As soon as Sun Changkong Fu appeared, Wang Daoren's nose keenly smelled a strong bloody breath. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In fact, Sun Changkong was indeed drenched in blood at this time, and his clothes, which were originally red and white, had been completely soaked in black blood, and he looked very terrifying. And just as he rushed out of the black sphere space, another figure also staggered out, but he didn't fly two steps before falling to the ground again, and a mouthful of blood mist was sprayed on the spot, this person was the black-clothed immortal before, Sun Changkong's nightmare when he was a child, the black knife Luoyang.

However, the current black knife Luoyang is no longer majestic, and at a glance, his body has been covered with countless wounds, large and small, and the "curse" of all this is actually just a stinky little ghost who seems to him to be stinky. He calculated everything, why didn't he expect that one day he would be planted in the hands of a mortal, which really made him ashamed and angry.

Although Sun Changkong's injury is also not optimistic, he naturally does not dare to slack off in the slightest when he sees that Wang Daoren is in danger, not to mention that he has suffered a few knife wounds, even if he has broken his legs, he has to crawl in front of his master.

"Master, bow your head!"

At this time, Wang Daoren's hearing was extremely keen, and those chasing soldiers who came to realize what was happening, Wang Daoren had already leaned over and lay on the ground, and at this moment, not far away, above Sun Changkong's head, golden light appeared again, and a Dapeng phantom appeared in the sky.

"Bright God!"

"Boom!"

"Ahhhh

With the dense attack like a rain of arrows, those unsuspecting pursuers had no chance to dodge, only to see those slender feathers that were no more than a palm long flew into them, and fell to the ground through their bodies, forming a golden curtain of light. And they didn't even realize that they had been fatally wounded, and still attacked forward. But when they walked in front of the king, they found that their bodies could no longer exert any strength, and the blood escaped with all the vitality, leaving only a skin shrouded in death.

"How is this possible!"

In front of the two immortals, black and white, Sun Changkong solved all the pursuers except them in one move, this kind of means, this kind of ruthlessness, even if they were experienced in a hundred battles and their hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, they couldn't help but be shocked. Luoyang was okay, especially the white-clothed immortal, who was already speechless in shock at this time.

He ...... He...... How could he ......"

However, Sun Changkong, who had exerted his light and spirit with all his strength, was now exhausted due to excessive consumption, and then fell to the ground. It didn't matter if it fell, the wound that had just healed was shattered several times, and the blood soaked his clothes in an instant, and made his face even paler.

"Okay, you stinky boy, you dare to ruin the good deeds of this immortal, see if I don't break your body to pieces!"

At this moment, the white-clothed immortal who was sitting on the ground was already furious, and he didn't know where he got his spirit, and he saw him leap with his arms raised and a soft sigh in his mouth during his breath. At the same time, the "Missing Pear" that he had used in the Flying Flower World before appeared in front of him, and all of them shot at Sun Changkong's body.

"Puff puff!"

I don't know if it's because the speed of the petals is too fast, or because Sun Changkong's body has undergone abnormal changes, and the pear thorn on his body is like being tied to cotton, except for the equivalent muffled sound, most of the force is absorbed by Sun Changkong's body. To be honest, the white-clothed immortal himself didn't expect that his moves would hit the other party so easily, so things would be much easier.

"Lao Hei, he fell for my unlucky pear, and he is in the weakest time, take advantage of now, kill him quickly!"

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen. Just when Sun Changkong was forcing out the pear in his body, the black knife Luoyang got up from the ground with difficulty. At this time, Wang Dao discovered that there was a gap the size of a fingernail on the black gold knife that Luoyang was most proud of. You must know that this black gold knife is made of meteorite iron outside the sky, and it has an unrivaled hardness in this world, not to mention cutting out a gap in ordinary times, it is extremely difficult to expose a scratch on it, not to mention, the knife is in Luoyang's hands, and when the two are combined, it can burst out with terrifying power that ordinary people can unimaginable. But even in this case, Sun Changkong was still able to inflict so much damage on the Black Gold Knife, you can imagine how terrifying he was.

"Boy, you destroy my treasure knife, I'm going to cramp and peel you to vent my anger!"

As soon as he said that, Luoyang waved his arm and slashed at Sun Changkong's Heavenly Spirit Gai. But just at the last moment, Sun Changkong raised the thumb of his right hand and gently touched it forward. In an instant, a dazzling blue light broke out of his fingers, and the nails on Sun Changkong's thumb snapped in response. , It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, after suffering the pain of broken nails, even Sun Changkong, who has always been strong, can't help but break out in a cold sweat, grinning his teeth, and those who don't know the details think he is pretending to be pretending!

