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Chapter 120 1 enemy 3

Chapter 120: One Enemy Three
"A peerless fetish."

This kind of vision can only be caused by the gods of the world.

Mu Zibai stared dumbfounded at what Zhao Wu was holding in his hands, but he was just stunned for a moment, not greedy, the moment Zhao Wushuang stood in front of him just now moved him deeply.

"Zhao Daoyou, you..." Mu Zibai's mouth twitched uncomfortably, looking at the glittering golden fetish in his hand, he swallowed with difficulty.

After the presentation, Zhao Wushuang took it back into the storage space, and then the vision disappeared, and the four of them blinked with unsatisfactory eyes, looking at Zhao Wushuang with murderous intent, just like Chen Chen.

"The thing is on me, come and get it if you have the ability!"

After saying that, Zhao Wushuang suddenly erupted with a powerful force, the devilish energy on his body shot out into the air, and the black smoke billowed, as if to cover the sky.

The viscous devilish aura carried a strange aura, which was intimidating. Chen Chen was the first to be affected, and subconsciously released the poisonous mist, but when it collided with the devilish energy, it was obviously powerless and was completely eroded by the devilish energy.

"What?" Chen Chen backed away in surprise, a trace of devilish energy stained his body, almost corroding his body, Zhao Wushuang's devilish energy was too weird, he had to be careful.

"Isn't the thousand poisonous souls not working?" Chen Chen looked at Zhao Wushuang with a cloudy expression on his face. Zhao Wushuang was the first person who could not be affected by the poisonous mist.

Qing Feng did not move against Zhan Huang, they saw that Zhao Wushuang was only the Second Heaven of the Martial King, relying on Chen Chen's strength was more than enough to deal with him.

What they think in their minds is that only the three of them have the strength and power to fight for this thing.

The body of a thousand poisons!

The purple-black poisonous mist exploded, his eyelids and lips turned blue-purple, and a ferocious smile covered his face.

"Jie Jie, I don't know if you can stand it now?" Chen Chen's purple-black hands clasped into claws and attacked Zhao Wushuang at such a speed that only a phantom could be seen.

"Small tricks." Zhao Wushuang smiled coldly, a small black hole that swallowed everything suddenly formed on the tip of his index finger, and pointed on Chen Chen's palm impartially.

With the sound of flesh and blood being broken, and Chen Chen's screams, Mu Zibai and Zhao Wushuang had the same perspective, and they could see clearly. His entire arm burst instantly and turned into blood mist.

"Ah!" Chen Chen looked at Zhao Wushuang in disbelief. He still hasn't figured out that someone dares to fight him in close quarters. Could it be that he is not afraid of poison?

"All of you in the Poison Sect have a huge weakness, that is your physical weakness. It just so happens that I am not afraid of poison, so I, Zhao Wushuang, is your biggest nemesis." Zhao Wushuang grinned, and his figure appeared on Chen Chen's face in a flash. In front of him, a huge demon ape phantom appeared on his fist, and he punched him hard on the chest.

boom!
Chen Chen's body exploded in an instant, and blood and flesh splashed across the face. This thrilling scene made Qing Feng and Zhan Wang twitch their brows.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing Martial King Sanchongtian Chen Chen, reward experience 600000000."

"You two, why are you still standing? Aren't you going?" Zhao Wushuang asked with a soft smile.

Qing Feng and Zhan Wang looked at each other with shock in their eyes. Even if one of them fought alone with Chen Chen, they might not have much advantage, but Zhao Wushuang was able to win so easily.

"This kid should be invulnerable to all poisons. If the two of us fight together, he won't have a chance." Zhan Huang said calmly.

"Yes, although two enemies and one is not considered a heroic work, but this one is weird, let's join forces for the time being." Qing Feng nodded slowly.

"it is good."

As soon as the words fell, the two burst out their full power and attacked Zhao Wushuang, rushing from two directions, completely blocking Zhao Wushuang's escape route.

"Good come!"

Zhao Wushuang yelled, his right arm swelled instantly, and the thunder was wanton, while a phantom of a demon ape appeared in his left fist, and he went towards the two fists.

Demon Ape Punch
Hearing a muffled groan, Zhao Wushuang's body retreated quickly, two long ravines were drawn out on the ground, and his face was slightly pale.

On the other hand, the two people directly flew upside down, their bodies were full of energy and blood, and their eyes were full of horror.

"The physical body is so strong!" A thought popped into his mind in vain.

Basically, Zhao Wushuang has already controlled their strength, and it is not difficult to fight against two.

"The majestic Ninth Prince and Zhan Wangzong only have this strength? Two Martial Kings of the Third Heaven can't beat me and one of the Martial Kings of the Second Heaven. Isn't that unreasonable?" Zhao Wushuang smiled contemptuously, and he planned to use the most direct way kill them all.

"Hmph, little bastard, do you think you're sure to win?" Zhan Wang planned to make a quick decision, and Qing Feng thought the same.

Battle the world!

A golden fighting spirit erupted from Zhan Wang's body, his pupils turned golden, and a phantom of the god of war appeared behind him, with unparalleled strength, the spear in phantom's hand stabbed at Zhao Wushuang.

Lei Huang Overlord Star Knife!

A treasured sword suddenly appeared in Qingfeng's hand, and with endless power of thunder, it slashed horizontally.

The space seems to be shattered under the combined force of the two. The strength of the two can be regarded as the second echelon in the entire dynasty competition. Although they are not as good as the strongest in their sect, but under the joint efforts of the two, they have already reached the second echelon. Very strong.

"The artistic conception of war and the artistic conception of thunder?" It was two geniuses who had comprehended the special artistic conception. Zhao Wushuang nodded slightly, and then suddenly burst out a powerful killing intent, which condensed into substance and appeared around his body.

Zhao Wushuang's purple eyes turned black in an instant, the rune on his forehead was shining brightly, the blood of the ancient demon god was constantly boiling in his body, and his popularity with the ancient and evil terrifying power could only be brewing in his body.

The emperor and the devil stepped on the sky!

A phantom of the demon god appeared behind him. With the cooperation of the killing mood, the phantom of the demon god appeared extremely concise. As Zhao Wushuang stepped out with his right foot, the attack of the two was instantly shattered. The person flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out in the air.

Stepping out with the second foot, the whole space vibrated instantly, and faintly twisted, with the meaning of breaking. At this time, the two were not at a loss, but took out their own defensive magic weapon.

But just holding on for two breaths before bursting, as if his body was struck by lightning, another big mouthful of blood spewed out, his expression was sluggish and his face was pale.

"This is the price you paid for your greed." Zhao Wushuang's voice was like the voice of an abyss, without any emotion.

"No! Don't kill me! I am the Ninth Prince of the Tianyuan Dynasty, you can't kill me!" Qing Feng said in fear, his embarrassed figure looked like a clown.

"I am Zhan Kuang's younger brother, if you dare to kill me, my brother will not let you go." Zhan Wang showed some backbone, but did not immediately beg for mercy.

"You realize your mistake now? It's too late." Zhao Wushuang sneered, and took the last step.

(End of this chapter)

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