The Battle of Martial Arts Breaks the Wind and Cloud

Sun Wukong is not even afraid of the ancestor of Xuehe, so naturally he is even more afraid of Mosule.

kill!

Sun Wukong roared, and the golden cudgel in his hand was like a pillar of the sky, whistling, he slashed at Mosule's head.

Mosule originally thought that both Sun Wukong and the blood river patriarch would suffer losses, so at this time, he would definitely be able to take advantage of it by doing it himself.

He did not expect that Monkey King is still extremely brave, and his strength is getting stronger and stronger.

A giant gleaming golden stick headed down like a thousand troops, unstoppable, and Mosule hurriedly raised his two swords to meet the golden cudgel.

Patriarch Xuehe was taken aback at this moment, thinking that Mosule must be at a disadvantage, he couldn't have blocked Monkey King's full blow.

Patriarch Xuehe let out a roar, and the Asura Blood Knife in his hand turned into a cold light and shot towards Sun Wukong's back.

"For this patriarch, this is a good opportunity to get rid of monkey grandson." Patriarch Xuehe secretly said.

A chill hit Sun Wukong's back, but Sun Wukong ignored it, and the golden cudgel still went down with all his strength.

Clang!Clang!

The golden cudgel hit Moshule's double swords twice in succession.

Moshule immediately felt the domineering and ferocious strength spread along the blade to her arms.

Ah!

With a scream, Moxiule couldn't grasp the two swords, and was split by the golden cudgel, and the golden cudgel fell like a broken bamboo.

Knowing that he couldn't dodge in time, Moshuile had no choice but to turn his head and use his whole body strength and shoulders.

There was a loud bang, although Mosule was protected by scales, his strength was also very strong, and he was using his whole body's power, but his left shoulder was still completely bloody and his bones were shattered by a stick.

At this moment, the ancestor of Xuehe, the Shura blood knife, slashed on Monkey King's back with a clang.

呲呲!

Immediately, sparks shot out, Sun Wukong staggered, leaving a faint blood mark on his back, but the indestructible body of King Kong couldn't stop the attack of a figure like Patriarch Xuehe.

Taking this opportunity, Mosule endured the pain and hurriedly prepared to flee.

"Damn it, you can't lose money by stealing chickens! You can only run away..." Mosule was extremely remorseful, and fled frantically into the distance.

only……

Emperor Zun has been in control of the entire battle situation, how could he let Mosule escape.

"Today, all enemies of the Western religion must die." Emperor Zun shouted.

"die!"

Emperor Zun's voice came to Mohele's ears, making her tremble and tremble as if struck by lightning.

"Oh no……"

Moshul screamed, his face showing despair.

boom!

A palm print appeared out of thin air, and immediately slammed it fiercely at Mosule's back.

The handprint covered the sky, powerful and mighty, and the murderous intent locked on Mosule. Mosule, who was fleeing, found desperately that no matter how he tried to escape, he could not escape the killing of the handprint.

She was completely desperate, and her heart was completely terrified.

How could she survive if the leader of Emperor Zun sect personally killed her?

If Sun Wukong chases her down, maybe she still has a chance to escape.

However, if Emperor Zun makes a move, who can survive?

In desperation, she raised her remaining arm, trying to block Emperor Zun's handprint.

"Overestimating one's abilities." Emperor Zun sneered.

puff!

I saw that Mosule's arm was first smashed by the handprint, and then her body was shattered by Emperor Zun's palm, blood and flesh splashed, and her whole body immediately turned into nothingness after the explosion. The power is terrifying.

"Moshule deserved to be killed, but he was personally killed by the leader of the Regal Sect."

A heavenly general from the heavenly court discussed.

"Moshule is the three leaders of the Mohuluojia tribe. They are powerful. I didn't expect to be killed so easily."

"Hey, don't you want to see who moved the hand?"

"The leader of Emperor Zun sect is really mighty..."

"In this battle, all the Western Cultists participating in the war may not be able to escape the massacre of the Emperor Zun Cult army..."

"Who can escape? With the leader of the Emperor Zun Sect personally sitting in the town, the power of half a step of good luck enveloped the entire battlefield. The army of the Western Sect has already been defeated. The defeat was terrible."

"But the war is not over yet... The Western Cult still has tens of millions of troops left. If you want to destroy all the Western Cult troops, the Emperor Zun Cult will also pay a certain price..."

"It's all about survival of the fittest. The destruction of the Western Sect's army is a doomed outcome. Those who died in this battle of the Emperor's Sect are just weak and weak. Those who survive will become stronger and stronger and become Emperor's subordinates." A truly elite army."

"The fate of those who run away, I will kill them myself." The emperor's voice sounded again and spread throughout the battlefield.