If Luo Yiqiu wins completely, Luo Yao will definitely not be Luo Yiqiu's opponent. He is only at the third level of the Xuan Realm, and his spear will is only at the third level. However, at this time, Luo Yiqiu will be defeated.

Three people are born in the ninth level of the mysterious realm, one is born in the eighth level of the mysterious realm, two people are born in the sixth level of the mysterious realm, one is born in the fifth level of the mysterious realm, and Luo Yao, there are a total of eight people who are surrounded and blocked him. Five of them are from the Disha Pavilion, and he cannot do anything, so he has repeatedly tolerated and has never used the unique skills of a deadly gun.

After being seriously injured and having escaped for most of the day, Luo Yiqiu's fighting power was less than 40%.

However, this 40% of the time also made Luo Yao lose face.

Several miles apart, Xue Kuang asked, "Old Yang, have you silly guys analyzed it? No matter how late you are, you can only collect the body for Luo Yishang."

Xue Kuang and Yang Wenxuan heard the news of Luo Yiqiu and gave up their actions to the base of the Random Cultivator Alliance to save people. However, when they came here, they hit the mountain and divided into two routes and two canyons.

It is a mountain range. If you track it wrongly, you may not even have a chance to collect the body.

Yang Wenxuan said: "Don't urge me, if you go wrong, don't mention collecting the body, even the hair will be gone."

At this moment, Yang Wenxuan's Xuan Stone Emperor's body finally became very useful, and his Xuan Stone Emperor's body finally awakened. He was born to be very relatives with mountains, stones and earth, and his spiritual consciousness was constantly perceived.

After a while, Yang Wenxuan said, "Go here, you have to keep up."

Xue Kuang: "..."

These are all fate. Yang Wen's Xuan Xuan Stone Emperor's body awakened and his innate qualifications bloomed. In addition, the spiritual energy here and the spiritual liquid here, he not only understood the fifth-level gravity artistic conception, but also practiced to the seventh level of the Xuan Realm. With his combat power, he could kill a master with the first level of the Xuan Realm.

Because Yang Wenxuan's improvement inspired Xue Kuang's struggle. During this period, he found the spiritual liquid and elixir. He had already practiced to the third level of Shengxuan Realm, and his understanding of sword intent also broke through to the fourth level, but his innate advantage completely crushed him.

The two ran for seven or eight miles, heard the movement, restrained their breath, and secretly touched it. They saw that Luo Yiqi was being abused by Luo Yao's blood, which was a cat playing with the mouse.

Xue Kuang sent a message: "What is your plan? Why don't you attack and kill two of them first?"

Yang Wenxuan replied: "People want to kill, but some of them cannot be killed. Who is Luo Yiqian? How can the young master of the Earth Demon Pavilion have no absolute killing methods? He is born in the fifth level of Xuan Realm.

With strength, coupled with the fourth-level gun intention, how could one of them be killed? His failure to kill means that these people are probably the people he knows."

Xue Kuang said: "It's hard for Luo Da Gun."

Yang Wenxuan said again: "There are three of them who must die. They are evil disciples of the Black Spirit Cult."

Xue Kuang said: "The old man in green clothes, a woman with black face, and one-eyed iron claws."

Yang Wenxuan said: "Yes, unexpectedly, you will deal with the iron clawed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one, and I will kill the old man in blue shirt."

Xue Kuang said: "Okay!"

Puff~!

Luo Yiqian was flew away by his brother, and he flipped seven or eight times before stopping. There was no more mysterious power in his dantian, and his soul was consumed too much, so Luo Yiqian reached his limit.

He touched the ground with a spear, and Luo Yiqiu stood up.

Even if he dies, he will stand and die even if he shoots.

Luo Yao saw Luo Yiqian's miserable appearance, and was overjoyed and said angrily: "Luo Yiqian, you finally lost to me, finally lost to me."

From childhood to Taoism, Luo Yiqian was his dream demon. Every time he fought, he was no match for Luo Yiqian, and he could not go through fifty rounds.

Luo Yiqian faced death with a surprising calmness and said, "Yes, you finally defeated me, but did you really defeat me?"

Luo Yao said: "Luck is a kind of strength, isn't it a conspiracy?"

"really!"

Luo Yiqian nodded. He could not refute this point. Winning and defeat were actually very simple. One lived, one died, one stood, and the other fell. The living won, and the dead lost.

Luo Yao said, "Let me give you your last journey."

Luo Yiqiu's spear was inserted into the ground, keeping his body, and said, "Okay!"

Close your eyes and wait for death to come.

"Boom~!"

At this moment, a dull sounded across the sky, and a figure came from the teleportation space. He carried the power of mountains, and the space could not bear his power, and cracks appeared faintly.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Wenxuan appeared in front of the old man Qingshan and shouted coldly in his heart: "Iron Mountain Fist!"

"The Art of Shaking the Mountain", "Iron Mountain Fist".

These are the secret techniques of the martial arts passed down by Xue Shaohong to Yang Wenxuan, all of which are practice methods above the heavenly level.

Yang Wenxuan once obtained the inheritance of King Li, but

He still likes the iron mountain fist, and if he punches it, it will feel very comfortable if he moves a mountain to hit it.

The old man in blue shirt changed his face. The person who came was too fast. He just heard the sound and came to him. The powerful force hit his nerves. Before he could think too much, the black spiritual power surged out and formed a black defense cover in front of him, trying his best to defend against this sneak attack.

With a loud bang, the black defense cover was broken, and the impact force like a mountain fell on the old man Qingshan. The sound of bones in his body was clearly heard. The powerful impact force penetrated his body and landed on the ground behind the old man Qingshan. The ground burst instantly, and the old man Qingshan was embedded in the pit.

However, the attack was not over yet, Xue Kuang sneaked into the attack, slashed the iron-clawed one-eyed man, and cut off one of his arms.

Luo Yao's face changed wildly, he held the spear in his hand tightly and pierced Deluo. He had to kill Luo, otherwise he would have no chance.

But he had no chance, and Yang Wenxuan shouted: "Get out!"

With a demon-subduing kick, Luo Yao flew out, and then fell beside Luo Yiqian.

Xue Kuang also arrived at the same time.

"Brother, you're a little embarrassed." Yang Wenxuan said, full of mockery.

Luo Yiqiu shouted: "Big Yang, Xue Kuang, why are you here?"

Xue Kuang said, "Of course I'm saving you. I heard that you were being chased. Lao Yang and I have been chasing each other for a day and a night. You are so good at running away. What's going on? You can't sleep with his wife, right?"

Luo Yiqian: "????"

This is the cold-talking Xue Kuangren, it’s not fake, right?

He said angrily: "He is my brother."

Yang Wenxuan said: "I'll go, you have a lot of information!"

Luo Yiqian turned black: "Gogun~!"

Luo Yao was kicked out by Yang Wenxuan, helped up by the black-faced woman, and said gritting her teeth: "Yang Wenxuan, Xue Kuang!"

He regretted it very much at this moment, why did he play with Luo Yiqiu? Why didn’t he kill him earlier? Why did he fight alone with him?...

Seeing the black-faced woman's actions, Yang Wenxuan and Xue Kuang felt a little pitiful, a poor man who had no idea of ​​sympathy.
Chapter completed!