As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other. When Mao Zheng saw Xiao Ye, his eyes immediately turned red. He abandoned Yiren, roared, and stabbed Xiao Ye hard with his fingers like hooks.
Xiaoye turned sideways and raised his legs. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and Mao Zheng was whipped by Xiaoye, kicking him back three steps in a row.
Ignoring the severe pain in his legs, Xiaoye quickly pursued, his fists as violent as thunder and as fierce as fire, hitting Mao's chest as stiff as gold steel.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Mao Zheng instantly turned into a huge fireball and flew backwards. A miserable wailing came from mid-air.
"Xiaoye, good job!"
The Winged Man shouted in the air, suddenly folded his wings, and fell down with a stumble.
"Yi Ren, are you injured?"
Wang Huan's brother and sister also rushed forward at this time, and saw two or three wounds on the fallen Yiren's body, with black and smelly blood flowing out.
"Well, my claws don't work on this guy. Fortunately, you came in a hurry!"
The Yiren's face twitched and his body trembled slightly, obviously enduring the terrible pain of corpse poison attacking his heart.
"Xiaoye, hold on for a while, we'll heal the Winged Man first, and the corpse poison can't be delayed!" Wang Huan shouted at Ouyang Xuan.
"good!"
Xiaoye nodded, bent down slightly, and stared at Mao Zheng who was roaring and hissing in the flames with all his attention.
Wang Huan hurriedly took out a handful of glutinous rice from the bag next to him and sprinkled it on Yiren's three wounds. Suddenly, "Chi! Chi! Chi!" White smoke was coming out of the wounds, and Yi Ren's face tightened in pain.
The ground was torn into a ball.
"Be patient, you'll be fine soon!" Wang Huan hurriedly comforted him, took out a talisman from his arms, and shouted: "The talisman will heal the wound! Get up!"
"Peng!"
The talisman suddenly burst into flames, and Wang Huan quickly burned the burning talisman across Yiren's three wounds.
While breathing, "chichichi" three streams of black smoke came out of Yiren's wound, and Yiren roared again, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.
"Okay, the corpse poison has been largely eliminated! Yiren, you rest aside while we go to support Xiaoye!" Wang Huan said something, and then he and Wang Shuang ran towards Xiaoye.
At this time, the zombie in the flames suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, its body trembled, and another stream of blood poured out of its body.
The flame struggled tenaciously for a few times and then extinguished helplessly.
"Damn it!" Xiaoye was about to pounce again, but Wang Huan shouted: "Xiaoye, let us do it! Sister, I will wrap it around, and you prepare the Xuantian Talisman!"
"Yes, brother!"
Wang Shuang stopped being naughty at this time and responded.
Wang Huan hurriedly took out three talisman seals and shouted: "The thunder from the sky answers me, calms the souls and subdues the demons, the thunder from the sky fires continuously, go!"
"Peng!"
In Wang Huan's red face, the three thunder talismans suddenly burned, and he quickly took off his hands and flew into the air.
"Boom! Boom!"
Mao Zheng, whose whole body was scorched black, was furiously jumping towards the three of them, when suddenly a thunder struck from the sky.
"Bang!"
The huge and powerful thunder and lightning hit Mao Zheng's head. Mao Zong let out a shrill cry, and his body suddenly lost the ability to move and trembled violently in the fierce electric snake.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third thunderbolts quickly formed in the night sky, and they were full of power, ready to punish the demonic spirits who were causing chaos in the world.
"Sister, set up the formation quickly!" Wang Huan shouted, his eyes flashing.
"Yes!" Wang Shuang quickly took out seven talismans and shouted: "Xuantian Talisman, go!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Seven talismans flew out in an instant and stuck to seven parts of Mao Zheng's front and back.
"Boom! Boom!"
At this time, the second and third thunderbolts struck down one after another. Poor Mao Zheng was unable to move, and was tortured by the sharpness of the thunderbolts.
"roar!"
Suddenly Mao Zhan roared wildly, and the trembling of his body stopped immediately, but it quickly grew bigger and stronger like an inflated balloon.
Wang Huan's face changed greatly, "The sky thunder has failed, Mao Zheng is changing into a fighting form, sister, activate the Xuantian Talisman Taboo quickly!"
"good!"
Wang Shuang quickly lit up another talisman in his hand and shouted: "Xuantian Talisman, wake up!"
