At the beginning, he became a baby and worshipped Uncle Jiu as his godfather!

"This is the Yellow Turban Warrior, is this the real Yellow Turban Warrior?"

The Dragon Slayer shook his head in disbelief.

"Impossible, impossible, there has been no Yellow Turban Warrior in the world for at least fifty years."

Deng Zibu smiled calmly and said, "What's the big deal if it's impossible or not? Just see if the fist you hit is real or not."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

The Yellow Turban Warrior immediately turned into a golden light and flew towards the Dragon Slayer.

The Dragon Slayer turned around and ran away on the ground, rolling and crawling, using his hands and feet.

No matter how unbelievable he was, no matter whether the Yellow Turban Warrior in front of him was real or not, it was true that he couldn't beat him.

Just as he was about to run, the Yellow Turban Warrior had already jumped in front of him from midair.

He stretched out his left hand forward and was about to grab the Dragon Slayer's chest.

The Dragon Slayer pressed down and took out a dagger from his arms and was about to stab forward.

But he couldn't move at all, and was grabbed by the Yellow Turban Warrior, who grabbed the clothes on his chest and lifted him up directly from the ground.

This golden warrior was more than ten feet tall, and his arms were thicker than the waist of the Dragon Slayer.

He lifted him up in the air like a chicken.

The Dragon Slayer could only struggle in vain.

He stabbed the Yellow Turban Warrior's exposed arm with the dagger in his hand.

All he could hear was a clang, as if he was stabbing on steel, and he couldn't stab at all.

And it was difficult for him to exert force in this posture.

Even the golden light of the Yellow Turban Warrior's body protection couldn't pierce a ripple.

The Yellow Turban Warrior held the Dragon Slayer in one hand and clenched his fist with the other hand.

The fist, which was bigger than a vinegar jar, came down with a gust of wind.

Looking at such a big fist, how could the Dragon Slayer dare to let it hit his face.

He quickly blocked it with his bare hands.

His two hands crossed in front of his face.

But it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He only felt an indescribable force, pushing him hard and hitting his back of the hand on his face.

It seemed that he heard a sound of "plop", hitting his nose.

Taoist Tulong felt his nose was sore, tears were streaming, and his eyes were black.

The back of his hand was bleeding, his nose was crooked, and half of his face was sunken, as if he had opened a sauce shop, and salty, sour, and spicy things were all rolling out.

Originally a square face with some sinister, now it seems like a pancake that was fished out and then hit hard by a punch in the middle, making it sunken.

Just this punch almost killed Taoist Tulong on the spot.

Being hit on the nose, the whole person became sore and almost lost his strength.

Seeing that he didn't kill him with one punch, under the control of Deng Zibu, the Yellow Turban Warrior continued to hold the Dragon Slayer Taoist priest, and raised his fist, which was bigger than a vinegar jar, high up, and punched him hard again.

After tasting the power, the Dragon Slayer Taoist priest was really terrified.

But he was indeed an old man, and he was also quite witty and very good at responding to situations.

Seeing that he couldn't cause any harm to the Yellow Turban Warrior in front of him, he made a quick decision and stabbed his chest with a dagger.

With a swishing sound, his skin directly cut the clothes on his chest.

At the same time, he exerted force on his chest and lifted his legs, kicking forward like a rabbit kicking an eagle, kicking on the big and strong chest of the Yellow Turban Warrior.

With one leg kicking away, the clothes on his chest were completely torn.

The rags were still in the hands of the Yellow Turban Warrior, but he finally escaped.

He rolled over twice on the ground, endured the severe pain all over his body, endured the tears, and fled out in a panic.

It was also because the Dragon Slayer Taoist was tall, otherwise he might not be able to hit the Yellow Turban Warrior with this kick.

The warrior was tall, strong and sturdy, and his height was more than ten feet.

Even one of his arms was longer than the legs of ordinary people.

It was not so easy for him to escape.

The Yellow Turban Warrior just swayed and fell from the sky, and his left hand opened like a big net. He pressed hard on the shoulder of the Dragon Slayer Taoist and pressed him to the ground.

After an intimate contact with the earth, the Dragon Slayer's face hit the mud again.

His face, which was already a little sunken, and his broken nose, was even more sour now.

Tears flowed out uncontrollably.

It was even faster than the blood on his body.

Tears, blood and dirt mixed together and smeared his face in a mess.

