Peerless God of War

The fierce chase in front of me was full of dangers and very tragic.

Chen Xiao hid in the dark, watching all this with cold eyes, watching a good show.

He opened his eyes wide and stared carefully at the sore-stricken middle-aged monk who was being chased to the end, and felt a sense of familiarity in his mind.

For a moment, he was filled with surprise and surprise.

"How come? It feels a little familiar?"

He said to himself that he couldn't remember it no matter how much he thought about it, and for a time he thought it was his illusion.

"Familiar? Ha, you will naturally feel familiar. You have met this person before, why have you forgotten it now?"

At this time, Hiro spoke up and joked.

Chen Xiao was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said with a puzzled look on his face: "I have seen this person before? How could it be possible?"

Hiro nodded, with a confident look on his face, and said: "You have seen it before, but at that time, this man was wearing a cloak and his face was covered, and he was specially disguised. It is normal that you can't recognize him, but I But I can tell where this person is from at a glance.”

"Oh? Who is this person?"

Chen Xiao became interested and asked, his heart was itching and he wanted to know.

Hiro smiled and said: "Back then, he was the one who attacked Bingfeng and seriously injured him at the Ice Marrow Spring."

Hearing this, Chen Xiao was surprised and shocked.

"What, it turned out to be him. He was the man in black who attacked the Ice Phoenix Fairy. No wonder he always feels a little familiar, but it's like this."

Chen Xiao had a look of surprise on his face and thought about it in his mind.

The scene at that time was very chaotic. This person suddenly took action and attacked with a poisonous blood blade, severely injuring the Ice Phoenix Fairy. Then before the monks of the Demon Temple could react, he turned around and ran away.

never thought

, but encountered it here today.

"Fairy Ice Phoenix has an order. Anyone who captures the attacker will be seriously injured, regardless of life or death. I will accept your head with a smile."

The male cultivator who was chasing the two men shouted loudly, and something like an awl appeared in his hand. He pushed hard and flew out of the air, speeding up to attack the escaping middle-aged male cultivator.

Beside him, another female cultivator did not show any weakness. She raised her hand and flew out with a sword. She also attacked with the flying sword.

While pursuing and attacking from a distance, they suppressed the escaping middle-aged male cultivator and forced him into a desperate situation bit by bit.

Moreover, these two people are quite powerful. They are both Three Tribulation Immortal cultivators. They are fierce and murderous, and they are sure to win a blow.

The middle-aged male cultivator gritted his teeth, stopped, and turned back to attack.

With a sad look on his face, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, saying: "I never expected that my majestic Green Snake Sect would die at my hands. It was my disciple who was unfilial and ruined the foundation of our ancestors. Even if I die today, I will never succumb to the Demon Temple." "

Before he finished speaking, he took action.

A short sword appeared in his hand, and the sword thrust out, turning into a blood-colored sword shadow a hundred feet long, and slashed at the incoming flying cone.

With a bang, a ball of sparks exploded from the flying cone, and it was knocked away. Then the middle-aged male cultivator struck with anger and slashed at the male cultivator with his sword.

Seeing this, the male cultivator smiled disdainfully, "You offended the Demon Temple, and you deserve this. If you want to feel resentful, just hate the Demon Temple. You can't blame the two of us."

"Senior brother, be careful. This person will fight back before his death. I'm afraid he won't be willing to be killed."

The female cultivator on the side warned carefully.

The male cultivator laughed, but didn't care, saying: "He is at the end of his tether."

, at the end of the road, with no way to retreat. After being chased all this way by us, we have already figured out his path. There is no other way. Now he is just a sheep waiting to be slaughtered. "

After hearing this, the female cultivator frowned and said, "Brother, be careful and you won't make a big mistake."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, be careful, that's all." The male cultivator said helplessly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and rushed forward.

I saw him holding a short spear and facing the opponent's sword. Bang bang bang, a series of crisp sounds came out, and the sword shadow immediately shattered. The middle-aged male cultivator staggered and was forced to retreat. back.

Obviously, the male cultivator had the upper hand with this blow.

Suddenly, he felt reassured and laughed loudly, "You don't have the strength to fight back anymore. Wouldn't it be better to just die and be spared a little torture?"

"Hmph, if you want my life, take it yourself."

The middle-aged male cultivator said angrily with eyes full of resentment.

Hearing this, the male cultivator's face twisted and he said, "Okay, take your life and kill."

He pointed the short spear in his hand, and the long spear was like a dragon, breaking through the clouds and piercing the air. He accelerated to kill, hoping to kill the opponent with one shot.

When the middle-aged male cultivator saw it, his face was extremely solemn. He wanted to raise his energy, use his magic power, and raise his sword to block, but he was unable to do so. His body shook a few times, and he seemed to be exhausted.

Obviously, he has shown himself defeated and is just struggling to hold on.

When the male cultivator saw it, the smile on his face became even brighter. He accelerated sharply, sprinted forward, and stabbed out with a spear.

The middle-aged monk raised his sword to block, and the spears and swords clashed back and forth, making a clanging sound, and air waves exploded.

In just one breath, the two of them fought dozens of people

round.

Bang.

There was another muffled sound, and the middle-aged monk's hand softened, and the sword tilted to one side. Seeing this, the male cultivator rushed forward and stabbed out with a spear.

Poof.

The tip of the spear penetrated the body and passed through the body. Blood spurted out. The middle-aged monk's mouth was bleeding, and his face suddenly turned pale.

This shot severely wounded him, fatally.

When the male cultivator saw this, he was about to use his strength again to kill them all, but he suddenly realized that there was no fear in the other person's eyes. Instead, he looked like he was succeeding and smiled ferociously.

His heart thumped, and he secretly thought something was wrong. He wanted to take a step back, but he was still a step too late.

I saw the middle-aged monk using his left hand to grab the gun body, and a piece of blue-purple poisonous mist condensed with his right hand. He shot it out with a palm, hitting the male cultivator in the face. The poisonous mist entered the body, and numerous pustules appeared on the male cultivator's face, which was covered with bruises. , extremely ferocious and terrifying.

"ah."

The male cultivator howled miserably, struggled hard, and fluttered the short spear in his hand, throwing the middle-aged cultivator away.

But he himself fell directly to the ground.

"Senior brother."

Not far behind, the female cultivator witnessed all this, her eyes were splitting, she screamed, rushed over, and hugged her senior brother.

With murderous intent in her eyes, she glanced at the middle-aged monk and wanted to kill him, but she didn't.

She first took out a bottle of detoxification pill, stuffed it into the male cultivator's mouth, helped him take it, and slowly refined it.

Then, she raised her eyebrows coldly, pointed her sword directly at the opponent, and shouted: "Hand over the antidote, and I will give you a pleasure, otherwise your life will be worse than death."

The middle-aged monk laughed wildly three times and said coldly: "There is no antidote. He was poisoned by the strange poison of our Green Snake Sect. He is neither dead nor disabled. He is hopeless. If you want to blame him, blame him."

He himself is not as skilled as others, so he should have this difficulty. "

When the female cultivator heard this, she became furious and raised her sword to stab him.