"Everyone has their own ambitions. Since General Wu regards him as a beast, Liu is not interested in it. However, it is always good to have one missing thing like an enemy." Liu Wensheng smiled, and while speaking, he looked at another battle group, which was the hunchbacked old man and the old man Lan.

"General Wu, Elder Du, kill the enemy!" Liu Wensheng spoke lightly, speaking slowly, with a gentle tone and elegant temperament. He was always a weak scholar, but in his words, he had an indescribable killing, which made people feel scared.

In another Nascent Soul Stage Great Perfection Battle, two old men were fighting fiercely, one holding a spear and the other holding a halberd tightly, and their bodies were like ghosts, rising from the sky to the earth and abyss, roaring all the way. Wherever they passed, the sky was turned upside down and everything was gone.

Liu Wensheng's entire body light flashed and appeared above the two old men in an instant. He hung his hands in front of his chest and formed a strange magic trick. Behind him, a willow tree immediately appeared with thousands of branches, dancing slowly, like a Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

Suddenly, countless branches of the willow tree ejected out and rushed towards the old man in the battle group below.

The old man Lan immediately noticed Liu Wensheng's appearance. After his thoughts changed, he immediately realized something. His face changed drastically and he had already developed a desire to retreat. He waved his arm suddenly, and the bronze halberd swept out, sweeping out the spear straight into the piercing.

Immediately, the old man Lan urged his magic, and the bronze halberd was enormous in an instant. He shook his body and stood on it. The sound of breaking through the air was about to escape from the battle group before thousands of willow branches fell.

"Woooo!" A sudden sound of ghosts and wolves howling came. In the sky, dark clouds were covered with black rain. A large area of ​​black stick shadows mixed with countless hideous ghost heads swept over, blocking the way of the old man Lan.

"A mere top-grade magic weapon is like the light of rice grains. He dares to compete with Haoyue for light, overestimate his ability!" Old Man Lan was very anxious, but he looked at the attack with disdain. He stretched out a finger and pointed it lightly into the sky.

In an instant, dark clouds and dark rain, stick shadows and ghost heads all collapsed and disappeared after a flash.

"It is indeed a bit of a joke to deal with a great perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage, but there are no good magic weapons at all, so I can only compete with you with bare hands."

Du Fan swooped over, and five phantoms appeared on his body, including golden crane, green deer, black tiger, red ape, and yellow bear, layer by layer, beautiful. When he punched it out, the sound of the five animals rose up, containing strange energy, mixed with the power of the five elements, and was extremely domineering.

Seeing this scene, the old man Lan showed a solemn look on his face. He also punched with the help of the bronze phlegm under his foot.

"Boom!" When the two fists collided together, dozens or hundreds of large cracks in space suddenly shook out from the nearby void and spread in all directions. The scene was extremely terrifying.

After the strike, Du Fan's face suddenly turned pale, "Du thud..." he withdrew several steps in a row before he stood firm again.

However, the old man Lan just stopped and then turned to the bronze phlegm in the direction of the bronze phlegm and continued to break through the air.

Wu Wei did not approach the battle group. He stood in the distance, and a green longbow appeared in his hand. He held the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other. When the bow was bent like a full moon, with a "buzzing", the arrow immediately turned into a beam of lightning and shot straight towards the old man in the blue lightning.

The old man Blue had to stop escaping light, and pointed his single foot lightly. The bronze ephirlwind was just a blur, and immediately became normal size, and returned to his hand. As his arm suddenly swung, the bronze ephirwind stabbed out.

"Do!" The bronze phlegm and the flying arrow were incorrect. A sharp and sharp sound like metal friction came out, and then the arrow collapsed and turned into a rainy sky.

After a brief fight with Du Fan and Wu Wei, although the old man Lan did not suffer any serious damage, it was this delay that thousands of green willow branches hang down, not airtight, submerged him and disappeared in an instant.

The hunchbacked old man rushed over, without saying a word, holding a spear in his hand and rushed directly into the willow-covered area.

Wu Wei shook his wrist and put away his green longbow. He glanced at the thousands of willow branches, took a deep breath, and walked in.

Du Fan was the same, following closely behind and sank into thousands of willow branches.

Liu Wensheng stood there without moving. While activating the secret technique of willow trees and manipulating the branches to dance around, he raised his hand and the spirit refining furnace flew from a distance, floating above his head, staring at him, ready to wait.

After about a meal, a loud noise and an angry roar suddenly came from the thousands of willow branches. Immediately after a violent space shock, a nascent Soul man rushed out and looked at his appearance. It was the old man Lan.

Seeing this, Liu Wensheng's eyes suddenly burst out, and he raised his finger and looked at the Lan Old Man's Nascent Soul.

"Buzz!" The long-standing spirit refining furnace rushed out in an instant, flashed and came to the old man Lan approaching and directly stored it in it.

On the surface of the body of the spirit refining furnace, the flames rolled, the heat was evaporated, and the burning temperature was burning.

