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Heiman blocked Mu Sanhuai's Xuanming palm, and was directly blasted out, cracking in many places all over his body, covered with a layer of weird ice crystals, and constantly penetrating into its body, making Deheiman's breath continue to decline, and even it could no longer maintain its transformation state, turning into a small black snake and falling to the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Due to the severity of his injuries, Heiman could hardly fly back to Ling Hantian's sleeve, lying on the ground and unable to move.

As for Ling Hantian, he cast the Infernal Killing Dao, and the powerful energy output caused a backlash to his body, his whole body cracked, and the seven orifices spilled blood, and he also fell to the ground like a fallen leaf, and the black blade of the war knife was taken off.

Mu Sanhuai was bombarded by the Infernal Killing Dao, like a kite with a broken line, after breaking several ancient trees, he sprayed a mouthful of blood, and his breath fell to the ground with a sluggish breath.

Mu Sanhuai's eyes overflowed with blood, and the power of the Infernal Killing Dao continued to destroy the vitality in his body, making his face pale and completely bloodless.

I have to say that Mu Sanhuai is terrible, after being hit by the Infernal Killing Dao, he still didn't die, but he was extremely seriously injured, and he still had a breath.

The three of them lost the strength to fight again, and it became a lose-lose situation.

"Ahem.."

Mu Sanhuai coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was even mixed with crumbs of internal organs, but the king's life was extremely strong, even if the heart was taken out, he would not die immediately.

"Ben, this king, I didn't expect to be hurt by ants like this"

Mu Sanhuai's eyes were dripping blood, like a Shura, looking at Ling Hantian who was struggling to sit up from the ground, he still couldn't imagine that an ant in the Nirvana realm could hurt him to such an extent.

This is simply an event that goes beyond common sense and subverts the perception of martial arts.

If this matter is known to outsiders, I am afraid that this matter will be listed as a miracle of the ages and written on the historical classics, but he Mu Sanhuai has become a tragic and shameful figure, and will be nailed to the shame frame of history forever.

Mu Sanhuai was extremely unwilling, but he couldn't do anything at the moment, and it was difficult to even roar loudly, let alone kill people.

He has fallen from the altar and is no longer a king who can judge life and death in one word.

"Cough, Mu, the king of Mu Wangfu, you keep saying that I am an ant, and now you are dying of being hit hard by my ant, then what are you as a king, and are you not as good as an ant?!"

Ling Hantian's words hit Mu Sanhuai's heart, especially the sentence 'What are you as a king, are you not as good as an ant?', as well as the endless ridicule on Ling Hantian's face, Mu Sanhuai's three corpse gods were so angry that they spewed a mouthful of old blood, and their breath became more and more sluggish!

Seeing this, Ling Hantian sneered, struggled to sit up from the ground, took out a handful of healing pills from the Sumeru ring, and swallowed it without capital.

"Boy, I don't believe you can do it! My people from Muwangfu are outside, and you are dead. ”

Mu Sanhuai didn't believe that Ling Hantian would be injured less than him, he had no combat power now, if Ling Hantian was still able to make a move, then he would rather die headfirst than face such a situation.

This almost means that he Mu Sanhuai has become the first king to be killed by a Nirvana Realm martial artist since ancient times, which is simply a great shame, and it will even make the palace bear the name of humiliation.

"Mu Lao Gou, there are too many impossible things, you will die today!"

Ling Hantian worked hard to refine the healing elixir, and at the same time, the terrifying recovery power of his body was also highlighted, and the cracked wound on the surface of his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that Ling Hantian's injuries were recovering rapidly, Mu Sanhuai's eyes revealed disbelief, and in the end, his eyes showed a look of despair.

He also wanted to recover, but his injuries were too severe, and ordinary healing pills were useless, and he felt that Ling Hantian's injuries were recovering faster and faster, which almost made him feel desperate.

"I, the king of the generation of Mu Sanhuai, how can I be willing to be killed by you as an ant!"

Mu Sanhuai's face was hideous, looking up at the sky, revealing an extremely unwilling color, since he became the king, he never thought that there would be such a day, and he never thought that one day, he Mu Sanhuai would fall in such a humiliating way.

This is simply a death of eternal humiliation.

However, at this moment, outside the blurry secluded forest, a noisy sound came, and then there was a warrior with a cockscomb head, trembling his body, and touched the mystical secluded forest.

It turned out to be the grass chicken brother of the Skull Club, and this guy actually chased after him!

"Huh?!"

The cockscomb head suddenly found that Ling Hantian, who was working hard to heal his wounds, was startled at first, and then there was excitement on his face, but he didn't dare to be careless, his eyes swept over the audience, and he found Mu Sanhuai.

Although Mu Sanhuai is now seriously injured and dying, the power of the king still exists.

The moment he saw Mu Sanhuai, the cockscomb head was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, but he reacted instantly and found that Mu Sanhuai's breath was too sluggish.

The cockscomb looked at the situation on the battlefield again, and it was obvious that there was a big battle here, and there seemed to be a scene of fishing mussels fighting and fishermen profiting in front of him.

"Ahaha, ahaha, my grass chicken brother is lucky today, lucky."

The cockscomb head laughed wildly, pulled out the machete directly from behind his back, and slowly walked towards Ling Hantian.

Although the cockscomb head was very strange how Ling Hantian could beat the king to death, but at this moment, the cockscomb head still took care of so much, he now regarded himself as a fisherman, as long as the result of these two people, he would be developed.

As long as he finds a place to hide at the edge of the misty secluded forest, and digests the treasures of Ling Hantian and the king, he grass chicken is not a minute to leap into the dragon gate, and at that time, what kind of scar master, grass, must not kneel down and add his grass chicken toes.

Thinking of this, the depression of being forced into the misty forest by Scar Ye before was suddenly swept away.

"Haha, beard, grass, weren't you arrogant before, you dared to smash your grass chicken brother into a dead dog, I'm bah, see if Lao Tzu doesn't die today!"

The cockscomb head came not far in front of Ling Hantian with a machete, and he even made a few gestures with the machete, as if he was testing Ling Hantian and making sure that Ling Hantian had indeed lost his combat effectiveness now.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the cockscomb head, and it suddenly burst out, slashing at Ling Hantian's head.

I have to say that none of the people who can mix in the fallen city are good stubble, and they are all ruthless.

Seeing the cockscomb head slash at Ling Hantian, Mu Sanhuai's eyes showed a happy smile.

Mu Sanhuai saw that someone had killed Ling Hantian for him, and a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face, this ant could not escape death in the end!

However, Mu Sanhuai's smile froze in an instant, and his eyelids jumped suddenly, as if a touch of golden light flashed.

The next moment, Mu Sanhuai saw that the cockscomb head was paralyzed on the ground as if someone had removed its spine, but it turned into a pile of white bones in a snap of his fingers.

This, Mu Sanhuai gasped, what is the situation? Even with his kingly knowledge, he had never seen such a terrifying thing!

In the next second, Mu Sanhuai's cold hair exploded, and instinctively, he felt the fatal, the chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the killing machine of death enveloped him.