He was really scared.

He turned his head and cried loudly to Deng Zibu from a distance.

"Forgive me, forgive me, I admit defeat! I didn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is, and I provoked the disciple of Maoshan! I admit defeat, don't fight anymore!"

Deng Zibu sneered.

"I finally lost my face and asked my nephew for a Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman. If I return empty-handed, wouldn't it be a big joke?"

"Your name is also very famous in the world. You do evil and do all kinds of evil. You come here to kill people with the two beasts of the mayor of Jiuquan Town."

"Your crimes have long been innumerable. After death, you will be judged in the underworld and fall into reincarnation forever. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and take you!"

The Yellow Turban Warrior punched the side of the Dragon Slayer Taoist priest.

Taoist Tulong was hit like a dead fish and flung far away.

His side was even bent by the blow.

The direct beating left a big hole in his flesh and blood.

It looked like a fatal injury. Bones, flesh and blood, intestines and other internal organs were all mixed into a ball in this bloody hole.

It's like a colorful silk shop has been opened, with red, black and purple colors blooming.

Taoist Master Slaying the Dragon was lying on the ground with only the air coming out and no air coming in. He was about to die.

But this guy is really tough.

With trembling hands, he took out a few talismans from his arms and stuck them on his body again, giving himself a boost of strength.

Applying the amulet restored his energy, but he was still too injured to get up from the ground.

I could only feel the passage of my life in vain, panting heavily, and continuing to apply the compress on my body in defiance of fate.

But the talismans on his body were limited, and the speed at which the talismans were applied was far less than the speed at which he bleeds.

The pain hit his brain, and it tightened in waves, as if someone was holding it with hands to squeeze out the water, and his eyesight turned black.

The strength in his body is getting smaller and smaller, his movements are getting slower and slower, his breath is getting weaker and weaker, death is coming soon, it seems that there is a kind of coldness coming to attack, which makes Taoist Dragon Slayer fearful and desperate.

He turned his head in despair and widened his eyes, but he could no longer see clearly, so he just barely pointed in the direction where Deng Zibu was.

Blood blisters kept coming out of his mouth, and his mouth opened in a whimpering manner.

"I... ugh... accept..."

He didn't even have the time to swallow blood.

He took out the last two talismans and stuck them on his body.

He barely finished the last words.

"What... bullshit... ugh... a decent family? Maoshan, Maoshan is nothing more than that."

"I didn't lose at your hands. You don't have the ability. You used someone else's talisman!"

"I don't accept it...! I will die... or... close my eyes!"

The Yellow Turban Warriors showed no mercy.

A punch came down from above and hit him on the back of the head.

A deep pit was dug directly into the ground.

It was as if a pot had been dug in the earth, and a pot of hot pot seemed to be boiling inside.

Red, white and yellow are mixed together.

There was still steam billowing upwards.

Deng Zibu himself felt a little uncomfortable watching this.

"It seems a little cruel, but if you dare to attack my little nephew, I'm afraid the cruelty is yet to come."

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Deng Zibu said with a smile.

Taoist Dragon Slaying Master was wronged, and of course he would never settle the matter to death.

Little did he know that that day he used Gumantong to protect himself and save people, and then traced the traces of the spell to the source. In Deng Zibu's eyes, he actually took action against his nephew.

He thought to himself that he could be regarded as a defensive counterattack.

But the people in Maoshan won't discuss this with you.

Deng Zibu used Lin Yu's talisman to teach him a lesson without holding back at all.

In fact, I also want to use my own ability to compete with this powerful enemy.

In particular, Taoist Master Slaying the Dragon has various techniques, and his method of performing magic has an obvious Taoist style.

If Deng Zibu relied on his own talismans to compete with him, he would surely make a lot of progress.

Although he had never met the Patriarch, Deng Zibu knew that the Patriarch would not agree.

What you want is a sure thing, foolproof.

So after Lu Jin rejected Lin Yu's magic weapon, Deng Zibu took the initiative to ask for a few talismans.

Fortunately, I had obtained these things in advance. This dragon-slaying Taoist priest was indeed full of tricks.

If it weren't for the Liuding Liujia amulet given by Lin Yu, those two evil spirits just now might have really hurt him.

If it weren't for the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman in his hand, he might not be able to keep Taoist Dragon Slayer, and he might not be able to defeat him.

