I conquer the immortal with my strength

As the black fog rolled more and more violently along the ground, the battle between Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang to attack Ma Tong became more and more dangerous and fierce.

Ji Yuanzhen's swordsmanship was sharp and full of killing intent. Every time he slashed, there was a shocking tiger roar.

Liang Jingtang's spear was like a dragon and snake out of the sea, agile and powerful, and every time he stabbed, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

However, Ma Tong was born strong and powerful, and he had accumulated many years in the master realm. The long-handled golden hammer weighing 300 kilograms danced in his hand, as light as nothing.

The golden hammer danced, the wind whistled, and the golden light was dense. Every time the hammer was swung out, it brought destructive power, and it actually blocked the joint attack of the two masters.

The hammer wind, the sword light, and the spear shadow intertwined in the dark night, emitting dazzling light and deafening sound.

Seeing that they could not defeat Ma Tong for a long time, Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang became more and more angry as they fought, and they killed more fiercely. In the end, every move was fatal, even if they were injured.

The army was defeated, the black fog was rolling and surging, and the situation was unclear. Ma Tong had previously consumed a lot of energy, and now he was being attacked by two martial arts masters. Under the increasingly fierce and desperate fighting style of Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang, Ma Tong finally wanted to retreat.

The golden hammer danced violently, repelling the elderly Ji Yuanzhen, and ran all the way to the south.

"Where are you going!"

Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang followed closely.

"Huh!"

Ma Tong, who was running wildly, suddenly threw the long-handled golden hammer in his hand and threw it out behind him.

The long-handled golden hammer whistled, rolling up a sharp wind, and its power was amazing.

Ji Yuanzhen, who was chasing in front, could not dodge in time, so he stopped helplessly and swung his sword forward.

Liang Jingtang passed Ji Yuanzhen from behind and continued to chase him.

But Ma Tong was born with great strength, and his legs were extremely agile and powerful. As soon as the long-handled golden hammer weighing more than 300 kilograms was released from his hand, he felt relieved and ran wildly, two or three points faster than before.

Liang Jingtang started a little late, so the distance was immediately widened, and he was in a great situation of being unable to catch up with him.

"Damn it!" Liang Jingtang was furious, and raised the long spear in his hand to throw it.

However, as soon as the long spear was raised, he put it down again.

Ji Yuanzhen, who was chasing closely behind, saw Liang Jingtang raising the spear and then putting it down. Just when he was about to complain that he had given up the last hope of chasing and killing, he changed his words.

"I hope Daoming will not kill him directly. This kind of demon must be cut into pieces, let his blood slowly drain, and die in pain to be considered a great pleasure!"

"Young people probably want to take revenge!" Liang Jingtang said.

"I don't know what the battle situation is like in the black fog. But judging from the situation, Daoming should be prepared to wait until both sides are defeated before taking action." Ji Yuanzhen turned to look at the black fog, as if he had forgotten Ma Tong.

"This kid is always so cautious and careful, lacking a little bit of the youth's drive. After all, those three cultivators are also upholding justice and eliminating harm for the people. Can't he take action earlier?" Liang Jingtang looked at the black fog and said with a pout, as if he had forgotten Ma Tong.

"That can't be said. Most young people nowadays are young and full of vigor and arrogant, not to mention young cultivators.

Daoming is just a warrior. If he takes action too early, those people might think he is meddling in other people's business and stealing their limelight, which is thankless!

When they get into trouble, Daoming will take action again. Not only can he continue to keep a low profile and hide his strength, but he can also make them accept some favors. This way, he can have the best of both worlds!" Ji Yuanzhen said.

"It's still a good idea, old man." Liang Jingtang praised.

When Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang were talking, Ma Tong obviously felt that no one was catching up behind him. He was very strange, and then he wondered if he had an illusion, so he turned back to take a look.

He was stunned when he saw it.

He saw that the two people who had just fought with him desperately were now standing there looking at him, as if they were afraid of something.

Ma Tong was very strange. At this time, he saw the black fog surging and rolling on the ground not far away from him, and suddenly he understood.

"The countryside is the countryside, even the master is short-sighted! Seeing the immortal cultivators fighting, they were so scared that they dared only watch from a distance and dared not approach.

But they didn't know that the Qi Refining cultivators below the Foundation Establishment Stage would only reach the level of martial arts masters when they reached the middle stage of Qi Refining. They could only cast spells and control magic tools, and there were more changes."

Ma Tong despised it in his heart, and it was more or less regained some psychological balance after the defeat.

Ma Tong was despising Ji Yuanzhen and the other two in his heart. When he found psychological comfort and balance, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

Then, Ma Tong saw a figure standing up behind a dead horse six or seven feet in front of him, with five fingers spread out towards him, and made several dragon claw hand gestures in the air.

"Huh! Damn it, when did my courage become so small!" Ma Tong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and a self-deprecating thought flashed through his mind.

But then Ma Tong's eyes widened, his face was as white as rice paper, and he suddenly stopped, and then retreated quickly.

Under the night sky, several claws condensed by strength whistled through the air and grabbed Ma Tong.

The claws were covered with scales, and the claws were as sharp as guns, which were not much different from the legendary dragon claws.

The claws were up and down, left and right, almost blocking Ma Tong's escape route of jumping up and moving left and right. The only thing he could do was to stop and then retreat.

