Just as Lan Ziyi was suspicious, Lu Ye beside him had already stepped forward and moved forward.

Ju Jia followed closely without saying a word, as if he would follow Lu Ye without hesitation even if there was a sea of ??swords and swords in front of him.

Lan Ziyi could only bite the bullet and follow.

The door of the main hall opened, like the mouth of a beast, engulfing the three figures.

The light went from bright to dark, and Lu Ye squinted slightly, sweeping across the hall.

As far as I could see, there were at least dozens of mutilated corpses scattered around, all of them were Kyushu monks who came over this time. They mistakenly thought there was something good here, broke into this place, but were beheaded by the Golden Corpse King.

Many corpses stared wide-eyed before they died, and the remaining pupils were filled with horror, obviously feeling great terror before they died.

Right above the main hall, the unremarkable corpse clan sat on a chair, propped his chin with one hand, and looked down leisurely.

He looked like he was not waiting for the dragon slayer, but an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Lu Ye raised his eyes and met Shi Sha's eyes.

The eyes glowing with golden light obviously showed a look of disappointment, and a voice like gold and iron rubbing came from the mouth of the Golden Corpse King: "Just you three? Where are the others?"

Although there were a lot of monks from Kyushu, what he really cared about was only the original Kyushu eight-member team, and he was waiting for the eight members of Lu Ye.

Unexpectedly, only three people came, and five people disappeared.

This naturally disappointed him.

There was even nameless anger surging in his chest, and the mere three of them... dared to come here to make trouble!

"If you kill you, three people... will be enough!"

The moment Lu Ye finished speaking, the giant armor took big strides. The iron tower-like body wrapped in an indescribable sense of oppression, and quickly rushed towards the corpse. His movements were not fast. The burly man gave off a clumsy feeling, but in just two or three steps, he had already thrown himself in front of Shi Sha.

Lan Ziyi was startled, she didn't expect the battle to be so straightforward, the two sides just exchanged a word as soon as they met.

However, her reaction was not slow. At the same time as the giant armor moved, she rushed out from the flank, and the slender and tall figure turned into a rainbow light, erratic and elusive, giving people an elusive feeling instantly.

"presumptuous!"

While the Golden Corpse King roared, he suddenly got up.

Facing the powerful oppression brought by the giant armor, even he did not dare to sit still and deal with it.

The two figures who were close to Chi Chi punched each other almost at the same time.

In contrast, Ju Jia's punch was powerful and heavy, while Jin Corpse King's punch had no momentum at all. No one doubted that after this punch, Jin Corpse King might break his tendons and bones, or even break his bones. The fate of being directly blown up.

But what is shocking is that the moment each other's fists touched, the giant armor, which was two or three times bigger than the golden corpse king, flew backwards.

A pure competition of strength, as a giant armor of physical training, was completely defeated!

A circle of air waves visible to the naked eye exploded up and down, impacting all directions.

At this time, Lan Ziyi had already shot out from the flanks, and the fierce storm of sword light covered the Golden Corpse King as always, and there was a clanging sound, and it was unknown how many knives were cut by the Golden Corpse King at this moment.

But what made Lan Ziyi's beautiful face pale is that her series of slashes only left light white marks on the body of the Golden Corpse King, and did not hurt him at all!

Even though he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he guessed that the body of the golden corpse king was stronger than that of the handsome iron corpse, but it was a bit exaggerated to be so strong. JrNovels.com