Thundered!

A roar sounded in the ancient mountain forest, and wisps of dark killing air, like the sharpest blade, shredded all the ancient trees and rocks around it.

At this moment, in the face of the killing that came out of the stone spear, even the middle-aged martial artist couldn't help but have a trace of stagnation, and in a trance, it seemed that he had fallen into a blood-colored ocean.

"Kill!"

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan had already rushed in front of the middle-aged martial artist.

"Golden Ape Fist. ”

At the same moment, the golden figure behind Jin Wei roared, and with the bombardment of his fist, it had already hit his chest at the moment when the middle-aged martial artist was stagnant.

Rumble!

The golden ape roared, and the golden light exploded.

Didn't hit!

In Qingyang Huan's eyes, when Jin Wei's fist was already against his chest, even if the middle-aged martial artist was stunned by the killing qi for a moment, his whole body still fell back strangely at the last moment.

Before the fist exploded, the middle-aged warrior's entire body fell to the ground, dodging the blow of the heavy blow.

Hiss!

There was a tremor in Qingyang Huan's dark eyes, this was definitely a veteran who was on the edge of life and death in Manglin!

Rumble!

The swarthy Killing Crescent Moon burst out of the sky and shot out from the tip of the spear, slicing through the splash of golden light and slashing down at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground.

In an instant, a gray broken bone floated up in the middle-aged warrior's hand, turning into a dim and dense fog, and the killing crescent moon struck down, with sparks splashing, and when the thick fog was cut, the figure of the middle-aged warrior had already appeared ten zhang away.

"Who are you?"

Standing on a stone, the middle-aged warrior also found Qingyang Huan and the two, and it seemed that they were not the ones who wanted to hunt him down.

"Kill!"

Feeling the murderous intent lingering, the four Shenzang behind Qingyang Huan suddenly opened, and the four fierce beast shadows rushed towards the middle-aged martial artist.

"If you want to blame it, blame you two little cubs for having a bad life and seeing my whereabouts. ”

The middle-aged warrior's big hand was held in mid-air, and a three-foot-sized bronze hammer presented a square and nine sections like a slender pagoda shape, once manifested, the blood color was infused with the entire copper hammer, and a half-zhang long gong shot out, tearing the darkness of the mangrove.

"Kill!"

As soon as he made a move, the forest was shaken, and the killing machine was full of wilderness, and the original decadent atmosphere of the middle-aged warrior was swept away, and it was replaced by sonorous killing.

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan felt that he was being targeted by a fierce beast, and a creepy feeling rose behind him.

Roar, roar, roar!

Under this kind of killing that penetrated into the heart and spleen, the dark streamer on the stone spear in his hand skyrocketed again under the oppression, this time it was not only the golden holy ape, but also the lion-like Pixiu also manifested, and the golden holy ape surrounded the stone spear, letting out bursts of roars.

Boom!

Almost instantly, a little light exploded in the forest, and the raging blood and qi rushed towards the forest in all directions, and everything in its path was annihilated into ashes.

Knock! Knock!

Qing Yanghuan's whole person flew out backwards, and every step made a deep footprint on the ground, and he withdrew thirty zhang away before he stopped.

Hiss.

In his eyes full of dark killing, a touch of clarity appeared, Qingyang Huan gasped, and at this moment he suddenly realized that the previous battle with Blue Blood Xiao was so not worth mentioning.

With a roar, the faint dark aura that had been wrapped around the stone spear began to spread towards his arm, and the killing was like an ocean of frenzy, and wave after wave rushed towards the middle-aged man's direction again.

The same Jin Wei behind the divine treasure was all opened, bathed in a blood-colored ocean, his body was invisibly raised, with a vague fluffy scale armor wrapped outside, and he burst out with a roar.

Boom Boom!

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan shouted again, and a phantom with two wings flying into the sky followed and manifested again, and at the same time, the surrounding killing aura suddenly skyrocketed a few points.

Roar!

The beast in the Shenzang suspended behind roared, and at this moment, a phantom figure stepped out of the Shenzang, although it was blurred, but there was a dark killing crescent moon at the center of the eyebrows.

