Leng Chuluo appeared again, standing in the center of Thunder Peak. He casually took out a silver-white long stick from the space equipment, with a black dragon with fangs and claws engraved on it.

When Peng En saw Leng Chuluo taking out his weapon, he grinned and said, "The sword asks for love, but if we don't realize it, if we don't use our full strength, I'm afraid we will be like those other warriors.

Leng Chuluo, if I use this next shooting technique, I'm afraid I will fall into a state of madness, so be careful, don't die."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole aura changed drastically. He used to be like a bloodthirsty beast, but now he is like a ghost king haunted by an injustice. The prison iron gun in his hand was dancing continuously, and the ghost of the underworld was on it.

Air entanglement.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Leng Chuluo!

Tianluo soul-eating gun! Hundreds of evil souls!

The sound of the spear tip was like the wail of an innocent soul, and countless spear shadows completely covered Leng Chuluo.

At the same time, Yin Bujue was filled with ghostly aura, and he met Peng En's strange aura and took photos together.

His hands kept dancing, and a shadow appeared behind him.

Then a black palm appeared and struck directly at Leng Chuluo, who was covered by the shadow of a gun!

The devil's four tricks! A series of brutal and brutal attacks!

A series of black palm prints appeared on the side of the phantom, one palm, ten palms, one hundred palms, relentlessly bombarding the direction where Leng Chuluo was standing!

Jian Wenqing is holding a black-edged sword, and the demonic energy in his body is greatly increased.

Countless rays of sword energy appeared out of thin air, with strong demonic intent attached to them.

The devil's soul-chasing sword! The evil spirit comes out of the body! The soul is haunted!

The three people's stunts seemed to resonate. The originally empty top of Thunder Peak suddenly became like a ghost. In this place rich in ghost energy, many ghosts began to wreak havoc.

This made Huangfu Lingyun and others who were watching the battle unable to tell whether what they saw was reality, or whether they had been affected by the three people's intentions and were dragged into this desperate place where thousands of souls were wailing.

Leng Chuluo, who was in the center, had a flash of joy deep in his eyes. He danced with the long stick in his hand, and the shadow of the stick collided with the shadow of Peng Enyu's gun, making a bang, bang, bang sound!

This is the stick technique for seeking defeat, the first move is to kill someone!

Leng Chuluo now looked like he would be knocked down in the next second, but the gun shadow was still unable to break through the dense stick shadows surrounding him.

Then the first black palm shadow appeared unconsciously!

Leng Chuluo changed his moves again and hit the ground hard with the long stick in his hand!

Seeking defeat with the stick method, the second style, I am willing to be defeated!

The attack of the long stick set off endless air waves, constantly blocking these extremely cruel palm prints!

On the other side, Jian Wenqing's demonic sword energy headed towards Leng Chuluo without mercy!

Leng Chuluo changed his moves again. He leaned forward slightly, holding the long silver stick tightly with both hands, and struck with the tip of the stick in a circle. These sword energy seemed to be controlled by Leng Chuluo. He only attacked within the circle he drew with the stick and could not step out.

One step outside the circle!

Seeking defeat with the stick technique, the third form, bow your head and become king!

After Peng Enyu and the three of them looked at each other, a huge martial arts figure appeared on their bodies at the same time.

The three of them resonated with each other in martial arts. A tall figure wearing a general's armor but with several wailing human heads carved on it appeared behind Peng Enyu!

Behind Yin Bujue, there appeared a ghost king who was wrapped in a black robe, and all he could see was his hands, which were as white as bones!

As for Jian Wenqing, a demonic force rushed towards him behind him, and he saw a demon king with blood dripping all over his body, a terrifying face, and long fangs coming to this world!

With a smile on his face, Leng Chuluo looked at the three of them, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, I admit that I underestimated you before! You three can fight me together!"

At this time, the wind was rolling, the clouds were rolling, the thunder was rolling, and the momentum exuded by the four people was full of absolute oppression!

