved, and he threw it a few times like a spiritual snake, recovering as before, which made Wang Wenhao stunned.
"Dad, you are..." Wang Wenhao was not only surprised by the momentary recovery of his father's injury, but also wondered why his father could immediately put his arms on his hands to fight, so he was willing to give in directly.
"Ling Xiao and Yue Xianan are going to fight to the death, what are we going to get involved?" Wang Zhongbo hummed: "There is still a chance after the Ascension Conference, so there is no need to fight to the death with Xihe City this time..."
"Yes, you originally planned to think of a way to lose this battle on purpose, but Long Yuxuan's strength eliminated you from acting, giving you more reason to quit directly."
A figure floated above the sky in front of Wang Zhongbo and his party, and said coldly. The man was wearing a silver helmet, making it difficult to see his appearance.
Not only did everyone not see his appearance, but no one noticed when he appeared here.
"You are Yue Xianan's lackey." Wang Zhongbo's face changed and he said in a deep voice.
The helmet man hummed and said, "It's just a collaborator. If you didn't reject Yue Xianan, you should be the same as me now. Yue Xianan asked me to kill you directly, but I will give you another last chance, join us, how about it Sample."
Wang Zhongbo said disdainfully: "I have rejected Yue Xianan three times. It is right for him to let you kill me directly, because if you don't kill me, I will kill you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhongbo jumped forward and punched the helmet man.
"Hmph, looking for death." The man in the helmet snorted coldly, and also punched out, facing Wang Zhongbo's fist.
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As soon as the two of them fought, the others could hardly see what they looked like, and they could only see fists flying around.
Wang Zhongbo's flesh body is very strong and he does not need any magic weapons to kill his opponent. The helmet man's fist gloves are also extraordinary. He will not be at all inferior to Wang Zhongbo's fists.
Wang Zhongbo used his hands and feet, and his arms and legs attacked the helmet man's back, chest and lower body from several directions at the same time with an astonishing degree of bending.
The helmet man was not afraid at all. He danced with iron fists, fist shadows flew, and formed a defensive move like a wall of iron.
Wang Zhongbo's fists and feet hit the airtight fist shadow, and burst out a scattered purple light, which was very gorgeous.
The two of them were equal and the battle was quite exciting, but Wang Wenhao and the elders of the Dizang Sect had no time to watch the battle, because more than a hundred mysterious soul masters emerged from the void and surrounded them and came to them.
These mysterious soul masters are all purple-level, and their overall strength is much stronger than those of the people from the Dizang Sect.
Facing the strong enemy, even if they lose, the people like Dizang Sect can only choose to fight to the end.
However, they knew that it would be a matter of time before they were killed by these mysterious people, so the elders and elite disciples of the Dizang Sect took the initiative to form a formation to protect Wang Wenhao.
"Young Master, we will cover you and run away quickly." A purple-level elder of Dizang Sect who was over 2,000 years old said to Wang Wenhao in a low voice.
Looking at these fellow disciples who fought to protect themselves and their fathers who were trapped in a hard battle, Wang Wenhao finally understood something.
At the same time, he remembered the situation when his father was scolded as a waste, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes: "If I still ask my fellow disciples to protect me, I will call my father looking down on me in my life. Dad, Dad, Hao'er will let you today I know, Hao'er is not a waste... Yue Xianan, even if I, Wang Wenhao, die today, will make you pay a considerable price."
After thinking about it, Wang Wenhao took out a pair of blood-red fists and put it on his hand. In an instant, Wang Wenhao's figure turned blood-red, as if his whole body was bleeding.
"Young Master."
"Senior Brother Wang."
Looking at the red light, the elders and elite disciples of the Ksitigarbha Sect changed wildly.
Wang Wenhao's "Blood Shadow Hand" is known as his blood shadow skill. This skill uses the blood of the whole body to activate the power with soul power. Once it exerts its power, the palms of his hands will turn blood red.
When you reach the state of great success, not only will your palms turn red, but your whole body will turn red.
Wang Wenhao had not reached the level of great success at all. He just relied on the red boxing gloves in his hand to completely activate his blood, giving birth to extremely fierce power.
Everyone in the entire Ksitigarbha Sect knew that this blood-sucking boxing glove was terrifying. If the situation was not for the critical moment, Wang Wenhao would definitely not have used this blood-sucking boxing glove.
"Die." Wang Wenhao's eyes were red, he shouted wildly, and his palms slapped the ground.
Boom, numerable bloody palms flew from under the ground to the sky, and hit the more than a hundred soul masters.
The soul masters whose blood-red palms were printed on them immediately felt that their blood had become hot and they couldn't help but swim quickly.
"This kid's palm print has a strange print, kill him." Seeing their body strange, someone immediately thought of killing Wang Wenhao to relieve their uncomfortable blood movements.
"Haha, come on." Seeing the more than a hundred soul masters bypassing the elders and disciples surrounding him, Wang Wenhao laughed wildly and exploded his body with a rumbling sound.
