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Chapter 158 Killing Yang Jing, Mysterious Red Cloud
With the formation of the Iron-Blood Demon Bone Fan, the surrounding demonic energy was extremely strong, and the demonic flames started a prairie fire, and fires broke out everywhere.

Soon, the hideous and terrifying Zhong Kui's Dharma figure emerged from the rising magic flame.

It has a leopard head with ring eyes, an iron face and a beard, and its whole body is surrounded by demonic flames.

The ring eyes of Zhong Kui's Faxiang locked Yang Jing tightly, and Yang Jing felt a creepy feeling in his cold eyes.

Lin Yuan used the fan as a knife, and the iron-blooded demon bone fan slashed upwards fiercely.

Mo Yan came with a slashing attack from the wind, and Yang Jing's face suddenly changed. He dodged suddenly, barely avoiding Lin Yuan's attack.

The strong wind slashed by the iron-blooded demon bone fan left a gully more than ten meters long on the ground.

Yang Jing's brows were deeply frowned. Everyone was a master, and he felt the oppression brought by Lin Yuan.

Not easy to deal with!
Lin Yuan gave him an extremely difficult feeling.

"Let's start together."

"Today either he dies or we die. In any case, he must be killed." Yang Jing shouted at the Eighteen Arhats.

Since he himself is not Lin Yuan's opponent, he can only join forces with Eighteen Arhats to try to defeat Lin Yuan.

Both Lin Yuan and Yang Jing are the top masters among human life pattern masters. After the Eighteen Arhats teamed up to form a large formation, they are also qualified to fight Lin Yuan.

Yang Jing and the Eighteen Arhats attacked Lin Yuan one after the other.

Lin Yuan was one against two, no, or one against nineteen, and he didn't lose the slightest bit.

Facing the front and rear attacks, Lin Yuan was not afraid of the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan.

With a wave of the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand, a huge tornado formed around him, and the tornado swept all the way, getting bigger and bigger, emitting a scalp-numbing whistling sound.

Facing the oncoming tornado, whether it was Yang Jing or Eighteen Arhats, they all subconsciously took a defensive posture.

And Lin Yuan took advantage of your illness to kill you.

Lin Yuan hid in the eye of the tornado, and when the tornado swept past Yang Jing, the magic flames on the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand exploded, and he used the fan as a knife to cut towards Yang Jing's chest.

If this hit was real, Yang Jing could be ripped open with one blow.

It's too late, it's too soon.

At this critical moment, Yang Jing's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he blocked the three-pointed two-edged knife in front of his chest, barely blocking the blow.

"when!"

There was a sound of metal and iron clanging, and the iron-blooded demon bone fan hit the three-pointed and double-edged knife, and the "cracking" hit sparks.

On the hilt of the three-pointed two-edged knife, several gaps were punched by the iron-blooded demon bone fan.

In other words, following Yang Jing with this three-pointed and two-edged knife is also an old crime.

He was bent by Lin Yuan just now and just straightened, and now he was punched with several gaps.

"Lin Yuan, you are nothing more than that!"

After blocking Lin Yuan's blow, Yang Jing was inevitably a little proud.

However, the facts would soon tell him that he was too complacent too soon.

"Stunned."

"Squeaky, squeaky."

There was a crisp sound after another, and then, sharp thorns popped out of the fan bone.

The spike popped out and pierced directly into Yang Jing's chest.

As the fan bone of the Jagged Demon Bone Fan pierced into Yang Jing's body, blood shot out instantly.

"what!"

Yang Jing let out a scream, staggered back a few steps one after another, and almost fell to the ground.

Lin Yuan took advantage of Yang Jing's injury and swung the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand to attack.

"when!"

"Dang! Dang!"

Lin Yuan attacked one after another, but Yang Jing resisted in panic.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Eighteen Arhats on the side quickly cut into the battlefield from the side, trying to relieve Yang Jing's pressure.

Now, they and Yang Jing are both prosperous and hurt. If Yang Jing is defeated by Lin Yuan, they will not get any benefit.

The golden light Buddha composed of eighteen arhats chanted the Buddha's voice. Under the Buddha's voice, they swung out one palm after another, and the huge Buddha's palm prints slapped toward Lin Yuan like whack-a-mole.

Dozens of Buddha's palm prints emitting golden light were photographed one after another. Lin Yuan was not afraid, and waved the iron-blooded demon bone fan in his hand, and fan-shaped winds collided with the golden Buddha's palm.

Eighteen Arhats helped Yang Jing catch Lin Yuan's frontal attack, and Yang Jing also breathed a sigh of relief.

Relieved, Yang Jing attacked Lin Yuan from behind again.

At this time, Lin Yuan's strength was slightly better than Yang Jing's, but Yang Jing also had an eighteen arhat as his assistant.

As the battle has reached a fever pitch, both sides are now fighting for real.

However, the longer the battle lasted, it would be extremely unfavorable for Lin Yuan and Yang Jing.

Because, when they are fighting, they have to bear the risk of demonic energy entering their brains at any time.

The longer the battle lasts, the greater the risk they take.

The other side of the battle.

The battle between Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng has also reached a fever pitch. Although they belong to the same family, they are merciless when they fight.

Zhang Zhen waved the wind and thunder wings, and Zhang Peng stepped on the hot wheel.

