Chapter: 6864
Zhuo Wen kicked his right foot, dodged the attack of the strange saber energy around him, and retreated to the edge of the ring.
"As expected of Senior Brother Mi Liang, this Zhuo Nianxue is no match for him at all!" Mi Dong smiled.
"I'll see where you are fleeing!"
Mi Liang grinned ferociously, and slammed a heavy pendant with both legs, and quickly moved towards Zhuo Wen's pendant.
And the huge Dharma image swooped down, and countless black mist gushed out, completely covering the entire arena.
"Mi Liang is planning to kill him! If Zhuo Nianxue is not dead, he will be seriously injured!"
The arena was the center of attention, everyone's eyes were on this scene, and all of them changed countenance.
On the edge of the ring, Zhuo Wen raised his head lightly, his scarlet eyes became more and more bewitching, and more viscous and rich magic energy erupted from his body.
Boom boom boom!
In the scarlet eyes, statues of demon gods with more powerful auras manifested.
Nine statues of demon gods stand around Zhuo Wen's body, each of them has a vast aura, and none of them is weaker than the late stage of the cosmic dharma.
At this moment, Mi Liang's cosmic form has also swooped down, and the moment it saw the nine statues of demon gods, a humanized fear appeared in its eyes.
bang bang bang!
The nine statues of demon gods were cold and ruthless, and fists as big as mountains came one after another, smashing all of them on the body of Mi Liang's cosmic law.
Roar!
Mi Liang's cosmic dharma form let out a mournful roar, and horrible wounds exploded on his body, and the dark green blood of the gods spilled into the sky and the earth, miserable and sorrowful.
The nine demon statues are like a perpetual motion machine that will never stop, and their fists are constantly punching out, each punch is more terrifying than the next, as if the sky is about to be torn apart.
Mi Liang's cosmic form had no power to parry, and was finally torn to pieces by endless fists.
Mi Liang, on the other hand, hadn't reacted yet, and was punched several times. Even though the ghost head sword was in front of him, he was still severely injured, and his bones were broken into mud. crack.
Pooh!
Mi Liang spat out a mouthful of blood and hit the ground heavily. He raised his head with difficulty, staring at the figure coming from under the nine demon statues, his eyes filled with horror.
"You... are still hiding your strength?"
Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Mi Liang stared at Zhuo Wen at the feet of the nine demon statues, and uttered these words with difficulty.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, he didn't even look at Mi Liang, but stared sternly at Xu Mianyang not far behind Mi Liang.
"Mi Liang is too weak, I hope you won't let me down!"
Zhuo Wen spoke slowly, but what he said was arrogant and domineering.
However, in the arena, no one thought that Zhuo Wen was arrogant anymore.
Because, Zhuo Wen proved himself, he has the qualifications to be arrogant, didn't you see that even Mi Liang was beaten so badly by him?
"Senior Brother Mi Liang!"
Mi Dong quickly came to Mi Liang and helped him up, trying to help him to a safe place.
However, just as Mi Dong fell down, an extremely huge foot fell from the sky and stepped on it fiercely.
Mi Dong let out a scream, and when the huge soles of his feet were lifted up, Mi Dong was dying, lying on the bottom, dripping blood all over his body, and was still spitting blood from his mouth.
Xu Zhou and another monk looked at a statue of a demon god not far from Mi Dong and Mi Liang in horror. They really felt the ferocity of Zhuo Nianxue.
Xu Mianyang frowned slightly, he looked deeply at Zhuo Wen, as if he was re-examining Zhuo Wen.
"I really underestimated you! I can't understand your strength! But if you still have this strength, it's still not enough for me!"
Xu Mianyang lightly tapped his right foot, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the air, continuously floating up, and finally landed on the shoulder of the golden-winged giant, looking down on Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen was held in the palm of a demon god statue, his eyes were as cold as a monster, and he said: "Then try a fight!"
"kill!"
Xu Mianyang snorted coldly, suddenly one after another strange huge pale arms protruded from the ground of the ring, and grabbed at the nine demon statues.
