Xingtian's mountain-like body shook for a moment, and the big mouth at the navel oozed blood. How can the stick of the Tiger Daoist be so easy to suffer.

The Tiger Daoist himself was born with divine power, and later he practiced the power of pulling out the mountain, and his strength was even higher. Pull eight horses horizontally, pull nine oxen back, stand on the fist, and run the horse with the arms. It's like him.

And the iron rod in his palm is even more remarkable, which his master spent 30 years to build for him with his own hands, and later perfected it by him himself.

The whole iron rod is made of black iron, one foot and three feet long, with a thick child's arm and a weight of 100 catties. There are 365 runes of different sizes carved on it, making this iron rod possess all kinds of incredible power, making it as light as a feather in the hands of the Tiger Daoist, but it is as heavy as a thousand pounds when it falls on others. Not only that, this iron rod can also split feng shui, thunder and lightning, which has the effect of dispersing demonic energy and suppressing evil spirits.

Xing Tian was hit with a blow, and suddenly his tendons were broken and fractured, his shoulders were sunken, his demonic spirit collapsed, and his anger was suppressed. Scarlet eyes, blood and tears flowed red. The mountain-like body, after shaking for a while, froze on the spot.

And at this time, Ghost Cry rushed out again.

With a knife, the heavy rain curtain was split in two.

The dazzling light of the fire, spreading out to the sides, like a pair of outstretched wings. A large area of boiling water vapor spread, and in the white expanse, the sound and shadow of the ghost crying flashed.

This knife is like a phoenix bathed in fire. The crimson tip of the knife was like the sharp beak of a phoenix, and it sent out a fatal peck.

Seeing it, this knife hit Xingtian's left eye. At the critical moment, Xingtian's body shook slightly.

Poof!

Red knives into the flesh.

The green tendons on the forehead and neck of the ghost cry burst out, like earthworms squirming on the body. His muscles tightened, and the originally injured tiger's mouth cracked again, and the whole person pushed forward with a long knife.

However, with the height problem, Ghost Cry is in mid-air. At the same time, the solidity of Xingtian's body is far beyond the imagination of the ghost crying. Even if the demonic energy is dispersed, there is no bonus of demonic energy in a short period of time, and the defense is greatly reduced. But his muscles are still hard and scary.

Devil Cry felt that his knife was not stabbed in the flesh, but in the stone. Moreover, it is also a pebble by the river.

What's even more terrifying is that because Xingtian shook his body slightly, the long knife didn't pierce much, and it was blocked by bones.

Suddenly, the wound on Ghost Cry's body burst again.

Xingtian opened his bloody mouth, and the demonic qi that had been temporarily dispersed was condensed by him again, and a roar shocked the mountains and rivers, and the demonic qi like a substance erupted from his mouth, rolling up a churning wave of qi and flying the ghost cry out at once.

Bang!

The ghost cried and smashed into the mud, then bounced up again, fell, and rolled in the mud for more than a kilometer before it stopped.

He had fallen into a semi-comatose state, and his whole body was muddy, except for muddy water, which was gurgling blood and water gushing out. The long knife in his hand doesn't know where he was thrown to.

Click!

The dazzling white light smashed into the dirt, and in an instant, the surrounding area was full of daylight. Xingtian's tall body took a step forward and then half-knelt down, using an axe and shield to support his body to prevent it from falling.

On his shoulder, the originally terrifying depression was accompanied by a tingling friction sound, which puffed up little by little and returned to its original state.

Boom!

An iron rod was inserted in the soil, a pair of big hands, holding the iron rod tightly, accompanied by a heavy thunderous breath, the tall body of the Tiger Daoist slowly stood up.

Call!

Xingtian's blood basin was in a big mouth, spitting out white turbidity. With a muffled snort, he also stood up.

With their eyes facing each other, both sides opened their legs at the same time and strode towards each other.

Iron rods, axes and shields, the two giants fought together, and a piercing roar continued to come out, and the churning waves of air stirred the heavens and the earth.

On the muddy ground, an inconspicuous little thing squirmed slightly, and dragged it to Devil Cry with a long knife. In a daze, Ghost Cry instinctively grabbed the long knife.

The bell groaned softly, as if to call.

However, the sound was so faint that it was drowned out by the sound of wind and rain before it could be heard half a step.

A small strip of cloth wrapped around Devil Cry's hand, dragging him away from the battlefield. In the mud, a long trail was left behind, which was soon flooded by wind and rain......

Bang!

The earth shook violently, and the muddy water formed a splash that was a foot high.

An iron rod of shining golden talismans spun and flew out, plunging into the mud three feet away. The golden sigil flickered with a flicker of struggle at the end, and went out.

It's been almost an hour since the first encounter.

Ghost Cry was seriously injured, lying in the mud and washed by the muddy water, but the injury became more and more serious, and he fell into a complete coma from half asleep.

And the Tiger Daoist, relying on copper skin and iron bones, as well as more flexible skills, desperately fought with Xingtian, but was knocked away again and again, and his body was twisted into a distorted shape. Now he has finally reached his limit, and he was chopped to the ground by Xingtian's axe.

The axe is embedded in the body of the Tiger Daoist. The wound was like a broken water pipe, and the blood could not stop spurting out.

Xingtian threw down the broken shield, dragged the axe, and dragged the axe out of the wound, and the body of the Tiger Daoist was lifted and fell, convulsions in pain.

Xing Tian held the battle axe in both hands, slowly picked it up, and held it high above his head.

At this moment, the sound of neat metal colliding, penetrating the heavy rain curtain, penetrating the whirring wind, penetrating the rolling thunder, reached here.

Time pulls back......

"Finally, it's here. A mile away, the middle-aged Taoist exhaled a breath of turbidity, and a young Taoist priest's face was like gold paper, crumbling.

And Manjusri Mountain father and son had been swept away by the heavy rain a quarter of an hour ago and disappeared without a trace. It's close enough, and it doesn't matter if there's them or not.

The old Qin army armor soldier stood upright, constantly flapping his shield armor. In the neat roar, not only the raging demonic qi was dispersed, but also some of the evil qi hovering in the sky.

Demon spirit and anger are not allowed to get close to the sound of the will of the old Qin army, which is deeply implemented.

The eldest prince came to the old Taoist priest's side, his face was heavy: "Dao Chief, such a heavy rain, I'm afraid that our combat strength will not be able to exert one-twelfth of it." ”

With such rain, it is already the limit for them to be able to get here, and it is simply unrealistic to fight.

"It's okay, it's all over to the old way. ”

The middle-aged Taoist's face was swollen red for a while, and he suddenly pulled out the wooden sword behind his back, spewed out a mouthful of blood, pulled out a yellow talisman, stuck it on the wooden sword, and said "urgent", and the wooden sword turned into a white light and rushed into the sky.

Suddenly, the clouds thinned out a little, and a bright light came out of them. And the rain, although still pouring down, is much lighter, and it is within their acceptable range.

After doing all this, the middle-aged Taoist was also shaky, and he forcibly pulled out a gourd: "One for each person, give it to the soldiers, you only have two quarters of an hour, and when the two quarters of an hour arrives, the Dao method of the poor Dao will fail, and the toxicity of the pill will also explode, and all the soldiers who have eaten the pill will be powerless to fight again." ”

These armorers, although still tall as pine. However, the middle-aged Daoist knew that most of their strength had been consumed. It's amazing to be here. If you continue to fight, I'm afraid there will only be one charge left.

The eldest prince nodded, poured out one, swallowed it himself, and then handed the gourd to a ten-man general, who distributed it.