I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 119 Take action to kill the demon
When the black mist rolled more and more violently against the ground, the battle between Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang to attack Ma Tong became more and more dangerous and fierce.

Ji Yuanzhen's sword skills are sharp and full of killing intent. Every time he strikes with a sword, there is a tiger's roar that shocks the soul.

Liang Jingtang's spear was like a dragon and a snake coming out of the sea, agile and powerful, and each shot made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

However, Ma Tong was born with strong martial arts and had been in the master realm for many years. The long-handled golden hammer weighing three hundred kilograms danced in his hand as if it were nothing.

The golden hammer danced, the wind roared, and the golden light was densely covered. Every hammer swing carried destructive power, and it actually blocked the joint attack of the two masters.

The hammer wind, the light of the sword, and the shadow of the gun intertwined in the dark night, making a dazzling light and a deafening sound.

Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang saw that they could not take down Ma Tong for a long time. The more they fought, the more annoyed they became and the more ferocious they killed. In the end, they used every move to kill them, even if they were injured.

The army was defeated miserably, and the black mist was surging. The situation of the battle was unknown. He had exhausted a lot of energy before, and now he was flanked by two martial arts masters. Under the increasingly fierce and life-threatening tactics of Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang, Ma Tong finally managed to defeat the enemy. Feeling tempted to quit.

The golden hammer danced violently, repelling the older Ji Yuanzhen, and ran wildly towards the south.

"Where to go!"

Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang followed closely.

"call!"

Ma Tong, who was running wildly, suddenly threw the long-handled golden hammer in his hand towards the back.

The long-handled golden hammer whizzed in, whipping up a strong wind with astonishing power.

Ji Yuanzhen, who was chasing in front, couldn't dodge, so he had no choice but to stamp his feet and slash forward with his sword.

Liang Jingtang passed Ji Yuanzhen from behind and continued to pursue him.

But Ma Tong was born with great strength, and his legs were extremely strong and strong. As soon as the long-handled golden hammer weighing more than 300 kilograms was released, he felt relieved and ran wildly, two or three minutes faster than before.

Liang Jingtang started late, so the distance was immediately widened and he was likely to be unable to catch up.

"Damn it!" Liang Jingtang was furious, raising the spear in his hand and about to throw it.

But just as he raised the spear, he put it down again.

Ji Yuanzhen, who was chasing after him, saw Liang Jingtang raise his gun and put it down again. He was about to complain that he gave up the last glimmer of hope of chasing him, but he changed his words when he reached his lips.

"I hope Dao Ming won't kill him directly. This kind of devil must be cut into pieces and let his blood slowly drain away. It would be a happy death if he dies in pain!"

"Young people will probably be seeking revenge!" Liang Jingtang said.

"I wonder what the fighting situation is like in the black mist? But looking at the posture, Daoming should be prepared to wait for both sides to lose in the fight before taking action." Ji Yuanzhen turned to look at the black mist, seeming to have forgotten Ma Tong.

"This child is always so cautious and careful, but lacks the energy of a young man. After all, those three immortal cultivators are also supporting justice and eliminating harm for the people. Couldn't he have taken action earlier?" Liang Jingtang looked at him after hearing this. Hei Wu curled his lips and said, seeming to have forgotten about Ma Tong.

"That can't be said. Most of the young people nowadays are young and energetic, arrogant and arrogant, let alone the young immortal cultivators.

Dao Ming is a martial artist. If he takes action too early, those people might think that he is nosy and stealing their limelight, which is a thankless task!
When something happens to them, if Dao Ming takes action, not only can he continue to keep a low profile and hide his strength, but he can also gain some favor from them, so he can get the best of both worlds! "Ji Yuanzhen said.

"It's still the old man's opinion." Liang Jingtang praised.

When Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang were talking, Ma Tong obviously felt that no one was catching up behind him, and he felt very strange. Then he wondered if he had an illusion and looked back specifically.

I was stunned at this sight.

I saw that the two people who had been fighting with him just now were standing there looking at him, as if they were afraid of something.

Ma Tong felt very strange. At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw the black mist rolling close to the ground not far away from him, and he suddenly understood.

"A rural place is a rural place, and even a master is short-sighted! When he saw the immortal cultivators fighting, he was so frightened that he only dared to watch from a distance and did not dare to get close.

But they don’t know that Qi refining monks below the Foundation Establishment stage can only reach the level of martial arts masters in the middle stage of Qi refining. They can only cast spells and control magic weapons, with more changes. "

Ma Tong felt contempt in his heart, and he had somewhat regained some psychological balance from the disastrous defeat.

Ma Tong was despising Ji Yuanzhen in his heart, and when he found psychological comfort and balance, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

Then, Ma Tong saw a figure standing up behind a dead horse body six or seven feet away in front of him. He stretched out his fingers in front of him and made several dragon claw hand movements in the air.

"Phew! Damn it, when did I become so timid!" Ma Tong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a self-deprecating thought flashed through his mind.

But immediately after, Ma Tong's eyes widened, his face turned as white as rice paper, he suddenly stopped, and then retreated quickly.

Under the cover of night, several claws condensed with strength roared through the air and grabbed Ma Tong.

There were scales on the claws, and the claw tips were as sharp as spears. They were not much different from the legendary dragon claws.