Several people watching the battle had to take a few steps back again, and the other masters on the list gradually gathered together. Only then did they feel that the distance between them and the top five on the list was so huge!

Maybe except for Tang Yu, it would be difficult for anyone else to even enter their fighting range.

In the center, the aura of the netherworld, the aura of ghosts, and the aura of demons are constantly gathering. The three of them were not affected at all by Leng Chuluo's words. They entered a special realm and had long abandoned the influence of the outside world. Their current goal

There is only one, victory!

Better than the unparalleled young man in white in front of me! Leng Chuluo!

Peng Enyu, whose eyes were already red and in a state of obvious madness, took action again. He charged towards Leng Chuluo like a roaring dragon!

The treasured gun in your hand is dancing again!

Tianluo soul-eating gun! Thousands of crazy souls are destroyed!

Each of his strikes carried an extremely crazy momentum. For a while, even someone as strong as Leng Chuluo could only dodge!

Yin Bujue, who was surrounded by ghost energy, also moved at the same time, and a black shadow directly charged towards Leng Chuluo!

The dark claws in his hands attacked his lower body fiercely!

The devil's four unique skills! The ultimate son and grandson, the ultimate chance of life!

The corners of Leng Chuluo's eyes twitched slightly, and the long stick flew in his hand, carrying a strong wind, and swiped hard at the sharp claws!

Its power is unstoppable! Defeat the stick method! Evil wind kills the god!

Unconsciously, Yin's hands changed again and moved towards Leng Chuluo's shoulders. Judging from his intention, he wanted to directly destroy Leng Chuluo's arms!

The devil’s four skills! I hate Lingchi deeply!

Leng Chuluo released his long stick with his left hand and flexed his fingers to make a false move!

With a finger force, one turns into ten, ten turns into hundreds, blocking all Yin Bujue's escape routes!

This move is exactly the finger skill of the Creation Cult, magical ballistic power! Tianluo Killing Net!

Seeing this, Yin Bujue could only change his moves and constantly defend himself against this Dao Zhijin attack!

Jian Wenqing, who had been hiding on one side, saw that the time had come.

Pointed by the black sword, Chasing the Wind and Devouring the Soul!

A sword intent full of destruction, as fast as thunder and lightning, pierced Leng Chuluo's forehead!

At the same time, Peng Enyu also used the last move of his Tianluo Soul-eating Spear, Heavenly Soul Devouring Ten Thousands!

Seeing this, Yin Bujue struggled to bear the attacks of several finger strikes, crossed his arms, and countless ghost energy gathered!

Immediately, the final move of the Four Ultimate Skills of the Nirvana Devil reached the end of the world!

When Leng Chuluo saw this scene, he took a deep breath, and a powerful aura burst out of his body!

I saw only a shadow of a stick, disappearing in a flash like a moment of youthful beauty!

Seek defeat with stick technique, the last move, seek defeat without defeat!

Peng Enyu was hit by the stick shadow, spitting blood and flew dozens of meters upside down, lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead!

The same Yin Bujue was also hit by a stick. After he flew far away, he slowly got up and half-knelt on the ground, panting. Although he was also hit by a stick, he still had the strength to fight!

As for Jian Wenqing, after seeing Leng Chuluo use this stick, he immediately changed his tactics!

The Demon Soul-Chasing Sword! The Demon comes to the world and all souls die!

The most sinister sword intent kept hitting the stick shadow, until I was knocked back more than ten meters, and then the stick's fighting, self-defeating aura was consumed.

Just like that, there was a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth now, and it was obvious that he had suffered some minor injuries.

Leng Chuluo stood there, his white clothes stained with countless dust kicked up by the crowd's momentum. After throwing away the broken silver stick, he took off his white clothes and put on a white Taoist robe again, looking at

Jian Wenqing, who still had the strength to fight, and Yin Bujue, who still had the strength of one move, shook his head with some regret and said: "It's not enough, it's still not enough. This fighting spirit is less than 50%."
Chapter completed!