Chapter seven hundred and seventy-ninth out of anger
Xiang Shang and Chen Beixuan were horrified at the same time!
Super strong!
Although they have never seen the power of such beings, as long as they think about the gap between themselves and others and the first-class strong men, they will understand very well the terror of super strong men!
"Haha! My brother Meng Kuo is here, and you will definitely die.
Meng Kuo is a super genius of our Mongolian clan. As early as five thousand years ago, he was a peak powerhouse in the Taoist realm and one of the strongest in the Taoist realm.
I advise you to run for your lives quickly, because once he arrives, you will not even have a chance to escape."
Meng Tong laughed and shouted wildly, hoping to scare a few people away and get himself out of danger.
"Quick! Kill him as soon as possible!"
Chen Beixuan shouted sharply.
The Meng Tong they attacked at this time was also equivalent to a top powerhouse in the Dao realm.
If they don't deal with the super strong man before he arrives, they will be attacked from both sides and will be even more in danger.
As for Meng Tong's shouting, he didn't care at all.
To run away now is to really seek death.
They were currently halfway up the mountainside of a giant peak. In this almost closed environment, there was no way they could escape.
Moreover, even if they really manage to escape and return to the star realm, they will definitely pursue and enter the star realm.
Only then will the real disaster occur.
So, they don’t have many choices!
"yes!"
"kill!"
Jiujian Zhenren and Jianwu Zhenyao were shocked and thought of the consequences, so they immediately joined the battle group.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The four powerful Taoists attacked together, using various methods.
Even with the protection of a medium-grade spiritual treasure-level armor, Meng Tong's vitality was still declining rapidly.
Fifty percent, sixty percent, seventy percent...
Meng Tong's vitality was directly consumed by 70%, leaving less than 30%.
Suddenly, he felt an extremely weak feeling that completely panicked him.
“No…stop…stop it quickly!
As long as you let me go, I am willing to promise that my brother will let you go...
Please...stop..."
Meng Tong could clearly feel the passing of his life force.
He never wanted to experience that feeling of extreme weakness, rapid dissipation of vitality, and the feeling of his soul falling into deep sleep.
Once the vitality is consumed, only 10% is left.
Then he can only let others slaughter him.
Fall - will die!
As soon as he thought of this possibility, he was extremely frightened!
But no matter who it was, they ignored his nonsense.
Xiang Shang's power wave, the map of mountains and rivers with thousands of swords, the flesh and blood millstone... keep falling!
Chen Beixuan’s Ten Miles and One Sword!
Jianwu's flame cage, the sun-devouring fire god sword!
The Nine Swords of the Nine Swordsmen merge into one!
It all poured out, falling directly on him.
The vitality is consumed by 80%, 90%...
With only 10% of his vitality left, Mengtong immediately felt the extreme weakness from his soul, and finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
However, even so, Xiang Shang and others still did not stop.
Their attacks did not stop at all, until the last ten percent of Meng Tong's vitality was completely dissipated under their attacks.
When his breath could no longer be felt in the entire void, they stopped one after another.
But at this time, there was only a top-notch mid-grade Lingbao-level sword left in the scene, and a piece of mid-grade Lingbao-level battle armor!
"Senior Chen, hurry up and refine the armor for use. There will be a fierce battle later."
Xiang Shang just glanced at the armor and sword, and then quickly transmitted the message.
At this time, they had already sensed the fluctuations coming from the distant void, caused by the rapid passage of strong men.
And he himself already owns a mid-grade Lingbao War Sword, a low-grade Lingbao War Knife, and a low-grade Lingbao War Armor. It doesn't make much sense to change to a better one.
"good!"
Chen Beixuan did not hesitate. At this time, every increase in strength will lead to an increase in safety.
Naturally, he didn't know how to do it. He reached out and made a move, and the armor fell directly into his hands. Then the power of the soul poured in, and soon he initially recognized the armor as its owner and wore it on his body.
As for the sword, he didn't pick it up.
He is not good at sword skills, and knowing that the armor is precious, he is not willing to pick up that sword again.
"Mr. Chen, this war sword is also at the middle-grade Lingbao level. You are stronger and it will be more effective in your hands!
As for this sword, I’ll give it to my lord. My lord is the only one at the scene who is good at swordsmanship.”
Jian Wu hesitated for a moment and threw a war sword.
This war sword was actually left by the powerful Taiyi Vajra Sect who was at the high level of the Taoist Realm and was killed by Xiang Shang before. He was chasing the powerful man from the other world who was at the low level of the Taoist Realm, so he didn't have time to pick it up.
Then he was put away by Jian Wu.
At this time, under Xiang Shang's signal, he hesitated slightly and threw the sword to Chen Beixuan.
Of course, as a subordinate, he also knows how to seek benefits for his leader, which can be regarded as a kind of exchange.
"Of course there is no problem. Even if you don't tell me, this sword must be his.
To kill this powerful man from another world, he had to do much more than I did.
Being able to get the armor is already considered an advantage for me."
Chen Beixuan took the war sword, acknowledged its owner simply, turned the sword around slightly, and said.
The battle sword he had been using before was only at the level of a top-grade magic weapon, although its power was not weak in his hands.
But at this moment, he was delighted to feel the power of the mid-grade Lingbao-level war sword.
This battle sword can at least increase his strength by half a level. Coupled with the protection of the middle-grade battle armor, his confidence has greatly increased.
Then, Xiang Shang did not hesitate and directly summoned the top-level mid-grade Lingbao-level sword into his hand. After recognizing its owner, he replaced the low-grade Lingbao-level sword and put it into Yulang Immortal Mansion.
At this time, it would be best to increase your strength.
The gap between low-grade spiritual treasures and mid-grade spiritual treasures is still huge.
As for Master Jiujian on the side, he didn't say much when he saw this.
In the previous series of battles, his gains were actually quite large. In addition to some scattered magic weapon materials, he also obtained two low-grade spiritual treasure-level swords.
He was actually satisfied.
As for more, although he wants more, he also understands that virtue is not worthy of it.
How much strength you have, how much effort you put in, and how much benefit you get.
Xiang Shang and others were much stronger than him. They had killed more of this powerful man from another world, so naturally he didn't dare to have any ideas.
He still has self-awareness!
"You little bugs, how dare you kill Meng Tong, you simply don't know how to write the word "death".
Today, none of you can escape death!"
Before entering the main hall, a sound like thunder came directly, rumbling in the void!
After sensing the dissipation of the aura belonging to Meng Tong, he was already furious!