Chapter two thousand one hundred and forty fourth cooperation
Under attack from both sides by the middle-aged men of the Xuanyuan tribe and Wumamo, Chengwei couldn't help but retreat.
"boom!"
The middle-aged man relied on the golden light on his body and punched Cheng Wei in the head.
"Dong dong dong dong..."
Cheng Wei took seven or eight steps back in a row. Every time he stepped on it, a huge pit appeared on the ground, and the eternal wasteland began to tremble.
As soon as his figure stabilized, Wumamo followed him immediately.
Fortunately, Cheng Wei had two hands, one of which grabbed the bamboo sword and swung it suddenly.
A emerald-green sword light came from bottom to top, blocking the front of Wuma Mo.
Wumamo was a little taboo about the emerald green sword light. It was probably the only way to penetrate Xuanyuan's body, so he could only avoid it.
But just after forcing Wumamo back, the middle-aged man came forward again. The two of them took turns to fight, and Cheng Wei had little power to fight back.
He didn't even have time to pay attention to the battle situation on Luo Zheng's side.
Just now, Luo Zheng used soul attack to disturb Lou Ji's soul, which gave him a glimmer of hope.
Unfortunately, the other desolate gods were too weak to break through Lou Ji's Xuanyuan Desolate Body, and the glimmer of hope that had just risen was dashed.
When Lou Ji killed those desolate gods and the three of them attacked him, he would definitely die today.
Thinking of this, a hint of sadness arose in Chengwei's heart.
It is too unwilling to die in this eternal wasteland. If he can get a few more bloodline bones, he may even be qualified to become the first person of the younger generation!
In despair, even the fighting spirit is gradually dissipating...
Seeing the middle-aged man rushing toward him again, he even had the urge to give up resistance.
At this moment, a true voice came into his ears again, "Cheng Wei! I'm here to disturb the minds of these two people, and you wait for the opportunity to kill them!"
"What!"
Cheng Wei's eyes flashed, his eyes wandered, and he saw Luo Zheng hundreds of feet away.
Luo Zheng still did not activate the power of the Desolate God. He was like a small mosquito flying in the air. It was so inconspicuous, but in Cheng Wei's eyes, it seemed to have become a life-saving straw!
"Whoa!"
One of Cheng Wei's hands suddenly grasped the bamboo sword tightly. Facing the middle-aged man's thunder blow, he fell back and put an arm on his chest.
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man punched him on the arm.
"Crack!"
The arm suddenly bent at ninety degrees and was broken by the middle-aged man's punch.
The biggest advantage of Chi You's desolate body is that it can grow three heads and six arms, and its physical body is far tougher than ordinary desolate gods, and it can heal quickly after being injured.
In contrast, Xuanyuan Huangti possesses almost abnormal defense power.
Cheng Wei, who had sacrificed one of his arms, turned around and the bamboo sword in his hand crossed a distance of thousands of feet and made a huge arc.
His sword went straight to Wuma Mo.
"Are you going to risk your life? It's a pity that your life is worthless and cannot be exchanged for anyone else's life," the middle-aged man said with a cruel smile.
When Cheng Wei slashed at Wuma Mo with his sword, the door opened wide. The middle-aged man was fully capable of killing Cheng Wei before Cheng Wei could hit Wuma Mo!
There was also a sneer on Wu Mamo's face. Cheng Wei had really given up. It was impossible for such a clumsy sword to hit him...
But at this moment, the middle-aged man and Wumamo suddenly felt a flash of light from the corners of their eyes.
The two of them looked closely and saw Luo Zheng, who was as small as a mosquito or fly.
Both of them were stunned. Neither the middle-aged man nor Wuma Mo expected that Luo Zheng was still alive?
After Lou Ji took action, they didn't bother to take another look. As a member of the Xuanyuan tribe, it was too easy for Lou Ji to deal with just four desolate gods.
The moment they saw Luo Zheng, they did not think that Lou Ji was dead, but were a little surprised that Luo Zheng could escape from Lou Ji.
But just as this thought flashed out of his mind, Luo Zheng was seen moving the Shadow Bearing Sword slightly horizontally.
"Buzz!"
The two-color sword light flashed past.
"Boom!"
The middle-aged man and Wumamo suddenly felt a sledgehammer hit his forehead.
Especially Wuma Mo, who hugged his head as a reflex and let out a roar.
"Click..."
Cheng Wei's sword had already struck Wuma Mo. If it weren't for the soul attack on them, the middle-aged man could have easily intercepted the sword, and Wuma Mo could have easily avoided it.
But because of the soul attack, the situation has changed drastically!
The bamboo sword struck the golden light on Wuma Mo's body, and the golden light suddenly shattered into pieces.
The first sword shattered the golden light, and Cheng Wei's second sword followed.
With this sword, he went straight to Wuma Mo's chest. With a "puff" sound, the bamboo sword had just penetrated halfway. Cheng Wei pressed down and raised the sword, directly splitting Wuma Mo's head into two pieces.
Half!
After dealing with Wuma Mo, Cheng Wei brandished her bamboo sword and stabbed the middle-aged man again.
But although the middle-aged man was attacked by Luo Zheng's soul, his consciousness recovered extremely quickly. In just half a breath, his eyes were already clear.
The middle-aged man looked horrified when he saw Wumamo being beheaded.
There are very few wild gods in this world who can use their souls to attack, except of course the truly strong men within the major clans, because those strong men were not born in this world at all!
That kid is completely a fledgling Aragami. The power of the Aragami in his body is not very strong yet. How could he burst out with such a powerful soul attack?
Although the middle-aged man was frightened and frightened, his mind was also spinning very fast.
As long as this kid is dealt with, Cheng Wei is still no match for him!
I saw him taking a step to the right, his huge body tumbling in the air, and heading straight towards Luo Zheng.
"careful!"
Cheng Wei saw this scene and reminded him.
Luo Zheng was suspended high in the sky, watching the middle-aged man's tall body of more than a thousand feet rolling over. It was like a huge mountain rolling over.
But there was no trace of panic on his face. Under the interlaced flashes of light from the Shadow Bearing Sword in his hand, a smile appeared on his face.
"Buzz!"
The middle-aged man was once again attacked by his soul.
His rolling body suddenly lost its balance and hit the ground heavily.
Faced with such an opportunity, how could Cheng Wei, who has experienced many battles, let it go?
He flew up and grabbed his bamboo sword with both hands. Before the middle-aged man's consciousness could recover, the bamboo sword in his hand had penetrated from top to bottom...
"Pfft!"
The bamboo sword directly nailed the middle-aged man's head to the ground.
The middle-aged man's body struggled like a conditioned reflex, and then lost all movement.
Cheng Wei clutched her bamboo sword tightly, her face still a little nervous.
After this middle-aged man died, the power of the god of waste in his body began to escape, and his mountain-like body began to shrink rapidly.
At this time, Cheng Wei pulled out the bamboo sword, his face full of joy after escaping from death, and his eyes looked at Luo Zheng not far away.