The two of them were covered with lightning, and the other was surrounded by fire.

The strength of the two of them is much inferior to that of Lin Yuan and Yang Jing, and their stamina is naturally far inferior to that of Lin Yuan and Yang Jing.

At this moment, the energy in their bodies was almost exhausted.

Apart from the instinctive body protection energy, the two of them could no longer attack with energy.

The way the two attack now is also very primitive, that is, if you stab me with a gun, I will hit you with a stick.

"You bastard, try to stab me again." Zhang Zhen said weakly.

As soon as Zhang Zhen's words fell, Zhang Peng stabbed him in the shoulder with a gun, and blood shot out.

"Guisun, try hitting me again." Zhang Peng shouted unconvinced.

As soon as Zhang Peng's words fell, Zhang Zhen also hit his head with a stick, causing blood to flow from his head.

That is to say, the two of them are almost exhausted now, and they don't have much strength now.

Otherwise, Zhang Peng's shot could pierce Zhang Zhen's heart, and Zhang Zhen's stick could also shatter Zhang Peng's head.

The strength and energy of the two of them are almost exhausted now. This desperate fight between masters has turned them into gangsters fighting on the street.

Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng's turn-based game gradually became unbearable.

Because, not only were the energy in their bodies exhausted, but even their physical strength was exhausted.

The current state of the two of them can be described in one sentence.

That is, it feels like the body is being hollowed out!

"Chick."

"Chick."

Two heavy objects fell to the ground in succession, Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng fell from the air almost at the same time, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Both of them were lying on the ground powerlessly on their backs, and now they didn't even have the strength to move their fingers.

"Grandson, you're so damn hard to die!" Zhang Zhen said weakly.

Zhang Peng also responded angrily: "You are the same, let's be each other!"

"Huh! Huh!" Zhang Peng panted heavily, and after a long time of relief, he asked the next sentence: "You are definitely not Yang Dingguo, who are you?"

"At this level, it's hard to say whether the two of us can survive."

"Now, you can always tell me your real identity?"

After hearing Zhang Peng's question, Zhang Zhen grinned, showing his big white teeth, and said weakly, "I'm you."

Zhang Peng: "????"

Obviously, as a southerner, Zhang Peng didn't understand what Zhang Zhen meant.

It has been nearly half an hour since the King's Party's interception until now.

Zhang Zhen and Zhang Peng were completely disabled, and they were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

On the other side, Yang Dingguo's guards also fought with other members of the King's Party.

Of course, since Yang Dingguo's disguise was very good, he was still safe.

Up to now, the only battlefield that is still in a state of fierce battle is the battlefield of Lin Yuan and Yang Jing.

On the battlefield here, the Eighteen Arhats could no longer hold on.

The golden Buddha avatars of the Eighteen Arhats had been crushed by Lin Yuan. Among the Eighteen Arhats, 11 had been beheaded by Lin Yuan, and the remaining seven were all wounded.

"Yang Jing, can you do it?"

"If this continues, all our brothers will die!" The bald man code-named "Subduing Dragon" roared, his abdomen was torn open with a fist-sized hole.

The remaining seven looked even worse than him, and they were all covered in blood, almost like blood men.

However, in the face of the shout of "subduing the dragon", Yang Jing remained unmoved.

At this time, Yang Jing's eyes were as red as blood, and the devilish energy was rising all over his body, and he was already possessed by the devil.

Looking at Lin Yuan at the side, although the situation is slightly better than Yang Jing's, he is still on the verge of being possessed.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!" Seeing that Yang Jing was completely infatuated, Lin Yuan couldn't help but shouted to the sky.

So good, so good!

If Yang Jing hadn't been completely possessed, Lin Yuan would not be very easy to deal with him when he was still half-human and half-demon.

Now that he is completely possessed, Lin Yuan will be able to show his talents.

"Enchanted!"

"Yang Jing, you will definitely die today." After saying these words, Lin Yuan said slowly, "Zhong Kui kills demons."

After finishing the words, Lin Yuan slowly raised his hand, and endless hot magic flames condensed on the Iron Blood Demon Bone Fan.

Fanning, wind and clouds rise.

Strong wind, magic flame.

The hunting wind will blow Lin Yuan's hair, and the endless magic flame will reflect Zhong Kui's Dharma.

The endless fiery flames on the Iron-Blooded Demon Bone Fan began to transform into a brand new power of rules.

Kill the devil.

The magic flame turned into a fan-shaped qi and slashed towards Yang Jing. The qi carried the regular power of "slaying demons".

Yang Jing, who was in a state of enchantment, raised the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand to resist, but when the energy passed, the three-pointed two-edged knife was cut in two.

Apart from the three-pointed and double-edged sword, Yang Jing was also chopped into two pieces.

Yang Jing was also split in half abruptly from the middle, and the pitch-black blood mist exploded.

Yang Jing's body crashed to the ground. At this moment, Lin Yuan was also suffering from the backlash of the demonic energy.

Suppressing the backlash from the demonic energy, Lin Yuan wanted to completely burn Yang Jing's body to ashes.

However, at this moment, a group of red clouds broke through the void, engulfed Yang Jing's remnant body, and disappeared directly on the spot.

Lin Yuan wanted to chase, but staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

The magic energy entered his head, and he was powerless to pursue it.

(End of this chapter)