"Kill him! The leader is about to kill him!"

"The leader's flying sword...is it blocked?"

From Wuwozi activates the formation to suppress the entire audience, to the appearance of the fierce god ravaging Wuyou Cave, to the fight between the two sides, everything happened too quickly.

Some thieves with bad tempers were still screaming, while others were shocked to see that the flying sword magic power that was invincible was actually returned without success.

The key is, judging from the other party's tone, the leader's flying sword can only fly out fifty steps, which seems not as powerful as they imagined, but is quite mediocre?

“Bad talk!!”

Immediately afterwards, Wuwozi roared: "The sword-controlling technique is excellent in any sect. You just blocked my sword. How dare you speak so wildly and insult me? I will not let you die a good death!"

In sharp contrast to this furious voice, Li Yan responded in a calm tone: "You think you are very powerful, but when I slaughtered your subordinates before, I turned a blind eye and never stood up for them..."

"You think Wuyou Cave is very majestic, but it has been used by all forces in Bianjing as a chamber pot. It smells bad and kicks it away..."

"You think others are afraid of Wuyou Cave. When the court wants to launch a clearance operation, it can only let it go, without any targeting method. The food is gone. The first thing that comes to mind is to drive away your subordinates..."

"Looking back on what I did, have I been flattered and forgot how much I weighed?"

"Like you like this, I want to recruit an official, so I will give you eight words—"

"It's sad and ridiculous to deceive yourself!"

The voice echoed in the cave, and the thieves looked at Wuwozi, and their eyes changed.

The tragic situation of being slaughtered in the past, the scarcity of food now, and the hopelessness of being reborn in the future. Through the other party's summary, they found that Wuyou Cave had reached this point. Not only did they say good news, they were also exported by the enemy!

Facing the eyes of the men, the beggar's head suddenly widened his eyes, and his blood-stained eyes seemed to be about to bulge out.

The previous letters that threatened Tong Guan were like stones sinking to the sea without any response. Wuwozi knew in his heart that recruiting peace would never be possible. Thinking of his bright future, he was actually ruined by being falsely accused and killed by the prince, endless anger filled his chest.

But as threatened in the letter, he went out to kill the imperial officials. In the end, he did not do that. He was not ruthless, but had been in the cave for too long. When he was about to go out alone to assassinate the imperial officials, he felt a sense of fear of being deterred.

Therefore, harsh words are just harsh words and are not taken into action. Wuwozi's comfort to himself is that he does not compete for a temporary victory or defeat. As long as Wuyou Cave exists, the dignitaries and nobles in Bianjing will eventually surrender...

As a result, someone told him at this time that he would not lie to himself. You just couldn’t do anything to the people outside, and you just didn’t dare to go out!

Deceiving yourself, sad and ridiculous!

Why...Why do you tell the truth? Why do you tell it!!

Within the formation, the air flow surging.

Wuwozi's Taoist robe suddenly bulged, and the blood-colored light tore through the air. The man and the sword shot out at the same time, and rushed directly into the passage.

"The ghost artifact does affect the mind and nature. After a few words of stimulation, the emotions will be out of control and take the initiative to go out..."

"Good come!"

Facing the murderous intent that was so clear that it was almost solid that Li Yan didn't expect that the other party could not even bear a few words, and was immediately surprised.

The tip of Han Ji's spear shone brightly again, and it collided with the other party's flying sword that was roaring in the sky!

"Shishe—"

It was extremely sharp, as if the sound of metal and stone cutting sounded, and the eyes of both sides passed through the blood and ice blue glow, piercing directly on each other's face.

In Li Yan's eyes, Wuwozi was wearing a Taoist robe, and on the surface he was fairy-like, but in fact he was thin, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot, full of ferocious and ferocious.

In Wuwozi's eyes, this fierce god who made the cave panic all day long was actually a handsome young man with a handsome face. There was a dignified demeanor between his eyebrows, and the blood and blood around him were extremely amazing. The masculinity seemed to burst out from every pore.

In this narrow passage, it is undoubtedly a wise move to confront such a warrior, but Wuwozi, who was furious, no longer cared about so many things, and roared wildly, with only one word: "Die!!"

Li Yan did not whistle, only shot a gun.

In Wuwozi's sight, the other party's gun body only trembled a few times, and the position of the gun rod did not even change. However, a stinging sensation suddenly surged, and the blood sword seemed to have been hit by dozens or hundreds of times in an instant, shaking and beginning to collapse.

It was either the cold star soul-catching sting used by Li Yan. It stabbed too fast and accurate. The gun rod trembled dozens or hundreds of times, and the spear tip flew, as if nothing had happened. The powerful offensive had already poured out.

"If it is the beginning, the transformation of the treasury and sword will be divided!"

Wuwozi's response was not slow. The curse was instantly released from his mouth. The blood sword broke out on its own initiative and turned into twisting blood, flying and shooting. The force of each shot was comparable to a strong bow and crossbow. Under Wuwozi's fingers, he rushed to stab him one after another.

