"That's right! In front of us monks, you mortal warriors can only grovel and beg for mercy! Looking at Xu Wenchuan, who was kneeling on one knee, Ping Feipeng's face was full of smug and swaggering smiles.

"CAO your uncle!" It was the first time in Xu Wenchuan's life that he had been insulted like this, and as soon as Ping Feipeng's words fell, he was covered up by the anger that spread all over the world.

Gritting his teeth and scolding, Xu Wenchuan trembled as if he was carrying a burden of tens of millions of jun, struggling to stand up. The beads of sweat that were already dense gathered into a stream at this time, and kept flowing down the cheeks.

"Hey...... You'd better be honest and on your knees! ”

After all his efforts, Xu Wenchuan finally lifted his knees off the ground, although it was only a few inches, but Xu Wenchuan was no longer kneeling after all. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ping Feipeng suddenly sneered and said, and at the same time, the palm of his hand pressed slightly, and the silence Moro did the same, and in the blink of an eye, the pressure on Xu Wenchuan increased by more than three percent.

Poof!

Xu Wenchuan's knees, which had just lifted off the ground, immediately pressed heavily on the ground again. At the same time, a bloody arrow shot out of his mouth.

"I didn't let you get up, did you get up?"

"You!" Xu Wenchuan held his head high and glared at Ping Feipeng angrily, it was the first time in his life that he hated someone so much. I really can't wait to eat its flesh and sleep its skin!

"Xu Wenchuan, I'm here to help you!" The cold frost on the side can't stand it anymore. With a low roar, he stretched out his palm, wanting to share some of the pressure Xu Wenchuan was under.

Seeing this, Ping Feipeng sneered, "Leng Shuangrong, you yourself are all mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, you can't protect yourself, and you still have the heart to share it for others?" ”

Leng Shuang Rong snorted, didn't speak, and kept urging the true qi in her body, transferring the pressure Xu Wenchuan was on herself. Xu Wenchuan suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and glanced at Leng Shuangrong with gratitude. Even if they are all dead, standing and kneeling, they are not the same, Xu Wenchuan values this very much!

"How can this be true? Kneel down for both of you! ”

Seeing that Xu Wenchuan actually stood up with the help of Leng Shuangrong, Pingfei was furious. With a roar coming from his mouth, Moro, who looked like a small mountain, took a small step forward. Although it is only a small step and inconspicuous, the changes that can be caused can be described as 'earth-shaking'.

Patches of silver light suddenly erupted, Dao Qi spread, and the pressure on Leng Shuang Rong and Xu Wenchuan suddenly doubled. The bodies of the two of them shook and trembled almost at the same time, especially a pair of legs, as if they were bearing the force of Wan Jun, bending more and more.

"Old bastard, you want us to kneel in front of you and dream!" Xu Wenchuan clenched his teeth, and a trace of blood oozed from between his teeth, and his expression looked tragic!

At this time, the cold frost Rong is not much better than Xu Wenchuan! Under Ping Feipeng's absolute strength, although Leng Shuangrong's cultivation was so much higher than Xu Wenchuan's, it was still negligible.

"Dreaming!? You mortal ants, trying in vain to defeat my Daomen monks, that's a dream! Don't you kneel, this seat wants you to kneel here until the moment of death! ”

The mournful and gloomy roar of Ping Feipeng echoed in his ears, and Xu Wenchuan's face was not afraid of cold frost, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a reassuring smile. No matter what happens to them in the end, as long as Ping Feipeng compares with them, the attention will no longer focus on Wan Dong, and Wan Dong will be safe for the time being. And this is exactly the real purpose of the two, as for their own safety, they have long been thrown out of the clouds.

Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan's plan succeeded, and Ping Feipeng, with a fierce face, poured all his anger on them, and he seemed to have forgotten about Wan Dong.

Wan Dong temporarily won time, but the situation of Leng Shuang Rong and Xu Wenchuan was becoming more and more difficult every moment. In order to force them to kneel on the ground, Ping Feipeng used almost all of his Dao Qi.

Within a radius of several miles, they were all covered by a thick Dao aura, and they simply formed an independent world realm dominated by Ping Feipeng. Everything in this world, even the wind, is controlled by Ping Feipeng, constantly putting pressure on Leng Shuang Rong and Xu Wenchuan.

The feeling of being abandoned and hostile by the whole world is like a tree that has no roots, nowhere to settle, nowhere to enter, this kind of pain is indescribable.

Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan have already reached their limit, and the reason why the two of them can still support themselves is because of their steely will, and even the burning of life. Blood kept flowing down the corners of the mouths of the two, surging like a spring, and the faces of the two were paler and paler every moment! No one knows when the two of them will suddenly fall, even if it is themselves.

This battle was so tragic that it was completely beyond the imagination of Wu Qiujun and Leng Yuecui. Looking at Leng Shuangrong and Xu Wenchuan, who were gritting their teeth and struggling to support, Wang Yangde couldn't stand it anymore and watched it like this, roared lowly, and was about to rush forward with his legs.

Wu Qiujun hurriedly dragged him and said in a deep voice, "Don't be impulsive!" With your cultivation, rush forward, I'm afraid that you can only send you to death, and you won't be able to help anything! ”

"That'...... They can't just watch from scratch, they need our help! Wang Yangde was anxious and yelled at Wu Qiujun.

Wu Qiujun nodded and said, "You're right!" Therefore, Yaoting can only be handed over to a few of you juniors. ”

"Ahh Master, do you want to do it yourself? How can this work, you are still injured! When Duan Lengyan heard this, she became anxious.

Wu Qiujun smiled at her and said, "I'm injured, but I'm better than you juniors, right?" I'm more useful than you! ”

"Master......" Duan Lengyan muttered, not knowing what to say.

"Old crumb! Hugh has no one in his sights! Wu Qiujun no longer gave Wang Yangde a chance to speak, and with a tiger roar, the whole person jumped up and rushed towards Ping Feipeng.

"Hah! Here comes another one who doesn't know whether to live or die! ”

Ping Feipeng glanced at Wu Qiujun, his expression was contemptuous, he didn't take him seriously at all, waved his hand, and a stream of silver light immediately crashed into him in the air.

When Wu Qiujun saw the present, he naturally knew how powerful Ping Feipeng was in Dao, and his expression followed closely, not daring to be the slightest slack, and he hurriedly urged all the true qi in his body, turned into a spear-like qi, and spun towards the silver light.

Even though Wu Qiujun had already been mentally prepared and had taken his cultivation to the extreme, he was still hard to beat Ping Feipeng's toughness. Almost as soon as the spear's energy came into contact with the silver light, it collapsed, turned into a trace of ethereal smoke, and disappeared between heaven and earth, and soon there was almost no trace of it......