"boom!"
The talisman flew towards Mao Zhan's head, shooting out seven golden rays of light, shining on the seven talismans on Mao Zhan's body!
After completing his transformation, Mao Zheng became even more ferocious. He looked up in surprise, and when he was about to pounce on Xiaoye and the others again, the seven talismans on his body suddenly moved.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The seven talismans suddenly left Mao Jong's body and transformed into seven little golden figures in ancient clothes. They shot out countless golden rays of light, forming a golden net that pressed heavily on Mao Jong from mid-air.
"roar!"
The golden net burst out with terrifying power, pressing down on Mao Zheng bit by bit with the force of Mount Tai, forcing him to bend down bit by bit.
Unwilling to give in, Mao Zheng roared and struggled desperately, but he could not struggle against the golden snare no matter what. Instead, he was roasted by the blazing golden flames, causing white smoke to emit from all over his body, and he was in great pain.
Xiaoye was a little dumbfounded, and quickly turned away and asked Wang Huan, who looked tired: "Brother, what is this move called, and why is it so powerful? Can you take care of this hairy stiffness?"
"This is a formation, called Xuantian Talisman! The seven talismans can be combined to form a golden net to refine the soul of the monster! This is our last stunt, but I don't know if we can restrain this hairy zombie!"
Wang Huan's face was a little gloomy, and he stared at Mao Zhan who was struggling desperately in the Xuantian Talisman Prison.
"roar!"
The unwilling Mao Zheng seemed unable to resist the terrifying power of the Xuantian Talisman, and was gradually forced to squat down. His whole body was burnt by the golden light, making white smoke blazing, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
"If there is a way, we must succeed!" Xiaoye kept thinking in his heart.
Suddenly, Mao Zheng roared with all his strength, and a green light flooded his body, followed by a smelly blood mist covering his whole body, and he slammed into the golden snare.
"Boom!"
The golden net was obscured by the blood mist and lost its trace in an instant. The seven talismans suddenly exploded in the air and turned into seven flaming flames.
"roar!"
Mao Zheng escaped from the trap and rushed towards Wang Shuang angrily, his red eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.
"careful!"
Xiaoye was caught off guard and could only warn him in horror.
Wang Shuang was so frightened that he screamed, pulled out the mahogany sword from behind and stabbed Mao Zhan in the chest with all his strength.
"Bang!"
The peach wood sword, which had no time to attach its magic power, stabbed Mao Zheng's chest heavily, but it broke into two pieces with a regrettable "click".
In Wang Shuang's desperate eyes, Mao Zheng's fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed Wang Shuang's shoulders fiercely, and then quickly bit Wang Shuang's neck with two sharp and smelly fangs.
"Brother, save me!" Wang Shuang's shoulders were in severe pain and he desperately called for help.
"younger sister!"
Wang Huan rushed towards him like the wind, but he was already too late.
Just when the stiff and sharp teeth were about to bite Wang Shuang's neck, a piece of dead wood suddenly stretched out of the air.
Mao Zheng didn't pay attention, and bit into the dead wood with a "click", leaving only a mouthful of bitter sawdust.
It turned out that the recovered Yiren arrived in time and saved Wang Shuang's life.
"Beast, go to hell!"
The winged man waved his right fist, and in an instant the light floated, covering it with a layer of hard armor, and hit Mao Zheng's somewhat stunned strange face hard.
"Bang!"
"roar!"
Mao Zheng screamed in pain, but his hand held Wang Shuang tighter.
Wang Huan finally arrived and shouted: "The Peach Wood Spirit Sword calms the soul and suppresses the soul, go!"
A mahogany sword attached to the spiritual power of the talisman sank heavily into the spine of Mao Zheng's back.
"roar!"
Mao Zheng's body was shaking with pain, and he suddenly roared and threw the Wang Shuang in his hand towards the astonished Yi Ren.
"Bang!"
Wang Shuang and Yiren collided violently and fell down one after another, with blood spurting out from their mouths.
After throwing out Wang Shuang, Mao Zhan quickly turned around and struck Wang Huan with a fierce claw.
"Bang!" Wang Huan couldn't dodge, and was hit hard by a claw in the chest. He screamed in agony, and blood spurted out from his mouth, flying backwards for more than three feet.
The strength of Mao Zheng can break gold and gravel, and a hit from the front would be enough for the king to enjoy.
