Unrivaled in Immortality

The melee continued, and people fell from time to time.

This battle was far more brutal than the one against the Flame Wolf, and there was no way to escape.

Wu Qingshan was not at a disadvantage in the one-on-two fight, and he was even suppressing the two.

In the air, under the towering tree, a blood-colored sword appeared in front of Wu Qingshan, and a strange fragrance emanated from his body, which slowed down the operation of the magic power of the two people on the opposite side.

This was Wu Qingshan's famous skill - the Blood-Fragrant Soul Sword.

The two people on the opposite side were of course not Wu Qingshan's opponents. They formed seals with their hands, and a blue light appeared in front of them. Then the blue light slowly took shape, and a blue giant sword slowly emerged.

This was the combined attack spell of the two - the Canghai Hengliu Sword.

The Blood-Fragrant Soul Sword slashed down from above, and its blade was amazing. The Canghai Hengliu Sword slashed out horizontally, and a blue wave rolled up to meet it.

The two sides fought, and they were evenly matched.

"It seems that it is impossible to take down these two people in a short time, but the advantage is still on my side." Wu Qingshan saw this and glanced down.

The blood monks he brought were gaining the upper hand, and it was only a matter of time before they won.

"Haha, the combined skills, the royal family of the Water Kingdom really spent a lot of money." Wu Qingshan looked at the two and laughed.

"Hmph! You sensible ones leave now, otherwise, don't blame me for intervening in the Water Kingdom." The young man said.

"Come on, do you really think that my Blood Bat Demon Cult is still the Blood Bat Demon Cult?" Wu Qingshan heard this and looked at the two with disdain.

"And how many moves can you take from me?" Wu Qingshan continued.

What he said was true, although it seemed that they were evenly matched now.

But, they all knew that Wu Qingshan still had the upper hand. After all, the combined attack skills consumed a huge amount of mana, and the gap between them and Wu Qingshan was too big.

It was really not easy to deal with Wu Qingshan's attack.

The confrontation between the Bloody Soul Blade and the Sea Flowing Sword was also the confrontation between Wu Qingshan and the two of them.

On the other hand, Wang Yong was on his side.

The body of the monk surnamed An was now full of emerald green willow leaves, each of which looked like a sharp flying knife.

Wang Yong's body rose a few centimeters, and the Bloodthirsty Mountain-Climbing Palm slowly emerged above his head. A strong smell of blood came to his nose, which made the monk surnamed An frown slightly.

"Haha, I was really blind. I didn't realize that you had such a skill and that you were so cruel. I guess you killed a lot of people to practice this spell." The monk surnamed An looked at Wang Yong with a little palpitation in his eyes.

"Not many, but it's enough to kill you." Wang Yong spoke calmly. He was always on guard against the willow leaves around the monk surnamed An. After all, he still remembered his method.

"I'm upset that you didn't ask me something." The monk surnamed An looked at Wang Yong with complicated eyes. He thought that he could add another general to his team, but he didn't expect that he was a plague god.

"Ask me any last words. This may be your last chance to speak." Wang Yong quietly put his other hand behind his back and looked down at the monk surnamed An and said.

"We didn't provoke you along the way. Why are you so cruel? Did you join us for a purpose?" The monk surnamed An asked.

"No, I joined you just to pass through the forest safely, but I am very interested in your spell." Wang Yong replied.

"I have seen many people of the magic way, but this is the first time I have seen someone like you. I can only blame myself for being blind and letting you join the team." The monk surnamed An looked down at this point, with a bit of annoyance in his tone.

"You are quite self-aware. Since you don't want to see them die, then give me the spell and I'll make them stop. How about that?" Wang Yong looked at the monk surnamed An with a smile, and he deliberately said this sentence loudly so that everyone below could hear it.

The monk surnamed An's face changed when he heard this, and then he wanted to say something more, and then someone shouted below, and then the voices came one after another.

"Senior An, help me!!!"

"Help!!! Senior An!!!"

"Senior An, give it to him, we don't want to die!!!"

"..."

"Shut up! Do you really think that if I give him the spell, he will let you go?" The monk surnamed An shouted angrily.

"I've said it, believe it or not." Wang Yong fanned the flames.

"Humph! You're looking for death!" The monk surnamed An couldn't bear it anymore, and he attacked.

"You are so righteous, but you are still a hypocritical old guy." Wang Yong said sarcastically.

Everyone saw the situation above.

"Senior An, give it to him, I don't want to die yet!" One person begged

"An, are you still a human? Our lives are lives too!" A man with a broken arm cursed.

"Run away, brothers, this An is not a good guy, run away!" Some people wanted to retreat.

"Hehehe, run away? Where are you going to run? Brothers, kill them. Whoever kills more will get more rewards later." A demon monk wearing a strange mask and a blood-red cloak spoke.

After this speech, the demon monks' fighting spirit soared, while the monk surnamed An scattered like birds and beasts.

Willow leaves rushed towards Wang Yong. Wang Yong pressed his palm slightly downward, and the bloodthirsty mountain-turning palm slowly pressed towards the willow leaves.

The two had equal cultivation. It was not easy to win, and they needed to come up with a surprise move. Although Wang Yong's speech just now could not make the monk surnamed An collapse in his heart, it also disturbed his state of mind.

"Bang" the bloodthirsty mountain-climbing palm and the willow leaf in front collided fiercely.

“Shua, shua, shua” the willow leaves behind pressed forward in pieces.

The Bloodthirsty Mountain-Climbing Palm was full of willow leaves, and after a moment, cracks appeared.

Wang Yong saw this without any hurry, and another Bloodthirsty Mountain-Climbing Palm slowly emerged above his head.

“So fast!?” The monk surnamed An was shocked.

The speed of spell casting is also related to proficiency, but when Wang Yong cast the Bloodthirsty Mountain-Climbing Palm for the first time, it was obviously not so fast, and then the monk surnamed An suddenly realized.

“You were just stalling for time.” The monk surnamed An said with an ugly face.

After saying that, he waved his hands, and all the willow leaves shot out and shot towards the Bloodthirsty Mountain-Climbing Palm.

And Wang Yong’s other Bloodthirsty Mountain-Climbing Palm also slowly pressed down.

Then, another Bloodthirsty Mountain-Climbing Palm emerged.

His current goal is to consume the mana of the monk surnamed An. When it is almost consumed, the monk surnamed An will become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Wang Yong was not afraid of the consumption of mana, because in addition to mana, his physical strength was even stronger.

As the battle continued, Wu Qingshan slowly gained the upper hand, and the underground battlefield was about to come to an end.

Wang Yong blasted out another bloodthirsty mountain-turning palm, and then his whole body suddenly rose.

A three-meter-tall giant slowly emerged.

He had two horns on his head, blood-red skin, and a terrifying appearance. He suddenly stepped forward in the void, a sound rang out, and he appeared above the head of the monk named An.