The claws were up, down, left and right, almost blocking Ma Tong's escape route by jumping up and moving left and right. The only thing he could do was to stop and then retreat.

But the opportunity is fleeting.

Just now, Ma Tong turned his head to look behind him, and when he looked back and his thoughts were spinning, and he felt something in his heart, he still ran forward.

Even when he saw Xia Daoming getting up and moving towards him from a distance, he subconsciously slowed down.

Now that I realized something was wrong, I stamped my feet and retreated quickly.

With this back and forth, Ma Tong had already ruined his last chance of escaping Xia Daoming's claws.

Ma Tong just retreated about ten feet, and the dragon claws struck.

Power surged out of Ma Tong's body, turning into golden and copper-colored armor covering his whole body.

"Stab!" "Stab!"

The sharp claw tips of the two dragon claws pierced the armor on Ma Tong's arms and passed through.

There were also two sharp claws that broke through the armor and penetrated through his thighs.

Blood spurted out, and tendons and blood vessels were severed by sharp claws.

"Pfft!"

Ma Tong collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were full of horror and disbelief.

A distance of more than seven feet can actually penetrate the armor formed by his strength and his muscles as strong as iron, and he looks very relaxed. What kind of terrifying martial arts practice is this?

A twelfth-grade grandmaster?
"Master Liang, am I deceived? It should have been seven or eight feet away just now, right?" Ji Yuanzhen blinked hard and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, there should be no flowers!" Liang Jingtang squirmed his Adam's apple vigorously.

This guy riding a horse is too perverted!

Even if you can transform and attack the enemy through seven to eight feet of strength, you can actually penetrate the opponent's armor by force?

Doesn't this mean that if this guy really wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, it's like chopping vegetables?
"A distance of seven to eight feet can break through the armor formed by the strength of the grandmaster! Is the grandmaster so powerful?" Ji Yuanzhen moistened his throat and asked.

He was considering whether it would be safer for him to call Xia Daoming his son in the future.

Calling Dao Ming directly seems a bit disrespectful!

"Old man, not long ago, I was only a sixth-grade great martial artist. You ask me, who am I going to ask? I'd better hurry up and take care of that horse copper!
It seems that we really cannot treat Dao Ming as a young man. Instead of taking revenge, he was more ruthless than us. He crippled the guy's limbs as soon as he struck, and didn't even give him a chance to commit suicide! " Liang Jingtang said.

While he was talking, Liang Jingtang had already jumped forward a few times.

When Ji Yuanzhen saw this, he quickly followed and stepped forward.

When the two of them were jumping forward one after another, a dull explosion sound suddenly sounded from the black fog not far away. Then the black fog suddenly expanded and suddenly became much thinner.

Three figures rushed out from inside and ran away in different directions.

To be precise, the woman in blue did not rush out wildly, but stumbled and trotted.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, her clothes were stained with blood, and she was obviously seriously injured.

As soon as the three people ran out, the black mist turned into a ghost claw filled with black energy and gloomy energy, grabbing at the man in white. At the same time, a ghost-headed scimitar with a ghostly white bone slashed at the woman in red. And go.

As for the woman in blue, Wu Rong didn't care.

Obviously he knew very well that the woman in blue was seriously injured and could not run away.

When Wan Gui Xuan Yin Lan transformed into sinister ghost claws to catch the man in white, Wu Rong's figure, as thin as dry wood, was completely exposed without the cover of the black mist.

Xia Daoming almost couldn't believe his eyes when he looked at the woman in blue who stumbled towards him, and Wu Rong behind her who was completely exposed to the night.

Did Wu Rong lose his mind because of the killing, or did he not pay attention to the martial arts master at all, and dared to expose himself in front of him without any protection at all?

"Master Immortal, be careful!"

Ma Tong, who was lying on the ground with only half his life left, couldn't believe what he saw and subconsciously blurted out.

Just as Ma Tong screamed, a black light was already shooting towards Wu Rong like lightning in the dark night.

Wu Rong turned his head subconsciously.

Uh, where's Ma Tong?
Why is there one more person?
Yes, it’s the Grandmaster!
There are three masters in Licheng!
Wu Rong was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly dilated.

A spear had already shot towards him with its gun light.

Wu Rong had no time to react and just watched the spear pierce through his body.

Wu Rong slowly lowered his head and looked at the big hole in his chest. He couldn't believe it was true.
What an awesome person he is, he killed three Qingyuan Sect disciples and fled, and he died inexplicably at the hands of a warrior!
"Dangdang!"

The gourd in Wu Rong's hand fell to the ground, and Gululu rolled towards Xia Daoming.

The ghost claws that originally grabbed the man in white turned into black mist again, headed towards the rolling mouth of the gourd, rolled in, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The bone-shattering knife that slashed at the woman in red lost its owner's control and fell to the ground.

"Stab!"

Before Wu Rong fell to the sky, a powerful dragon claw pierced his neck.

Wu Rong's eyes suddenly widened and he fell back.

Before Wu Rong fell back and his consciousness entered complete darkness, he rolled his eyes and glanced at Xia Daoming.

He wanted to see clearly which warrior was so cruel and cautious?

They all pierced their own chests with guns, and even stabbed their own necks with their claws!

It turned out to be a young man! Are young people today so sinister and cautious?
Wu Rong fell to the ground, his neck tilted, and his thoughts before his death were fixed on a big question mark.

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