He Has a Dragon

When the black-robed saint saw Wang Lesheng attacking from east to west and seriously injuring the short monk with one kick, he couldn't help but roared: "Asshole!"

And just when the black-robed saint was yelling curses, Wang Le directly chased after the short monk who was retreating quickly to avoid the attack.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Wang Le punched out without mercy, carrying a huge force and hitting the short monk's chest directly!

The little monk who had just managed to suppress the injury in his abdomen suffered another heavy blow!

With injuries aggravated, the short monk's face was as pale as gold paper.

At this moment, it was seen that after the short monk suffered two heavy blows from Wang Le's fists and kicks, his whole body, mind and soul completely collapsed, and he completely lost the ability to fight back.

Just when Wang Le took action again and was about to send the short monk to hell, the gray-haired old man finally rushed over and barely blocked the attack before the opponent could kill the short monk.

At the same time, the gray-haired old man did not forget to stop the black robe of the Holy Son who was also coming to support, and shouted urgently: "Holy Son, leave quickly!"

At this moment, the black-robed saint's face turned red and white, full of hesitation and struggle.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, Wang Le smashed the old man's magic weapon, the broad-backed sword, with a punch, immediately ending the black-robed saint's idea of ​​staying here and fighting side by side with his sect.

"Wang Le, please wait for me, the Holy Son. When I get out of here, I will look for you to avenge my previous humiliation!"

The Holy Son in black robes roared and swore at Wang Le with a ferocious expression.

Before the words were spoken, Wang Le gave up his attack on the two men in front of him and turned around without hesitation to chase the black-robed saint who was about to flee.

It was too late to say, but it was too soon. The black-robed saint who was about to finish the battlefield saw Wang Le coming to kill him, and he suddenly lost his footing.

After all, they have to escape, so why would they think of attacking.

The consequence of this was that facing the purple-gold fist shadows that filled the sky, the black-robed Saint was at a disadvantage in an instant and had no chance to fight Wang Le.

Although Wang Le had the upper hand from the beginning, the person in front of him was after all the Holy Son from the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea, and his combat power far exceeded that of others, such as the two fellow disciples not far away.

Therefore, it is completely extravagant to hope to kill this black-robed saint in just one or two moves.

Just when Wang Le was attacking the black-robed saint with all his strength, he saw that the old man with gray hair and stooped body did not come up to support his fellow saint. Instead, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly swung his sword and slashed at him. The little monk suffered serious injuries one after another.

"ah!"

Amidst the screams, the little monk who was caught off guard was beaten to death. He didn't expect that the fellow disciple in front of him would kill him. His whole body was cut in half in an instant!

The little monk, who was in severe pain, looked at the old man angrily and was about to curse, when he saw that the old man simply refused to do anything and swung his knife again!

This time, the short monk didn't even scream, and his head was split open by the cracked long sword in the old man's hand!

After he swung two swords smoothly to kill the short monk, he saw that the gray-haired old man didn't even look at the battlefield, and turned around and ran away without hesitation!

Wang Le and the black-robed Holy Son, who were fighting at this time, showed unexpected expressions at the same time.

For Wang Le, it was just an accident, but on second thought it was reasonable.

After all, it is perfectly normal to say that a dead Taoist friend will never die as a poor Taoist.

Obviously, in the eyes of the gray-haired old man, the black-robed Holy Son would definitely die in Wang Le's hands. Instead of stepping forward to join the battle group and be buried with him, it would be better to leave Qingshan without worrying about having no firewood and escape first.

Before escaping, of course, he had to silence his mouth, so as not to be unable to explain to the elders of the sect when he returned to the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea.

When the black-robed saint saw this scene, he was so frightened and angry that he almost vomited three liters of blood!

What's even more terrible is that Wang Le took advantage of the black-robed Saint Son's confusion to use his fists and palms to further strengthen his offensive, directly attacking the opponent's vital points.

Boom boom boom——

Puff puff--

Click click click click——

……………

Amidst the continuous sound of fist attacks, the black-robed saint who was hit hard kept vomiting blood from his mouth, and countless bones in his body were broken.

In the blink of an eye, the gray-haired old man ran away and disappeared into the forest in the distance. The black-robed saint who was at a disadvantage was crushed by the overbearing Wang Le, leaving no room for him to struggle and escape.

At this time, Wang Le, who had already killed him, certainly had no mercy. When he found an opportunity, he swung out his palm like lightning, breaking through the defense of the Holy Son's black robe like a flying fairy from the sky, and landed directly on the opponent's Tianling Cap. superior!

"Snapped!"

In the clearly visible crisp sound, the black-robed head of the Holy Son suddenly sunk, and then his eyes were squeezed out, and the ghost mask that had been covering his face fell off and fell to the ground.

"Plop!"

The Saint Son's black-robed legs were weak and he knelt down on the ground. Then he fell down and his body slowly twitched, never getting a chance to stand up again.

Then he saw that Wang Le did not immediately go after the gray-haired old man, but quickly cleaned up the battlefield and collected the trophies from the three god-transformation monks.

And during this process, Wang Le released the wealth that had previously been in the Dharma Eye space.

After collecting the loot, Wang Le said to Wangcai: "You guys have a good way of finding treasures. I believe it is no problem to track down the enemy's traces, right?"

I saw the little guy standing up straight and waving his little fat paws at Wang Le, looking like he was sure of victory!

"Okay! There is an old guy who escaped by chance. You can first find him based on the blood stains or smells left by him at the scene, and then go with me to find him!"

Wang Le ordered Wangcai unceremoniously.

Immediately, Wangcai nodded his head hurriedly and walked around the battlefield.

It didn't take long to see Wang Cai running up to Wang Le, wagging his tail, and then sprinting away from the battlefield.

When Wang Le saw that Wangcai was running in the same direction as the old man had escaped, he immediately chased after him.

After all, after a great battle, three god-transformation monks from the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea have been killed, especially the Holy Son. Of course, there is no room for fish to slip through the net.

Anyway, we have offended the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea, so we might as well offend them to the end.

As for killing people and keeping them from the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea, Wang Le had never had such extravagant hopes.

This is because when he killed the beautiful woman in palace attire, Daitian Mansion had a soul lamp of life and death. Wang Le did not believe that the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea, which is also a holy land in Middle-earth, did not have such a thing.

So Wang Le had to think about how to avoid the pursuit of the two holy places, Daitian Mansion and Bohai Three Holy Islands, after finding this secret cave space!

"The cultivation civilization in Middle-earth is so advanced. Since there is such a thing as the Soul Lamp of Life and Death, there must be a nemesis to deal with it. When you have the opportunity, you must find someone to ask about this matter!"

Wang Le murmured silently in his heart while chasing after Wangcai.