And the golden-winged giant at Xu Mianyang's feet spread its golden wings, soared into the sky, soared above the nine heavens, and then swooped down quickly, holding a golden spear, charging towards the nine demon statues. JrNovels.com
"As expected of Senior Brother Mi Liang, this Zhuo Nianxue is no match for him at all!" Mi Dong smiled.
"I'll see where you are fleeing!"
Mi Liang grinned ferociously, and slammed a heavy pendant with both legs, and quickly moved towards Zhuo Wen's pendant.
And the huge Dharma image swooped down, and countless black mist gushed out, completely covering the entire arena.
"Mi Liang is planning to kill him! If Zhuo Nianxue is not dead, he will be seriously injured!"
The arena was the center of attention, everyone's eyes were on this scene, and all of them changed countenance.
On the edge of the ring, Zhuo Wen raised his head lightly, his scarlet eyes became more and more bewitching, and more viscous and rich magic energy erupted from his body.
Boom boom boom!
In the scarlet eyes, statues of demon gods with more powerful auras manifested.
Nine statues of demon gods stand around Zhuo Wen's body, each of them has a vast aura, and none of them is weaker than the late stage of the cosmic dharma.
At this moment, Mi Liang's cosmic form has also swooped down, and the moment it saw the nine statues of demon gods, a humanized fear appeared in its eyes.
bang bang bang!
The nine statues of demon gods were cold and ruthless, and fists as big as mountains came one after another, smashing all of them on the body of Mi Liang's cosmic law.
Roar!
Mi Liang's cosmic dharma form let out a mournful roar, and horrible wounds exploded on his body, and the dark green blood of the gods spilled into the sky and the earth, miserable and sorrowful.
The nine demon statues are like a perpetual motion machine that will never stop, and their fists are constantly punching out, each punch is more terrifying than the next, as if the sky is about to be torn apart.
Mi Liang's cosmic form had no power to parry, and was finally torn to pieces by endless fists.
Mi Liang, on the other hand, hadn't reacted yet, and was punched several times. Even though the ghost head sword was in front of him, he was still severely injured, and his bones were broken into mud. crack.
Pooh!
Mi Liang spat out a mouthful of blood and hit the ground heavily. He raised his head with difficulty, staring at the figure coming from under the nine demon statues, his eyes filled with horror.
"You... are still hiding your strength?"
Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Mi Liang stared at Zhuo Wen at the feet of the nine demon statues, and uttered these words with difficulty.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, he didn't even look at Mi Liang, but stared sternly at Xu Mianyang not far behind Mi Liang.
"Mi Liang is too weak, I hope you won't let me down!"
Zhuo Wen spoke slowly, but what he said was arrogant and domineering.
However, in the arena, no one thought that Zhuo Wen was arrogant anymore.
Because, Zhuo Wen proved himself, he has the qualifications to be arrogant, didn't you see that even Mi Liang was beaten so badly by him?
"Senior Brother Mi Liang!"
Mi Dong quickly came to Mi Liang and helped him up, trying to help him to a safe place.
However, just as Mi Dong fell down, an extremely huge foot fell from the sky and stepped on it fiercely.
Mi Dong let out a scream, and when the huge soles of his feet were lifted up, Mi Dong was dying, lying on the bottom, dripping blood all over his body, and was still spitting blood from his mouth.
Xu Zhou and another monk looked at a statue of a demon god not far from Mi Dong and Mi Liang in horror. They really felt the ferocity of Zhuo Nianxue.
Xu Mianyang frowned slightly, he looked deeply at Zhuo Wen, as if he was re-examining Zhuo Wen.
"I really underestimated you! I can't understand your strength! But if you still have this strength, it's still not enough for me!"
Xu Mianyang lightly tapped his right foot, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the air, continuously floating up, and finally landed on the shoulder of the golden-winged giant, looking down on Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen was held in the palm of a demon god statue, his eyes were as cold as a monster, and he said: "Then try a fight!"
"kill!"
Xu Mianyang snorted coldly, suddenly one after another strange huge pale arms protruded from the ground of the ring, and grabbed at the nine demon statues.
And the golden-winged giant at Xu Mianyang's feet spread its golden wings, soared into the sky, soared above the nine heavens, and then swooped down quickly, holding a golden spear, charging towards the nine demon statues. JrNovels.com
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