This technique of differentiation is extremely fast enough to catch an ordinary warrior off guard, but Li Yan was calm and shook his wrist, like a cold plum spitting out his core, and brilliant gun flowers bloomed in the dim environment, and the tip of the gun turned into a meteor shower in the sky, pointing out one after another.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

Blood scattered and sputtered onto the stone wall. The blood even twisted slightly before it completely lost its spirituality and turned into an ordinary blood mark.

This blood sword condensed by the blood talisman array was broken up in a short period of time.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, Wuwozi also floated back, wanting to distance himself and continue to chant the mantras and impose techniques.

Li Yan rushed directly.

His gun body was pressed against his side, and his body was almost parallel to the ground, like an arrow flying out of the string. He took only two steps and then pounced in front of Wuwozi again.

The key is that every step of stomping down, the explosive force stepped out of the ground of the passage that violently sprayed gravel backwards. The majestic body swept through the air, making a harsh and high-pitched sound. The tip of the Han Ji spear came directly with a harsh roar.

Wuwozi was not panicked. Straws of black air came out of his body and condensed into a set of armor, draped on his body, and smiled coldly: "A mere warrior, how can you know the magic of the magic? No matter how good your shooting skills are, what's the use? Can you break my ghost armor?"

Li Yan did not answer, Han Ji's spear tip arrived in front of him and changed to stab him to pick him.

Wuwozi was directly picked up, as if he was ascending to the sky as a hidden dragon, and he was about to ride the wind and break through the clouds...

But obviously the environment was limited, and when Peng heard a sound, his head hit the wall of the cave, shaking the dust. Fortunately, the ghost armor blocked the damage, but he still saw the thunderous spear tip that was about to penetrate everything and stabbed towards him.

Wuwozi couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed at all, and could only feel that he was attacked all over his body, and the tip of the gun was swaying, either up or down, left or right, hard and soft, power and change, and majestic and light agility, perfectly merged into one.

Faced with such a magical shooting technique, Wuwozi knew that he could never compete with it, so he simply put his arms on it, and forced his back, and the black air was shaking all over his body, as if the wronged souls were swaying.

He firmly believed that his magic weapon was as solid as a soul and could even wipe out the other party's qi and blood. This kind of storm-like blow would never last long.

However, soon, he found that it was himself who could not hold on.

Because the ghost was wearing armor and was not broken, but a slight sensation of needle-like pain spread across the skin.

It was the murderous intent condensed to the extreme, condensed into a bunch through the tip of the Hanji spear, and burst into tears.

As we continued to deepen, thousands of needles were stabbed into the flesh and began to stir wildly.

"Where did this person get the experience of dealing with ghost magic weapons?"

Wuwozi was shocked and did not believe in evil. His cuffs opened and three black lights suddenly flashed out and stabbed.

This is the heart-devouring thorn of the ghost art. Compared to Dong Yunzi's reserving control in order not to be polluted by the ghost energy, Wuwozi obviously refined the sacrifice as he pleased, and it was extremely powerful.

But Li Yanhanji turned the tip of his spear and hit the three heart-eating thorns with great accuracy. Not only did he blast them away, but the cold air contained in the spear tip also wrapped the heart-eating thorns, greatly limiting its speed.

The whole process was like flowing, and the response was even more thoughtful. The selfless child's hole contracted, and finally realized something was wrong and screamed: "Why are you so familiar with my magic weapon?"

Li Yan still did not answer, gently stroked the gun's body, the white frost condensed, his arms swirled and threw, and the whole long spear filled with cold air touched the ground, swirling towards Wuwozi and flew towards Wuwozi.

At the same time, he rushed over and tapped a spike between his five fingers, and took advantage of the most appropriate opportunity to throw it out quietly.

Wuwozi's attention was attracted by the whistling Hanji spear, and gathered Gui Lie's final defense in armor, and blocked it dangerously. He was knocked back and flew back, but he also returned to the range of the blood talisman array.

He already regretted attacking rashly, and when he returned to his home court, he felt at ease and sneered: "Mr. Wu, can you help me again..."

Halfway through the conversation, I felt a pain in my right arm and was stabbed into my body by a nail-like hidden weapon.

He was still calm: "A mere hidden weapon in the rivers and lakes...ah! It's the Heart-Eating Thorn!"

Finally, my mentality collapsed.

Because the black gas spread rapidly on the arms, as if evil spirits were entangled, devouring flesh and blood.

Wuwozi immediately realized what this was and wanted to take out the gourd from his waist to take medicine, but it was too late.

In just three breaths, the flesh and blood of his entire right arm was swallowed up, leaving only the bones.

The key is that the extremely vicious magic power is so familiar with the extremely refined techniques. How come you have seen it where?
Chapter completed!