The willow tree behind Liu Wensheng and the thousands of willow branches below slowly disappeared, and Du Fan, the hunchbacked old man, and Wu Wei appeared.

"Old Liu, I tell you that you can't miss it again this time. I don't want to be cared about by two Nascent Soul Stage Dzogchen Day and Day at the same time." Wu Wei said loudly.

"Don't worry, no." Liu Wensheng smiled, still with a gentle look on his face, but the movements on his hands were almost dazzling. In a moment, hundreds of magic tricks were shot and entered different positions of the spirit refining furnace in turn.

The old man in the spirit refining furnace was struggling dyingly, causing the spirit refining furnace to shrink and roar. However, the degree of struggle of the man in the blood robe was obviously much worse than the previous one. After all, the body of the blood robe was not destroyed at that time, and there were magic weapons to help him. However, the old man in the Lan is only one Yuanying who is good at escaping, but he was trapped in the spirit refining furnace. It can be said that he was in poverty.

This refining process lasted for about half an hour. When the flames burning around the refining furnace completely dissipated, Liu Wensheng's palm spread out. After rotating the refining furnace dripped in the air for several times, it suddenly turned into the size of a palm and flew back to Liu Wensheng's hand in a flash.

"How is it?" Wu Wei kept looking at it, and he asked urgently until the spirit refining furnace returned to Liu Wensheng's hand.

"Die." Liu Wensheng spoke indifferently, then his wrist shook and the spirit refining furnace disappeared.

"Old Liu, you finally did a reliable thing!" Wu Wei breathed a long sigh and looked much more relaxed in an instant.

"Elder Du, I have heard of your extraordinaryness for a long time, but I didn't expect that it would have reached this level. If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes, it would be incredible." The hunchbacked old man looked at Du Fan, and a strange light flashed in his eyes and bowed his hand and said.

"Where are the hard-hitting Zhen Yuan and the killing of Hong Ze, all of them are the contributions of our ancestors, General Wu and you. I have only done some effort. Compared with the three of them, it is not worth mentioning." Du Fan waved his hand and said, while secretly depressed in his heart. He agreed not to show off his limelight and acted in a low-key manner, but in the end he took action. The reason is that General Wu insisted on pulling him into the water. It was too cripple. What's even more annoying is that if you say that you hide your strength, General Wu is no less hidden than him.

"Let's talk about other things. Since the two Nascent Soul stages of the other party ran and died, then this decisive battle is time to come to an end." Liu Wensheng did not show too much surprise for Du Fan's performance just now, but looked at Du Fan with a deep meaning, then took over the conversation and spoke like this.

"Okay, then the four of us will divide the work. I and Brother Liu will help the battlefield of the Nascent Soul stage, General Wu will help the Jindan stage, and Elder Du will help the Foundation Establishment stage and Qi Refining stage." The hunchbacked old man was also tactful. After his eyes flashed, he echoed Liu Wensheng and said.

"No problem." The suggestion made by the hunchbacked old man was reasonable, so naturally no one objected. The four of them immediately dispersed and rushed to different battlefields.

...

Du Fan was in the crowd, and with his hands, he immediately streaked black mist squirted out of his heavenly spirit. After rolling in the air above his head, he turned into ghosts of four forms: jackal, wolf, tiger, and leopard. Then he flashed out and rushed into the enemy's low-level monks, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, wandering around and constantly harvesting life.

Immediately afterwards, his body twisted and made some very strange-looking movements.

In a moment, the five animals' clones left their bodies and scattered out in various ways, killing them on a large scale. Wherever they passed, they were bloody and terrible. They were many times stronger than the four ghosts, jackals, wolves, tigers and leopards.

Suddenly, the figure of a woman in purple skirt fell into Du Fan's eyes.

Tuoba Yan'er is being besieged by two foundation-building monks in Zhongzhou. The woman is obviously defeated and retreats step by step. Her face is pale, her dress is covered with blood, and her body is covered with scars. She is still gritting her teeth and persevering, and she strives to activate a piece of magic weapon fragment, but she refuses to retreat.

In fact, since the war has been going on, there is no suspense about the outcome. Many people in Chongzhou have begun to leave the battlefield and flee in all directions.

Two foundation-building monks who besieged Tuoba Yan'er, one of them was a physical cultivator. He developed his body skills and wandered behind the woman. Taking advantage of the time when another foundation-building monk on his side fought against Tuoba Yan'er, he accidentally punched and hit the back of Tuoba Yan'er.

If this punch hits, this woman will never survive, and it seems that she will not be able to avoid it.

Suddenly, Du Fan appeared, and one palm was poked out, holding the fist of the foundation-building monk. At the same time, a soft force was rolled out, gently pushing another foundation-building monk who attacked Tuoba Yan'er away, and immediately pulled the woman back from the brink of death.

"Elder Du?" When the two foundation-building monks saw the visitor, they were stunned at first, and then quickly gave a bow. The expression was very excited, and the admiration in their eyes was particularly obvious. (To be continued.)
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