But the opportunity was fleeting.

Just now, Ma Tong turned his head to look behind him, and when he looked back and his thoughts were spinning, and he felt something in his heart, he still ran forward.

Even when he saw Xia Daoming getting up and moving towards him from a distance, he subconsciously slowed down.

Now that I realized something was wrong, I stamped my feet and retreated quickly.

With this back and forth, Ma Tong had already ruined his last chance of escaping Xia Daoming's claws.

Ma Tong just retreated about ten feet, and the dragon claws struck.

Power surged out of Ma Tong's body, turning into golden and copper-colored armor covering his whole body.

"Stab it!"

"Stab it!"

The sharp tips of the two dragon claws pierced the armor on Ma Tong's arms and passed through.

There were also two sharp claws that broke through the armor and penetrated through his thighs.

Blood spurted out, and tendons and blood vessels were cut off by sharp claws.

"Plop!"

Ma Tong collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were full of horror and disbelief.

A distance of more than seven feet can actually penetrate the armor formed by his strength and his muscles as strong as iron, and he looks very relaxed. What kind of terrifying martial arts practice is this?

A twelfth-grade grandmaster?

"Master Liang, am I deceived? It should have been seven or eight feet away just now, right?" Ji Yuanzhen blinked hard and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, there should be no flowers!" Liang Jingtang squirmed his Adam's apple vigorously.

This guy riding a horse is too perverted!

Even if you can transform and attack the enemy through seven or eight feet of strength, you can actually penetrate the opponent's armor?

Doesn't this mean that if this guy really wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, it's like chopping vegetables?

"A distance of seven to eight feet can break through the armor formed by the strength of the grandmaster! Is the grandmaster so powerful?" Ji Yuanzhen moistened his throat and asked.

He was considering whether it would be safer for him to call Xia Daoming his son in the future.

Calling Dao Ming directly seems a bit disrespectful!

"Old man, not long ago, I was only a sixth-grade great martial artist. You ask me, who should I ask? I'd better hurry up and take care of that horse copper!

It seems that we really cannot treat Dao Ming as a young man. Instead of taking revenge, he was more ruthless than us. He crippled the guy's limbs as soon as he struck, and didn't even give him a chance to commit suicide! Liang Jingtang said.

While he was talking, Liang Jingtang had already jumped forward a few times.

When Ji Yuanzhen saw this, he quickly followed and stepped forward.

When the two of them were jumping forward one after another, a dull explosion sound suddenly sounded from the black mist not far away. Then the black mist suddenly expanded and suddenly became much thinner.

Three figures rushed out from inside and ran away in different directions.

To be precise, the woman in blue did not rush out wildly, but stumbled and trotted.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, her clothes were stained with blood, and she was obviously seriously injured.

As soon as the three people ran out, the black mist turned into a ghost claw filled with black energy and gloomy energy, grabbing at the man in white. At the same time, a ghost-headed scimitar with a ghostly white bone slashed at the woman in red. And go.

As for the woman in blue, Wu Rong didn't care.

Obviously he knew very well that the woman in blue was seriously injured and could not run away.

When Wan Gui Xuan Yin Lan turned into ghost claws to catch the man in white, Wu Rong's figure as thin as dry wood was completely exposed without the cover of black mist.

Xia Daoming almost couldn't believe his eyes when he looked at the woman in blue who stumbled towards him, and Wu Rong behind her who was completely exposed to the night.

Did Wu Rong lose his mind because of the killing, or did he not take the martial arts master seriously at all, and dared to expose himself in front of him without any protection at all?

"Master Immortal, be careful!"

Ma Tong, who was lying on the ground with only half his life left, couldn't believe what he saw and subconsciously blurted out.

Just as Ma Tong screamed, a black light was already shooting towards Wu Rong like lightning in the dark night.

Wu Rong turned his head subconsciously.

Uh, where's Ma Tong?

Why is there one more person?

Yes, it’s the Grandmaster!

There are three masters in Licheng!

Wu Rong was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly dilated.

A spear had already shot towards him with its gun light.

Wu Rong had no time to react and just watched the spear pierce through his body.

Wu Rong slowly lowered his head and looked at the big hole in his chest. He couldn't believe it was true.

What an awesome person he is, he killed three Qingyuan Sect disciples and fled, and then he died inexplicably at the hands of a warrior!

"Bang!"

The gourd in Wu Rong's hand fell to the ground, and Gululu rolled towards Xia Daoming.

The ghost claws that originally grabbed the man in white turned into black mist again, headed towards the rolling mouth of the gourd, rolled in, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The bone-shattering knife that slashed at the woman in red lost its owner's control and fell to the ground.

"Stab it!"

Before Wu Rong fell to the sky, a powerful dragon claw pierced his neck.

Wu Rong's eyes suddenly widened and he fell back.

Before Wu Rong fell back and his consciousness entered complete darkness, he rolled his eyes and glanced at Xia Daoming.

He wanted to see clearly which warrior was so cruel and cautious?

They all pierced their own chests with guns, and even stabbed their own necks with their claws!

It turned out to be a young man! Are young people today so sinister and cautious?

Wu Rong fell to the ground, his neck tilted, and his thoughts before his death were fixed on a big question mark.

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