As soon as those soul masters rushed to Wang Wenhao's side, they were sprayed with Wang Wenhao's blood, and the blood in their bodies exploded.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang... Hundreds of soul masters were covered with blood holes of all sizes. Blood spurted out from these blood holes like urine, making their bodies full of holes.
"Damn it." These soul masters screamed repeatedly. The elders and elite disciples of the Dizang Sect took this opportunity and quickly waved their iron fists and smashed them at the soul masters.
The soul master, who was injured by Wang Wenhao's blood explosion, reduced his soul power and his movements did not become that fast.
With a few people besieging one, in just a few seconds, the elder disciples of the Dizang Sect killed more than 30 soul masters.
Although their overall strength is not as good as these soul masters, they are all elites in the sect, and they are not the kind of targets that can be abused and killed at will.
The remaining seventy soul masters were ferocious with their faces that were blown by blood, and their raised eyes were looking at the people of the Dizang Sect with blood, with a murderous intent: "Do you all die for us."
Faced with the crazy counterattack of these soul masters, the people of the Ksitigarbha Sect are not to be outdone. These Ksitigarbha Sect, who mainly practice physical training, have suffered a lot of hardships, and each of them is as heart as a rock.
Even a young leader like Wang Wenhao can kill the enemy with his own power, so why can't they?
"Boom boom boom..." A series of violent self-destructions exploded, and balls of purple soul power light soared into the sky, like nuclear bombs in later generations. The entire space of hundreds of thousands of meters was shaken.
A body flew out of the purple light, and the soul masters who had just pounced on him were blown to death, and they were ruined, and even if they were not dead, they lost their combat power.
The man in the helmet came out with these subordinates. He thought he would be able to take Wang Zhongbo, but he did not expect that he would die together by Wang Zhongbo's elders and disciples.
"Wang Zhongbo, your son and the elders in the sect are all dead. Is it interesting to be alive by yourself?" In the stalemate, the man in the helmet couldn't help but play psychological tactics, trying to distract Wang Zhongbo.
Unexpectedly, Wang Zhongbo was unmoved at all and laughed wildly: "For the sake of strength and immortality, we all have passed by except ourselves. What is the point of a dead son?"
After hearing what Wang Zhongbo said, the helmet man's eyes flashed for a moment. He did not refute because he was also the same type of person as Wang Zhongbo, and he deeply agreed with Wang Zhongbo's words.
It seems that there is no other way except to defeat Wang Zhongbo with his strength.
"Are we going to take action now?" Zou Tiezhu, who was hiding in the transformed mecha, asked Nangong Yuzhuo, who was inside another transformed mecha.
As soon as the two sides fought, Zou Tiezhu, Long Yao, Long Fei, Long Wujie, Long Mo and Nangong Yuzhuo had already arrived over the scene and used the formation to hide themselves.
This batch of transformed mechas is very easy to use. In addition to both land and air, it can also avoid mental scanning and also have formation protection, which is simply unique.
Previously, Nangong Yuzhuo thought that Wang Wenhao was hurting Wu Mei's enemy, so he took into account the feelings of Long Yao and did not take action.
Now Wang Wenhao died in a way they could not imagine. Nangong Yuzhuo had not moved yet, which made Zou Tiezhu a little puzzled.
"Tiezhu, don't worry, these two people have not decided the outcome yet. We have saved Wang Zhongbo now, and he may not appreciate it." Nangong Yuzhuo explained: "This person is extremely unkind, if it weren't for him, he still has the same kindness." I don't want to save him if I use my value."
Zou Tiezhu thought about it and then followed Nangong Yuzhuo's orders and stopped moving. Everyone turned their eyes to the battle between the two again.
The two still fought hard to decide the outcome, and they were incomparable. The messy fist and foot shadows flew around, wrapping everything on the surrounding ground into it, turning into flying sand and stones.
"Who is that helmet man? How can he be so powerful in boxing skills?" Nangong Yuzhuo browed and always felt that this person should be the person they knew.
Wang Zhongbo has the advantage in physical strength, and the Helmet Man is completely dependent on his superb boxing skills to tie Wang Zhongbo. It is very difficult.
The idea of knowing who this person was became stronger and stronger in Nangong Yuzhuo's mind. Subconsciously, Nangong Yuzhuo pointed the muzzle of the transformed mecha at the helmet man.
Everyone thought that Nangong Yuzhuo was giving orders, and followed Nangong Yuzhuo to aim the muzzle of the transformed mecha flight ship at the helmet man, ready to break out at any time.
At this moment, Wang Zhongbo and the helmet man suddenly blasted at each other and their figures quickly pulled away.
"Boom him." After finding this opportunity, Nangong Yuzhuo immediately gave an order and fired more than a dozen transformed mechas and cannons.
More than a dozen purple shells drifted through the sky, and flew towards the common goal.
The helmet man had just separated from Wang Zhongbo, but was suddenly locked by more than a dozen crystal cannons. The eyes that were exposed through the helmet mask finally showed a hint of horror.