You are a cultivator of immortality, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

Lu Chengjiang hid in the dark, tightened the long spear in his hand, and gradually made up his mind. He kept glancing at the mud monster and the meat-winged female monster.

If he was discovered, he must first kill the two Shenzang realms, otherwise he would have no chance of winning three against one.

"Lord Du Lu, there seems to be traces of escape buried in a hurry here. It may be the boy that Lord Zhang Mang ordered us to kill." The mud man poked his head out of the mud and looked in a direction. There were several crooked bushes there, as if they had been trampled by someone.

"Lord Du Lu, I'll go!" The meat-winged female monster spoke, as if sharp objects were rubbing against each other, making people's eardrums hurt.

"What are you going for? Don't you understand the strategy of dividing the troops? Besides, isn't that person here?" The man under the hood also spoke, but did not agree to divide the troops. Then he directly attacked the mound on the side.

Boom——

The mound was blown to pieces.

Without the cover of the mound, what came into view was not Lu Chengjiang who was lying in ambush, but a piece of clothing stained with blood. Under the clothing, there was a small animal bound in place, constantly thrashing.

At the same time, this attack also raised some very special dust.

These dusts seemed to have magnetism and rushed directly towards the three Kexiu.

"Evil-killing powder?" The mud Kexiu directly retracted his head into the mud, seemingly perfectly avoiding this wave of dust, but the dust changed and turned directly into a layer of powder clothes, directly covering the mud.

The meat-winged female monster screamed, and a wave of sound waves visible to the naked eye blasted towards the dust, directly dispersing all the dust close to her.

As for Du Lu, who hid himself under the hood, he snorted coldly, then stretched out his right hand, and casually waved a large ball of blue-ink spiritual energy directly to meet these special dusts, and began to gradually wrap the evil-killing powder in it.

Zizi--

The wrapped Zhuxie powder began to burn violently, and the blue-ink spiritual energy began to decrease sharply, but Du Lu began to be alert and vigilant.

This time, the confrontation and probing, which induced the Zhuxie powder, put them in a passive situation, and this was a good time for a sneak attack.

"Sneak attack?" Du Lu's tone was belated, as if he had thought of something, and immediately looked back to his side, only to see that Lu Chengjiang was indeed shooting left and right, each holding a broken gun.

Both broken guns had silently pierced into the body of the mud Kexiu, and the part with the gun head directly pierced into the head of the mud Kexiu.

Mud Kexiu wanted to resist, but the mud attached to the Zhuxie powder was obviously blocked, and it was this blockage that made him unable to block the tip of Lu Chengjiang's gun piercing his head.

Mud Kexiu fell down and turned into a pool of dirty water mixed with blood and mud, and a pool of insects quickly scattered as if they had lost their backbone.

"You're looking for death for nothing but blood food!" Du Lu roared, shattering his hood, revealing a skull with only a piece of skin covering the skull, and a dark blue ghost fire burning in the skull.

Obviously, he didn't expect that the other party was so bold that he dared to attack with three people present.

"Phantom Fire Poison Palm!"

Du Lu shouted loudly, and then slashed at Lu Chengjiang with a palm.

The dark blue spiritual energy was integrated into the palm power, and at the same time, his fat palm began to shrink rapidly, and endless blood energy emanated and merged into this palm print.

This palm was no longer a test, but a real killing move, strangling Lu Chengjiang.

This palm stretched across the air, blocking Lu Chengjiang's way forward and preventing him from continuing to kill the flesh-winged banshee; it also rolled up the surrounding spiritual energy, forming a pressure on Lu Chengjiang, making it difficult for him to move.

If he was hit, I'm afraid there is no doubt that Lu Chengjiang would die on the spot.

The Flesh-winged Banshee was originally resisting the evil-killing fans. When she heard Du Lu's angry shout, she turned her upper body and looked back, only to find that Lu Chengjiang had not only killed the mud Kexiu, but had even quietly approached a distance of ten feet behind her.

She was immediately frightened to death, and the huge mouth in her chest made a roar with all her might-

The roar was like two pieces of glass rubbing against each other, which was harsh and unbearable. It was full of fear and fierce killing intent to fight to the death.

It turned into a huge sound wave, rolling up the surrounding flowers, trees, grass and stones, and directly hit Lu Chengjiang.

On the other side, Lu Chengjiang's mood was as thrilling as a roller coaster.

The moment the lurking Lu Chengjiang was discovered, he sensed that a powerful palm print was forming. The desire to survive made him instinctively want to retreat immediately.

But his sensitive intuition told him that retreating would definitely mean death, and the only way to survive was to go forward and fight, and fight for his life.

Before he made a decision, the flesh-winged banshee in front of him turned around and roared. Lu Chengjiang immediately gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with murderous light, and he retreated instead of advancing.

"Golden body, open!" With a roar, a broken golden body immediately enveloped Lu Chengjiang. It was the golden body that protected Lu Chengjiang from Zhang Mang's attack before.

Then Lu Chengjiang took three steps at a time, and the silver dragon golden spear in his hand began to emit dazzling white light. Then his body turned into a golden spear and rushed towards the banshee's roar.

The spear light easily shattered the roar of the flesh-winged banshee, penetrated the body of the flesh-winged banshee, and rushed forward with her.

After being penetrated by the spear light, the flesh-winged banshee was still struggling. The giant tail composed of tumors and the giant wings of countless flesh buds hit Lu Chengjiang's golden body from all directions.

When these attacks came close to him, Lu Chengjiang only felt a strange whisper ringing in his ears, but he bit his tongue and became sober again.

Blood flowed from the corners of Lu Chengjiang's mouth, but he was also very scared.

Because if he had chosen to retreat just now, he would have been a corpse at this moment.

Because Du Lu's attack was actually one bright and one dark. The bright one was the palm print, which was powerful and distracted most of Lu Chengjiang's energy at the same time, while the dark one was a tentacle buried in advance on the retreat road behind Lu Chengjiang. If he retreated, he would probably be bound by this tentacle and could only take this palm print.

It was his strange feeling that made him choose a seemingly dead end to survive, and he narrowly avoided the joint attack of tentacles and palm prints.

"Humph, I won again, but will you save your colleagues?" Lu Chengjiang snorted coldly, looked up at the banshee on the tip of the gun, and casually threw it away.

The banshee went straight into the huge palm print. If Du Lu dispersed the palm print at this time, the banshee would be fine, but this also meant that Lu Chengjiang would be fine, and Du Lu would have to bear the backlash damage.

So...

Du Lu chose to ignore it and chopped the palm print directly.

"My Lord?... My Lord Du Lu!... Ah, you old immortal, you will eat it all up, you will not die well!" The banshee's voice changed from doubt to surprise, from surprise to begging for mercy, and from begging for mercy to cursing, but this did not change her ending.

Lu Chengjiang sighed in his heart when he realized that Du Lu did not disperse the palm print. He really shouldn't expect these monsters to talk about feelings.

He could only stand still and began to operate the golden body with all his strength. At the same time, he poured spiritual power into his right hand, held the broken gun, and stabbed at the palm print.

Dear readers, you won't eat it all up, right?

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