When the phantom of the true dragon stepped out of the divine hide, it also swirled around the stone spear, and Qingyang Huan's momentum rose to the peak.

Rumble!

Jin Wei was swept down by the copper mace and flew back upside down, and the original berserk golden ape phantom was even more defeated.

"There's something weird about this brass mace!"

Jin Wei, who flew back upside down, also had a solemnity in his eyes.

What the!

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan exclaimed, in addition to the four great fierce divine treasures behind him, subconsciously three more divine treasures like blood caves opened, and the rich blood qi washed down, completely igniting the killing that he had accumulated to the peak.

"Nanazo!"

Looking at the seven Shenzang suspended behind Qingyang Huan, a touch of difference flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged martial artist, but the killing intent in his hand was even heavier.

Boom!

The sound sounded, and in Qingyanghuan's eyes, the copper mace actually had a hiss, as if someone was crying blood and moaning, and from the hollow place of the copper mace, a tragic and bloody breath rushed towards him.

What's even more bizarre is that when the blood and blood converged, a picture of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared, covering the surrounding forests.

In the depths of his pupils, such blood was so real, one tribe after another perished, countless people were piled up on the earth, blood was like a river, and terrifying murder filled his mind.

Airplanes!

In an instant, a purple light flashed away, and Qing Yanghuan, who had been in blood, suddenly woke up, and at this moment he was unexpectedly shrouded in blood and lost his mind.

This brass is weird!

After the previous fight, he estimated that although the middle-aged martial artist was ruthless, the martial arts realm was only the peak realm of the Shenzang realm, and although it had not manifested a few Tibets, it would definitely not exceed the five treasures, and it seemed that all of this was related to the copper gong in his hand.

The power of a gong, coupled with the middle-aged martial artist's own killing experience, made Qing Yanghuan feel a chill of death through the body.

Kill!

The furious force collided again, and the fierce phantom surrounded by the stone spear and the sea of corpses and blood collided together, and the frenzy washed the mountains and forests, and everything seemed to be cut in half, and then completely shattered.

Rumble!

Without the slightest hesitation, the middle-aged warrior waved the copper wedge in his hand and slashed down.

Boom!

The resonance of gold and iron was like a thunderbolt in the sky, and the violent impact force swept Qingyang Huan out, the earth cracked, and jumped up from the ground, and a sharp light burst out of his eyes, staring at the middle-aged martial artist deadly.

To be precise, it is the copper mace in his hand.

This copper mace can actually affect the mind, could it be that the creation that the middle-aged man is talking about is this divine weapon.

"Kill!"

This time, Qingyang Huan moved first, and he could see that the middle-aged martial artist wanted to control this bronze sword, and it was not so easy, and the four fierce shadows behind him were manifested, and there were three mouthfuls of blood and blood qi to replenish, and the killing swept away.

Boom Boom!

The blood and qi continued to explode in the forest, the rocks pierced through the air, tens of thousands of catties of boulders shattered into powder, the ancient mountains were all cracked, wild and bursting, the two of them directly blasted out dozens of moves, and the more they beat the middle-aged warrior, the more frightened they became.

A young man in front of him was able to resist him without falling behind, and Zangyuan was even more fierce, which little cub from the ancient clan was this.

There is also the stone spear in the hand of this little cub, which is obviously about to shatter in front of him, but it can compete with the copper mace in his hand.

Kill!

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan's blood and qi were agitated, and he directly rushed through the void, this time the Shenzang fierce beast behind him did not manifest, and the seven Shenzang gold and blood flowed, directly washing down.

The whole body was wrapped in a rich blood tide, and there were crescent-like runes looming in the surrounding blood qi.

Rumble!

The middle-aged warrior's body avoided it, and Qingyang Huan hit the air, but the stone spear swept out with it, and it collided directly without the slightest dodge.

Fierce, ruthless, and straightforward!

Rumble!

This blow was too fast, like a lightning bolt He middle-aged martial artist crashed together, accompanied by a roar, crashed into the mountain wall not far away, and suddenly the mountain rock cracked, and the gravel rolled!

Burst!

The middle-aged warrior embedded in the stone wall vomited blood from the corner of his mouth, but at this moment, the stone spear struck out horizontally and pierced his chest.