However, the result of the pain of broken armor was satisfactory, just when Luoyang raised his knife and slashed at Sun Changkong, the blue light mixed with broken armor "swished" into his body, and flew out from the other side, until it hit the rockery in the distance, and finally stopped. Luoyang, who was almost fatal by Sun Changkong's understatement, now couldn't care about the mortal enemy in front of him, but threw the knife and rolled on the ground in pain while screaming.

"Ahh

The white-clothed immortal never thought that the murderous king of the mixed world who saw the gods and was not afraid of heaven and earth still had such a fragile side, looking at the other party's expression of not being able to survive and not dying, he actually felt some inexplicable satisfaction in his heart, as if he was very eager to see this scene.

After a while, Luoyang's struggles became smaller and smaller, and the scolding in his mouth gradually disappeared, and finally he lay there motionless like a wooden man with his face to the sky, no longer breathless, he fell asleep, and he could never sleep.

"Luoyang, you ......"

Seeing his companion die tragically on the spot, the white-clothed immortal had mixed feelings, he thought that he and the other party were just a simple partner, but when he saw Luoyang's breathless appearance, a faint sadness immediately rose in his heart, was he pitying the other party, or was he sympathizing with himself? Even he couldn't tell.

Although Wang Daoren couldn't see it, he could roughly judge from Luoyang's wail before that the other party had already died with a whimper, and his disciple Sun Changkong actually killed an out-and-out real immortal while saving himself, which was simply an earth-shattering thing.

"Changkong, Changkong, where are you?"

In the call of the royal man, Sun Changkong used the last trace of strength in his body to stand up from the ground again, and he moved his steps as if he had been filled with lead water, and walked in the direction of the royal man step by step. And in front of this situation, the white-clothed immortal actually had no intention of stopping him, he just stood in place like that, his eyes were extremely empty. Now it was as if he had lost his soul, and nothing could bring his soul back into this shell.

"Master, how are you, I'll help you heal your wounds!"

Sun Changkong held his arm that had almost fallen off and smiled reluctantly. The lethality of the Black Gold Knife is really extraordinary, even if Sun Changkong has the ability of another world, and has the true immortal body condensed from the corpses of the Immortal Forest Army, it stands to reason that repairing these wounds should be twice the result with half the effort. But from the wind to the present, the knife wound on Sun Changkong's body has not only not healed from stopping the bleeding, but even has a growing momentum. The blood is desperately directing outward, and if it continues like this without others doing it, he himself will be consumed alive.

"Changkong, how is the injury on your body, why do I think your body is not right!"

Sun Changkong smiled miserably, looked down at his almost broken body, and then pretended to be relaxed and said: "Haha, Master, Master also underestimated my disciple me! Don't forget, I am also the son of Sun Yiyang, the guardian of the realm, how can I be defeated by a few knife wounds? Don't worry, when I rest for a while, I will immediately slaughter this sissy who blinded you on the spot." ”

The white-clothed immortal is the most taboo in his life for others to make him a "sissy", especially under the wide "public" in the hall, his immortal dignity was immediately destroyed by Sun Changkong's ridicule, and if he could, he could even torture the other party immediately!

"Boy, do you know that what you just said is enough for you to die a hundred times?" the white-clothed immortal suddenly said in a gloomy tone.

"Hehe, just because you want to kill me?" Sun Changkong said with disdain.

"You've lived enough. ”

After saying this, although the white-clothed immortal was reluctant in his heart, he couldn't take care of it much at this time, especially in this difficult situation, and he was not allowed to hesitate too much. In the blink of an eye, his body suddenly swelled by as much as four or five times, and it was still growing, which was really shocking. In Sun Changkong's view, is the other party going to support himself to death?

However, just when Sun Changkong didn't know what to do, the royal Daoist on the ground suddenly exclaimed: "Hurry, run! The breath in this person's body is undergoing earth-shaking changes." Before he can make the trip, you run!"

Although he didn't know that the other party had judged the drastic changes in the body of the white-clothed immortal, Sun Changkong did not choose to run away on his own at the first time, he put his hand on the other party's body and said sharply: "No, we have to go together!"

At this time, Wang Daoren did not scold his stubborn disciple, but said with a smile on his face: "Changkong, you go! I want to stay here and fight to the death with his gang, you still have what you have to do, you can't die here!"

By the time of the last few words, Wang Daoren's voice was already very far away, and Sun Changkong suddenly realized that his body was speeding backwards, and it was completely out of control.

"Master!"

The two words that Sun Changkong shouted with tears were like a withered leaf in a cold wind drifting into the body of the king. The latter did not show the slightest reluctance, but was full of spring breeze, and he didn't look seriously injured at all.

"Now, the countdown to my life is about to begin. ”