"Brother Ghost Mandrill!"
Sima Rou, Wang Meng and others showed surprise on their faces at the same time.
At this time, the aura on Demon Mandrill's body was so strong that he seemed to be a different person, and the four of them could not help but rekindle hope.
Am I really a villain?
Looking at the mandrill with astonishing momentum, like a small universe exploding, Zhong Wen had a vague illusion.
"Sorry, I just lay down for a while." Ghost Mandrill grinned, and the bloodshot lines on his pale face were slightly raised, looking extremely ferocious, "Let's continue."
Before he could finish his words, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, the giant blade of "God Slaughter" was already less than two inches away from the tip of Zhong Wen's nose.
What speed is this!
Zhong Wen did not expect that the speed of the ghost mandrill could be greatly increased. When he tried to dodge, it was too late. In desperation, he ran the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique", and silver light patterns lit up all over his body, making the entire backyard look like daylight. .
"when!"
The giant blade wrapped in black spiritual flames hit the silver light pattern hard, and a loud noise broke out. Zhong Wen felt a powerful force hit his face, and his body flipped and spun in the air at an extremely fast speed. It flew backwards and hit Shen Dachui's forging room hard, smashing the forging platform in the center of the house to pieces and shattering it to pieces.
"Zhong Wen!" Zhuma couldn't help but scream when she saw Zhong Wen being beaten away, with a trace of worry on her handsome little face.
But Sima Rou, Wang Meng and others were all overjoyed.
They had all seen with their own eyes the horror of the mandrill's black spiritual flames. No matter what kind of enemy, as long as it touches a little, all the flesh and blood will be reduced to ashes, leaving only withered bones on the ground. Seeing Zhong Wen being hit by the giant flame blade, It's just that he can't escape the end of being wiped out in ashes.
"it hurts!"
However, within a few breaths, Zhong Wen, covered in silver light, got up again and walked out of the weapon refining room with a swagger. Not only was he not burned to ashes, but there was no sign of injury on his body.
Is it these silver lights?
Ghost Mandrill's eyes were sharp, and he was not surprised by the situation in front of him.
Although the sword hit Zhong Wen just now, it didn't feel like it hit a flesh and blood body, so he guessed that the opponent must have used some kind of defensive skill to resist his attack.
"interesting!"
Ghost Mandrill grinned, his figure turned into a black shadow again, and instantly appeared behind Zhong Wen, and the "God-Slaying" giant blade cut into the back of his neck as fast as lightning.
The flame giant blade collided passionately with the silver light pattern again. Zhong Wen felt a huge force coming from the back of his neck. Although he had foreseen the mandrill's moves in his mind, his body had no time to react. He turned his back upwards and his face downwards. , it hit the ground hard with a "bang", and it was so hard that it fell to pieces.
The black spiritual flames on the surface of the "God-Slaying" giant blade tried to spread toward Zhong Wen's body, but were blocked by silver light patterns. Without a burning target, they quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.
Sure enough, it’s these silver light patterns!
Ghost Mandrill knew clearly that if he did not break the defense of these light patterns, his spiritual skills would not be able to really cause harm to Zhong Wen.
He touched the ground with both feet, jumped up, and waved the "God-Slaying" giant blade in his hand eight times in a row. His arms transformed into infinite shadows, and eight bursts of flames shot out quickly, hitting Zhong Wen on the ground hard.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
Zhong Wen lay motionless on the ground, seemingly defenseless, and actually received the eight black flame blades.
The power of each blade light was stronger than the previous one. Under the bombardment of these eight light flames, Zhong Wen's body gradually sank, sinking into the ground step by step.
The black flames dissipated, revealing Zhong Wen's gleaming silver body.
Immediately afterwards, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Zhong Wen slowly climbed out of the pit in the ground.
"You son of a bitch, you're so cruel!" He patted the dust off his body and cursed, but he didn't appear to be hurt at all.
Is this okay?
Even though Gui Mandrill had a strong psychological quality, he was still shocked by Zhong Wen's abnormal defense power and was a little confused.
He knew that he was able to gain the upper hand because of the powerful blessing of the Blood-Burning Secret Technique. However, the Secret Technique could only last for a moment. Once the effectiveness wore off, he, who was seriously injured, would never have a chance again.
Fight!
