The Dragon Palace took a deep breath, the tiger's eyes were like torches, and the bronze spear was swung out, and dense scriptures burst out on the spear pole, colliding with the Jingyu Sword.

"boom!"

The scriptures burst into all directions in the ripples of Dharma energy.

Zuo Qiu Hongting rushed forward, and broke the protective magic energy of the Dragon Palace with one finger, knocking his golden armor slightly sunken. His fingers penetrated the armor, hitting the real body, and hitting the Dragon Palace to fly backwards.

"How to fight?" she asked.

"Fight together, fight to the death."

Li Wei, Zuo Qiu Hongting, and the Dragon Palace fought together, and the Dharma energy and scriptures became densely transformed into a chaotic cloud.

The two of them waved their swords or slapped their palms at the heartless golden ape from time to time.

It is difficult for ordinary inheritors to squeeze into the battle circle of three people.

It was obvious that the first time they joined forces, but the two cooperated perfectly, as if they were connected to each other.

After more than ten moves.

The Dragon Palace was beaten so hard that it was impossible to escape. He was beaten by Li Wei's sword, and then Zuo Qiu Hongting's palm. His hair fell, his mouth was spitting blood, and his hair was dripping heavily onto the street.

The golden armor on his body has been shattered and blood flows from his chest and abdomen.

Just now.

Yin Shiyi, who was seriously injured, was chased by Luan Shenglinyou here.

Zuoqiu Hongting's Taoist robe turned into blood and stood on the eaves of a building on the left side of Qiankun Avenue. She held a Taoist ruler in her hand. The second battle technique, the "Baogua Seal of Life and Death", hung above her head, and her eyes moved from the Dragon Palace to the Luan Shenglin Youth.

Li Wei flashed and appeared on the wall on the right side of Qiankun Avenue, took off the cloth bag hanging around his waist, and threw it on the street.

"Bang!"

The cloth bag fell to the ground, and a human head of the Ashen Spirit slipped out.

"Luan is born and young, you are the next one!" Li Wei naturally had the confidence to say this because he had seen the shadow of seven torrents of insects on the city wall.

The martial arts practitioners near this street have stopped and looked at the people with the strongest aura in the center.

Yin Eleven was both excited and scared. He was an ordinary inheritor martial artist and was involved in the field of tactics and ideas of the four masters, so he was naturally very nervous.

"You're rising so fast that it's a little beyond my expectations!"

Luan Shenglin You carried his hands on his back and glanced at Qi Jin's head on the ground. His eyes that were always calm also burst out with coldness. The magic energy under his feet spread like a heavy fog.

"Wow!"

The two kinds of combat ideas of Qingluan and Qilin appeared behind him. The former spread his wings and sang, while the latter raised his hooves and roared.

"Only Brother, we are here!"

Shi Shishi shouted, and with Bai Shu, seven phoenix-winged moth emperors, led seven torrents of evil insects, flew over the heads of the martial arts chuangli, Li Ling, Jiang Ning, Yang Qingxi, Yin Shisan, Zhuang Yue and other martial artists under the city gate, swept towards the straight road of Qiankun.

Qi Xiao held up his sword, stood up from the pile of dead people, looked up, dumbfounded, and couldn't help but curse something, but was drowned by the sound of insects and couldn't hear it clearly.

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Chapter completed!