Unrivaled in Immortality

At this moment, the brown spear wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

At this moment, willow branches broke, and another willow branch was added in a moment.

At this moment, the brown spear was sharp, and the sharp energy broke the willow branches attached to it. Wang Yong's hands were also cut with small cuts at this moment, but they were instantly restored by the vitality.

It seemed to be making a final struggle.

"Haha, I want to see what other tricks you have!" Wang Yong held the brown spear tightly with both hands, and then danced slowly.

Stab, pierce, provoke, pick, block, grab, twist, pick, press, chop, collapse, dance, after a series of moves, the brown spear was like a toy in Wang Yong's hand.

Let Wang Yong play with it and slaughter it at will.

At this moment, in the long spear formation, a group of Jindan period cultivators looked pale, and a few beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.

At this moment, they were exhausted.

The consumption of mana has made them unbearable, and the long spear formation is in danger of breaking at any time.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that I would die in this way in the end!"

"I am not willing, I am not willing!!!"

"Why, why is he so strong!?"

"..."

The Jindan-stage cultivators were completely beaten to the point of not being able to muster up any fighting spirit.

They were defeated, and some even wanted to fight to the end with the determination to die, while some planned to retreat.

They didn't expect that they would still lose despite all the means.

Is the gap between the third and fourth turns so big?

Some people couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.

At this moment, the main array cultivator spurted out a mouthful of blood, and everyone's face changed drastically when they saw this.

Next, the brown spear broke into pieces, and the figures of the Jindan-stage cultivators appeared in a mess.

Just when Wang Yong wanted to swing the brown spear again, the brown spear broke, and the Jindan-stage cultivators took the opportunity to flee in a mess.

The few people who were determined to die just now were also filled with fear and could not muster any fighting spirit.

Wang Yong narrowed his eyes when he saw this. He waved his hand, and blood-colored willow leaves suddenly appeared, and then shot towards the golden elixirs.

But it was obviously impossible to stop them with this method, and Wang Yong did not expect to stop them with this method, just let the willow leaves entangle them.

Then, Wang Yong flashed to a dying golden elixir cultivator. He was the main array cultivator. At this moment, he didn't even have the energy to escape.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Yong, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face. Wang Yong's palm was like a big millstone, slowly grabbing down and holding the man.

Then, pieces of blood-colored willow leaves slowly entered the man's body, absorbing his blood and vitality.

"Die, they will come to accompany you soon." Wang Yong looked at the golden elixir cultivator in his hand who was gradually transforming into a blood willow and said.

Then, Wang Yong looked around and looked in the direction where everyone was running.

The crowd was divided into three waves, one of which was composed of three-turn golden elixirs. They were the fastest and had left the other two waves far behind.

The other two waves of golden elixir-stage cultivators were entangled with the blood-colored willow leaves and were trying to get away.

Seeing this, Wang Yong spread his wings and turned into a blood-colored light. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the front few golden elixir-stage cultivators. His tall figure was like a mountain, lying in front of everyone.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and looked at Wang Yong with caution.

Wang Yong didn't care about that. Now that they were separated, it was the opportunity to kill them all. Otherwise, who knew what means they would use.

He opened his hands, and pieces of willow leaf flying knives appeared in his hands, and then he swung them towards several people.

Although these pieces of willow leaf flying knives were not Wang Yong's full strength, they were not something they could underestimate now.

Everyone tried to resist, but at this moment, Wang Yong shook his wings again and arrived in front of a third-turn Jindan.

The tall shadow pressed down, making him look up. Wang Yong's ferocious face showed a smile, and then a big hand suddenly pressed down.

There was resistance in his hand, Wang Yong clenched his fist slightly, and the bloody willow leaves in his hand floated out and poured into the body of that person.

So far, another third-turn Jindan fell.

Then, Wang Yong held it in his other hand, and saw that there was already a blood willow lying quietly in his left hand.

Killing this person, Wang Yong's heart did not change at all, he looked up at the next one.

Seeing Wang Yong kill another third-turn Jindan with his hand, everyone had no intention of resisting at all, they just wanted to escape quickly.

But they forgot that my speed was faster than theirs.

As time passed, one third-turn Jindan fell one by one, and there were more and more blood willow leaves in Wang Yong's left hand.

"Ah!!!"

Accompanied by a scream, the three-turn Jindan who surrounded Wang Yong were completely slaughtered by Wang Yong.

Wang Yong had no time to think about anything else, and in a blink of an eye he looked at some low-level Jindan monks who were entangled by willow branches.

He shook his wings, and the whole person seemed to turn into a blood-colored torrent, rushing towards the remaining two groups of people.

The next slaughter was easier, and Wang Yong solved the battle with three punches and two kicks.

He swung his big hand and threw the blood willow in his hand, and then looked at the Jindan monks who gradually turned into blood willows.

Then, his body slowly turned into its original shape, and the blood robe transformed by magic power also attached to it. The wings behind him slowly folded, and finally turned into two flesh scars on his back.

The battle on his side of the battlefield was over, and then it was time to enjoy the harvest.

"I have to say that with this pair of bat wings, the improvement in combat is huge." He looked around and looked behind him.

The bat wings' improvement speed can completely allow Wang Yong to match the maximum speed of the fifth-turn golden elixir. This is Wang Yong's weakness in previous battles, because he has a very strong body and powerful spells, which he has hidden well.

But after encountering the last time, the strength of the dead wood god body was far higher than his, it was also exposed. Fortunately, this disadvantage has been made up by the bat wings.

Looking at the blood willows around him, Wang Yong sat cross-legged in the void, and then the blood demon vitality sutra slowly circulated.

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Although Wu Qingshan did not fight as loudly as Wang Yong, he also fought back and forth with the brown spear. It was impossible for both sides to decide the winner in the current situation.

Yan Wenxiang was surrounded by blood and water at this moment, and a gray-brown spear was rolling in it. The sharp edge on it was not as strong as it was at the beginning. It was obvious that he was suppressed by Yan Wenxiang.

The battle between Lu Feihong and Mu Jiayi took place in the sky above Beiliu City. Under the control of the Dead Wood Divine Body, the spear collided with a ball of orange flames. In an instant, the flames spread out in all directions, and burn marks appeared on the spear.

The battle between the two was extremely restrained, but the fire caused by the falling flames in the city made everyone miserable.