His eyes condensed, his body flashed, and he appeared in front of Zhong Wen again. The "God of Slaughter" giant blade was lifted up with his backhand, and it struck the silver light pattern on Zhong Wen's chin with extremely swift speed.
"Damn it, come again!"
Zhong Wen, who had not yet stood still, screamed strangely, and was slashed away by him with a knife from bottom to top. His whole body flew straight upward and high into the air.
"Die!"
Ghost Mandrill roared from his mouth, and swung the giant blade in his right hand fiercely, transforming into a semicircular flame giant blade in the air and shooting straight towards Zhong Wen.
At the same time, the middle finger and index finger of his left hand were slightly raised and slightly moved back.
I saw three huge spiritual black dragons circling up from different angles, their bodies gleaming with flames, roaring angrily, heading straight for Zhong Wen floating in the air.
The roars of the three giant dragons cracked the rocks and penetrated the sky, creating a terrifying atmosphere that destroyed the heaven and earth. The people below were dumbfounded and frightened. Even the little girl Zhuma, who was originally calm and calm, could not help but change.
His face changed.
Facing Zhong Wen's shining silver turtle shell, Ghost Mandrill finally used his strongest stunt.
Soul-devouring flame dragon kills!
"I'll go, so fierce!"
Zhong Wen finally turned around in the air, and saw a black flame blade coming from below, and three terrifying black dragons circling around. He had no time to react. He just let out a scream, and was completely overwhelmed by four powerful forces.
Sacrificing three black dragons at the same time was not only Demon Mandrill's limit, but also broke the historical record of the Dark Temple.
After all, even the Lord of the Dark Temple could only release one black dragon when he used this spiritual skill.
The violent black flames in the sky did not subside for a long time, and there was a faint "click" sound. As the fire gradually dissipated, Ghost Mandrill could see that the silver light patterns surrounding Zhong Wen were getting darker and darker, and finally the roots broke and lost.
lost its original light.
Done!
Gui Mandrill was overjoyed, knowing that this time he fought with all his strength and finally broke through Zhong Wen's abnormal defensive skills.
"Zhong Wen!"
Zhu Ma and Shen Da Chui screamed at the same time, and the worried look on the little girl's pretty face could no longer be concealed. She had a stern look in her eyes, raised her head, and let out a sharp scream.
A golden flash of light suddenly fell from the sky and landed next to Zhuma instantly.
Wang Meng and others' hearts tightened, and they quickly looked around. They saw a raptor standing next to Zhuma that was eight feet long and had a wingspan of more than two feet. It had a fiery red body, a golden horn on its head, and the feathers on its chest and back of its wings were shining brightly.
Shining with bright golden light, his azure eyes revealed an infinite fierce light, his two claws were as sharp as sharp knives, and his whole body exuded a terrifying and ferocious aura, just like the legendary divine bird in the sky, majestic and extraordinary.
The moment they saw the golden divine bird, an instinctive tremor surged from the hearts of Wang Meng and others.
The two sides haven't fought yet, but the golden divine bird just stood there, giving people an almost desperate feeling of oppression.
At the same time, a giant spotted snake about two feet thick and seven to eight feet long appeared in the backyard of the "Shen Forging Pavilion" at some unknown time.
The thick snake body is wrapped around the weapon refining room. The big head stands vertically, almost as high as a floor. The scarlet tongue is bifurcated and it keeps swallowing. A pair of huge upright pupils transmit endless light.
The fierce light makes people shudder and feel heartbroken.
The backyard of the "Shendong Pavilion" was not very big to begin with, but the many creatures summoned by Zhuma actually took up more than half of the area, making it suddenly seem a bit small and crowded.
No matter who you provoke, you can't provoke this little girl!
Shen Dachui looked at the divine bird and the five poisonous creatures beside Zhuma, unable to conceal the awe in his heart. The girl's delicate body seemed extremely tall in his eyes, as if she could rival an army with one person.
Zhuma's eyes widened and he stared fiercely at the mandrill holding the giant blade. He was about to command a group of creatures to come forward and attack, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice from above: "Zhuma, I'm fine."
"Zhong Wen!"
Zhuma felt happy and quickly looked up at the sky.
Zhong Wenzheng, who was swallowed up by the black flames, was seen standing in the air with a calm face. How could he look like he was injured at all?
not dead!
The mandrill's red pupils expanded rapidly, and his pale face was full of surprise.
He had tried his best, without any reservations, but still could not hurt Zhong Wen in the slightest. Such a blow made even the determined Ghost Mandrill feel extremely frustrated.