After he solved the problem, he turned around and saw that the weapon refiner was having a heated fight with Lu Jin and Xia Liuqing.

Watching the fight was lively.

But the main attacker was Xia Liuqing, while Lu Jin just stole the chicken from the side.

From time to time, Yuan Jingui feels disgusted.

Total advantage, no loss at all.

Yuan Jingui was filled with hatred.

The Jiulongzi Chaofeng in his hand comes and goes like the wind, and its attack speed is extremely fast.

But with Xia Liuqing standing in front of him, he seemed to be an insurmountable door god.

Yu Chigong's golden body was standing in front of him, directly blocking Yuan Jingui's sight.

The mixed iron whip held high in his hand lit up, and no matter how fast Mo Feng Zhu was, he would be slowed down by two points.

Then Xia Liuqing hit the bead as hard as if he were hitting a baseball, and it flew backwards.

It blasted out dozens of meters away.

Yuan Jingui had to exert all his strength to stop it.

It was too late to control him and continue to attack.

Lu Jin had already moved like the wind and struck with two fists.

This bastard only hits people in the face.

Two fists shining with green light moved towards Yuan Jingui's face.

After a few fights, Yuan Jingui almost had dark circles under his eyes.

"狋狊狴犴!"

Yuan Jingui directly sacrificed another nine dragon seeds in his hand.

Fortunately, these magic tools were all made by him, so it was easier to operate them without distraction.

The flying speed of the Suanni Bi'an was not very fast.

Before Xia Liuqing could knock him away, he saw that the bead stopped in the air and instantly spread out bursts of thick smoke.

In the dense forest, it seemed that a thick fog suddenly appeared.

It directly blocked people's eyes and even affected hearing and soul perception.

Lu Jin felt that his consumption was instantly accelerated in this smoke.

The clear air on the surface of the body flickered.

Lu Jin knew that it seemed that this smoke not only had the effect of blocking vision, but also could cause some damage.

Nisheng Sanchong was repairing his body all the time.

"Ya Zi!"

Another bead was thrown into the thick fog.

Suddenly, a roar was heard.

A stream of energy burst out from the bead, and a Ya Zi entity appeared, which pounced forward like a beast.

Fortunately, Lu Jin, who was driving the Triple Body of Reverse Life, had a very fast reaction speed.

He quickly dodged to the side and was almost bitten in half.

Then he threw another fist in anger, hitting the top of Jiaozi's head.

Although there was a loud thud, it was just not painful.

After all, this was a magic weapon.

The quality of itself was there.

Boom!

"Xia Liuqing, I must kill you!"

An inaudible roar came from the fog.

It was obvious that Yuan Jingui was still very angry.

Although the thick fog obscured his vision, Xia Liuqing almost hit Yuan Jingui with a whip.

The thick fog was pulled a little turbulent.

He almost killed him.

This really made him hate it!

He also knew that Xia Liuqing's condition was not right, and he must have been tricked by the opponent.

But he didn't care.

His anger was naturally directed at Xia Liuqing.

But he had to dodge now.

His protective magic weapon was broken.

His body could not withstand such an attack.

It was because he had no protective magic weapon that every attack was a threat of death for him.

It was like walking on a tightrope on the edge of a cliff.

Such stimulation back and forth naturally aroused the anger in his heart.

Xia Liuqing said nothing. In this thick fog, although no one could see his majestic body,

he raised the iron whip in his hand high and stood on his chest with one hand.

With one foot in front of the other, he posed majestically.

It was the image of the door god posted on the gate during the Chinese New Year.

This time it seemed to fit the image of the door god more and performed a little more of the essence.

The steel whip in his hand was more powerful!

A heavy force of repression instantly dispelled the thick fog around.

Then with a hum, the heavy iron sheet drew a black arc in the air and hit Xia Liuqing's Nine Dragon Ball heavily.

The beads that released smoke were also knocked out.

At this moment, the Chaofeng Pearl came from the dark and hit Xia Liuqing's forehead.

Lu Jin jumped forward quickly.

His whole body was full of innate energy, and with the power of dragon and tiger, he helped Xia Liuqing block the pearl.

At this moment, another pearl suddenly appeared under Lu Jin's feet.

A shadow of a prisoner bull rose directly from the bottom to the sky.

It rushed Lu Jin directly, causing Lu Jin to scream in pain.

However, the injury was not serious, just a little embarrassed.