Blood Eve Hall, in the open-air square.

The air seemed to be in stagnant.

A solemn and cold atmosphere spreads throughout the audience, making people breathe dull.

Several secret disciples of the Bone Demon Palace, led by Mei Changqing, including Jiang Ping, Pang Tiancheng, the cold-faced man, and the battle armor man Yuan Li, etc., formed an encirclement.

The above people are all secret elites above the late stage of the refining of the organs!

The bone-cold murderous intent and invisible power locked the black-skinned boy, and it was accompanied by the pressure of the Qi Transformation Realm.

If it were a disciple of the Illusion Refining Stage, he would probably have a mental breakdown and lose his combat power.

Even if ordinary qi transformation comes in person, they will face great pressure and it is difficult to escape unstoppable.

Some wounded disciples from the Bone Demon Palace looked at Lu Zhuo with the eyes of the dead.

In this desperate situation.

The dark-skinned boy was unaware of it, without any panic.

"Oh, good people are really not rewarded..."

Lu Zhuo calmly put away the small box sealed by [Blood Flame].

"This person..."

Mei Changqing's pupils condensed.

court death!

The devil clown, Jiang Ping and others had a cold light in their eyes, and they had already taken action.

Hoop!

The demon clown swung a huge black edge phantom in his hand, and the heavy energy of Yinhan and domineering spirit came to him.

The power of that attack is extremely close to the acquired energy.

Swallow!

A red sand flashed between Jiang Ping's eyebrows, a slender hand shook, and another "black black silk" appeared, turning into a sharp red and black silk thread, cutting towards Lu Zhuo one step first.

Facing the red and black silk thread that came first, Lu Zhuo was slightly moved.

The same moment.

The cold-faced man, the battle armor man and other attacks above the late stage of the smear refining came from all sides.

Scream!

The sharp red and black silk thread swept past Lu Zhuo, and the latter's body suddenly collapsed.

Everyone's eyes were filled with a flash, and they could only feel the black shadow swaying.

"careful!"

Mei Changqing's face changed.

Among the people on the field, he was the only one who saw Lu Zhuo's body movements clearly.

The other party actually moved away in an almost magical way at the moment when the red and black silk thread approached.

From extreme stillness to extreme movement, it changes in one thought, like a flash.

Such sudden changes and explosions are not only mysterious, but also beyond the physical ability of ordinary people.

Swish!

The black afterimage flashed and rushed to the side of the demon clown, fighting in close combat!

The demon clown's mace is a heavy weapon and is bullied by closeness. It's very bad.

"court death!"

The demon clown decisively threw down the mace, swung his fist out, and burst out a dark and concentrated air shadow as big as a water tank.

He is born with a strange force and is really not afraid of close combat.

A sarcasm flashed in Lu Zhuo's eyes, and a black iron-like texture appeared on his dark-skinned arms, emitting an ancient bloody aura.

"Do not to escape!"

This scene made Mei Changqing and Jiang Ping lose their voices at the same time.

But the reminder of the two was too late.

Lu Zhuo's sudden approach and even the advantage of speed gave the demon clown no chance to dodge.

In fact.

The demon clown throws away the bulky mace and fights with his fists, which is a very wise choice in most cases.

Boom!

The black iron-like fist arms instantly crushed the demon clown's fist, arms, and shoulders into a ball of flesh.

That scene was like a heavy hammer of steel that crushed the baby.

"ah……"

The demon clown screamed, and only one arm, including half of his shoulder, was crushed into meat paste.

There was a "bang".

His incomplete body flew out.

It's not waiting for everyone to recover from the shock.

Peng Boom!

The black air pattern on the devil clown flashed, and his body burst again in mid-air, turning into a pile of uninhabited flesh and blood debris.

hiss!

The wounded men from the Bone Demon Palace who were not participating in the war on the outside were gasping for air.

Including Mei Changqing and others, their faces were filled with horror.

Pink Ding Ding!

The attacks of the cold-faced man, the war armor man and others fell on Lu Zhuo.

No matter how strong Lu Zhuo is, he will definitely pause when fighting with the demon clown, and he will not be able to survive the siege.

However.

What made everyone feel heartbroken was that two sword lights fell on Lu Zhuo's body, as if they were slashed on a pillar of fine iron.

Mars are splashing everywhere!

The dark-skinned boy was not damaged at all, both in animal skin armor and exposed black rock skin.

"This defense..."

Yuan Li, a man in the battle armor, was shocked and suddenly thought of someone.

Chen Yu!

Similar strong bodies have only been seen in Chen Yu of Yunyue Sect.

and.

This Lu Zhuo's combat style is very similar to Chen Yu, and they are both good at close combat.

Including body skills.

Both Lu Zhuo and Chen Yu can increase their speed in an instant. The difference is that the former's speed secret technique is more skillful.

Rush!

After Lu Zhuo killed the demon clown and resisted the two major mortal refining attacks in the later stage, his figure shook again.

"Where to go!"

A pressure from the Qi Transformation Realm suddenly came.

Hugh!

A faint black air wind has taken a step forward and enveloped Lu Zhuo.

"I am worthy of being the first genius of the Bone Demon Palace."

Lu Zhuo sneered, and a black iron-like texture appeared on his dark skin again, which was more sophisticated than before.

Hum!

This time, his black iron-textured arms expanded a little, and a dark layer of air appeared.

The qi light is similar to the inner breath, but also looks like the fluctuation of acquired true qi.

Pengka!

The dark aura shone as the black iron arm dragged away, and the light dark aura roll was torn apart.
To be continued...