"I didn't expect that there would be a genius like you in the Dark Temple." Zhong Wen sighed with lingering fear, "It's a good thing you haven't entered Taoism, otherwise it's hard to say how this battle will end."
After Tianxuan's "Eye of God", the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" was defeated again. Zhong Wen couldn't help but have some doubts about this spiritual skill known as "invincible defense". If he hadn't obtained the blood of Earth Dragon, his body would have been destroyed.
Strengthened to an incredible level, Ghost Mandrill's sharp blow might really cause him serious injury.
"Don't mention these three words in front of me." Ghost Mandrill said viciously, "I am no longer a member of the Dark Temple!"
"Oh? Would the Holy Land actually allow a disciple to betray you?" Zhong Wen was surprised, "With the way the Dark Temple behaves, didn't they send someone to hunt you down?"
"Come one, kill one, come two, kill a pair, that's all." Gui Mandrill said disapprovingly, and then raised the "God-Slaying" giant blade again, pointing it directly at Zhong Wen in the sky, "Since you are not dead, then
Let’s continue!”
"If I guess correctly, that move just now should be your trump card." Zhong Wen smiled and shook his head, "Is it necessary to continue fighting?"
"Stop talking nonsense. I said I would take your life. As long as you don't die, I won't give up." Faced with this inevitable defeat, Gui Zhu still had a firm look in his eyes, showing no intention of backing down.
"Isn't it good to be alive?" Zhong Wen sighed, the shadow on his body flickered, and he appeared in front of Gui Mandrill in an instant, and gently slapped a palm with his right hand.
The ghost mandrill was startled, kicked his feet violently, and quickly moved back, only to feel a sense of weakness coming from his limbs.
He realized that the blow just now consumed too much and far exceeded the limit of his physical strength. As a result, the duration of the secret technique was shortened and it was not far away from becoming ineffective.
"The speed has slowed down!" Zhong Wen smiled slightly, took a step forward, and easily caught up with the ghost mandrill. A mysterious aura emanated from his body and enveloped the opponent silently.
The feeling of fatigue all over his body was intertwined with the sharp pain in his chest. Gui Mandrill felt dizzy and nauseated. Knowing that he could not get rid of Zhong Wen, he simply gritted his teeth, raised his heart, waved the giant blade in his hand, and slashed at the opponent from the waist.
.
However, before the giant blade came close to Zhong Wen, he felt his heart beat suddenly, the blood in his body flowed backwards, and he fell into a brief state of stiffness again.
It’s this feeling again!
Ghost Mandrill secretly knew something was wrong, but he was unable to move and had no choice but to watch helplessly as Zhong Wen swung his palm and hit him hard on the chest.
"puff!"
The already shattered chest suffered another heavy blow. Ghost Mandrill spat out a mouthful of blood. The extreme pain almost numbed his nerves. His slender body flew far back, and once again smashed through a human-shaped gap in the wall.
Lying down straight on the ground outside the courtyard.
Compared with the severe pain, what gave him more headache was the strange power contained in Zhong Wen's palm power.
The spiritual power in the Dantian seems to have awakened itself, producing a rebellious consciousness, which all frantically escapes outside the body, dissipating and drifting away.
In just a dozen breaths, the little remaining spiritual power dissipated. As the effectiveness of the secret method declined, the red color in Demon Mandrill's eyes slowly dissipated, his eyes looked up at the sky aimlessly, and his body fell limply to the ground.
, enduring the endless suffering caused by pain.
Lost!
Is this what it feels like to lose?
Tasting the taste of defeat for the first time in a battle of the same level, Demon Mandrill's mood was particularly calm, as if he had untied a knot that had been buried for many years, and there was not much anger or unwillingness.
"Just kill me!"
Looking at Zhong Wen who came to him, Gui Mandrill spoke in an unusually calm tone, then glanced at Sima Rou, Wang Meng and others in the yard, and said something that was beyond everyone's expectations, "These few people are of low strength, and they don't care about you."
If they don’t pose any threat, can you let them go?”
"Brother Ghost Mandrill!" Wang Meng, Dong Damu and others all had expressions on their faces.
Sima Rou's delicate body trembled suddenly, and a strong feeling of guilt surged in her heart.
"Kill you?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhong Wen's face, "What a beautiful idea!"
This chapter has been completed!