"Damn it, take two more punches from me!"
Xiaoye, who was standing farthest away, finally arrived and saw that Wang Huan, brother, sister, and Yi Ren were all lying down, and their eyes were red.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Xiaoye was so angry that he punched Mao Zhan four times in the chest with his fists filled with flames, until Mao Zhan lost his footing and retreated repeatedly.
Mao Zheng's whole body was suddenly enveloped in strong flames, and he screamed in agony.
Xiaoye knew that the flames could only trap Mao Zhan temporarily, but could not burn him to death.
So he kept punching and punched Mao Zheng, who was retreating, more than a dozen times, like punching a sandbag, just hoping to roast this hateful guy into charcoal with a storm of attacks.
Unexpectedly, Mao Zheng, who was in so much pain in the flames, had the power to fight back. In an instant, two flaming ghost claws grabbed the unprepared Xiaoye's shoulders.
Amidst Mao Zheng's excited roar like a wild beast, Xiaoye was lifted into the air.
"Xiaoye!"
The Wang Huan brother, sister and Yi Ren who fell to the ground were immediately frightened out of their wits and yelled.
At this time, both Wang Huan and his sister were severely injured and could not move for a while. Although Yi Ren was not lightly injured, he was good at physical attacks and had the strongest physique. He still struggled to get up and rushed towards Mao Zheng.
Mao Zheng's sharp claws penetrated deeply into Xiaoye's body, causing blood to flow. Xiaoye shouted in pain: "Yiren, don't come here, you will die as soon as my fire touches you."
Yi Ren was startled, his steps stopped abruptly, and he was at a loss for a moment.
Suddenly, smelly blood mist erupted from Mao Zheng's body, and the flames all over his body were extinguished helplessly in an instant.
"Roar!" After catching Xiaoye, the human being that Mao Zhan hated the most, Mao Zheng roared excitedly, and with a wave of his arms, he wanted to tear Xiaoye into pieces.
"ah!"
Xiaoye screamed and felt that half of the bones in his body were pulled apart by the stiff hair. The pain was excruciating.
"Huh?" Mao Zheng saw that Xiao Ye was not torn into pieces. He was a little confused. How did he know that Xiao Ye's body was six or seven times stronger than an ordinary person's?
"roar!"
Mao Zhan was furious, and after exerting all his strength, he tried to use force again.
At this moment, Yiren, who saw that the situation was not good, spread his wings and flew towards him.
Where a burst of white light floated, Yiren's right fist had already become armored, and he punched Mao Zheng's left face hard.
"Roar!" Mao Zheng yelled in pain on the side of his head, and flew up with a kick that hit Yiren's chest.
"ah!"
The winged man couldn't bear the heavy blow and flew backwards screaming, leaving a long line of blood in the air.
"Bang!"
Yi Ren fell heavily on the top of the mountain, lying on the ground vomiting blood frequently and was dying.
"Yiren!" Brother and sister Wang Huan shouted, their faces full of despair.
Xiaoye also had a pale face, "It's over!"
"roar!"
Seeing that all the enemies were finally brought down, Mao Zheng became excited and struggled to pull Xiao Ye up again.
"Ah!" Xiaoye was in severe pain all over his body, and stars were shooting up in his head. For a moment, he felt like he was in hell, and he screamed in agony.
At the critical moment, white mist suddenly appeared all over Xiaoye's body, surrounding him and Mao Zheng. Xiaoye originally didn't want to reveal too much about anything other than the flames, but at this time there was no other way.
When Mao Zhan saw the white mist around him, he couldn't help but froze for a moment. But at this moment, Xiaoye's hand was full of fire and smoke, and he desperately grabbed Mao Zhan.
"roar!"
Unprepared, Mao Zheng was burned by the flames and screamed and jumped. His arms lost strength and he threw Xiaoye to the ground.
"Asshole, I will fight with you!"
Xiaoye struggled to stand up, ignoring the fact that his shoulders were bleeding profusely, his whole body was in pain, and his eyes were frighteningly red.
Wang Huan and the others could only see the fog getting thicker and thicker, but they couldn't see clearly Xiao Ye and Mao Zheng inside. They had no idea what was going on inside.
At this moment, the originally thick white mist instantly turned red, and a monstrous heat wave emanated from it.
Wang Huan and the other three were completely shocked by what they saw.