"Kun Jia!"
When he could clearly see the person behind him, Duan Pofeng's eyes widened and his expression changed again.
Yagamijia was so famous that after he conquered the Southern Border Royal Court, he went to observe it in person, so he naturally recognized what he saw in front of him at a glance.
However, when I saw it in the secret room before, Kun Jia was cold and dead, with weak aura, and was far less powerful and terrifying than it is now.
"The remnants of the Meng family!"
Immediately, Duan Pofeng immediately retreated without hesitation, and the giant ax transformed from his arm exploded with a bang.
The exploded fragments were like thousands of arrows, all shot towards Kun Jia.
It is true that Kunjia is a dead thing, but he is indeed a saint. And if Kunjia comes, other Yagamijia may also come.
He might be able to cope with one divine armor, but if there were two or three, he would definitely die.
Therefore, he could not fall into a situation of double attack, so he decisively chose to retreat.
Duan Pofeng's reaction could not be said to be unpleasant, nor was it not decisive, but he was fast, and Kun Jia in front of him was not slow either.
Kun Jia turned a blind eye to the bone fragments that were shooting at him, and those things fell on Kun Jia's body, making a clanking sound.
Then, Kun Jia took a step forward, shrunk to an inch, and within a blink of an eye, he was in front of Duan Pofeng and punched out.
As he punched out, the ground cracked open, earth and rocks flew up, gathered, and turned into a black and yellow flying dragon.
When dragons fight in the wild, their blood is black and yellow.
Duan Pofeng was unable to dodge and was directly hit by the black and yellow flying dragon and flew backwards.
When Duan Pofeng was flying upside down, he saw Kun Jia clenching his fists with both hands and beating them on the ground.
The next moment, countless soil cones emerged from the ground, and within a radius of tens of feet, the soil cones were like a forest.
Hundreds of barbarian soldiers who were killing each other were pierced by the earth cone without warning.
Not only that, those soil cones are still spreading in all directions, leaving corpses everywhere in their path.
"Damn..."
Seeing this, Duan Pofeng was furious. Those earth cones could not cause any harm to him, and even if the Zhuman army formed a military formation, they would not be afraid.
However, most of the barbarian army lost their minds and killed each other. They were unable to form a military formation and naturally had no way to resist.
Obviously, the strange blood in the Zhuman Army's body backfired, and his mind was lost. It was also the remnant of the Meng family who controlled Kun Jia.
Without thinking too much, Duan Pofeng roared, stabilized his body, turned around and rushed towards Kun Jia. Kun Jia has the strength of a saint, but the Zhuman Army is currently unable to form an effective military formation. Against Kun Jia, it is like hitting a stone with an egg, so if he is not stopped, the Zhuman Army will inevitably suffer heavy losses.
In the process of rushing, Duan Pofeng's body grew taller and larger, and his flesh and blood were like clothes. He was bursting open, revealing a nine-foot-tall white-bone giant.
The next moment, the white bone giant's body was ignited with white flames. The flames were not scorching, but rather sinister and evil.
Then, where the flames spread, the flesh and blood of those who were stabbed to death by the earth cone melted away, leaving only white bones. Then those bones were like a tide, rushing towards the white bone giant, converging into the white bone giant's body, and condensing into white bone armor. Gathered into bones and axes.
Duan Pofeng has almost cultivated the Bone Rakshasa bloodline in his body to the extreme. Like the real Bone Rakshasa, he mainly uses bones and abandons the flesh and skin, and can control all the bones in the world for his own use.
Seeing Duan Pofeng running towards him, Kun Jia thrust his hands into the ground and pushed forward.
The earth is like cloth, which is being lifted up like wind and river tide.
Duan Pofeng held a huge ax and struck it down with one strike.
The earth and river tide were split into two halves by an axe.
Then, the ax collided with the fist held out by Kun Jia.
Amidst the roar, Kun Jia was struck into the ground by an axe, and Duan Pofeng staggered back. As he retreated, the big ax in Duan Pofeng's hand turned into powder, and the white bone armor on his body shattered.
However, an endless stream of bones gathered into his body to make up for the damaged bone armor.
This is the terrifying thing about the White Bone Rakshasa bloodline.
"Boom"
At this time, the ground behind Duan Pofeng exploded, and Kun Jia jumped out and punched Duan Pofeng in the back.
When the punch comes out, the earth harmonizes and the mountains and rivers follow.
Duan Pofeng's head turned 180 degrees, and an arm regenerated in the center of his back. Three arms and three hands, each holding a big axe. The big ax struck down with three moves: killing gods, killing Buddhas, and destroying immortals.
Three moves are launched together, three axes are dropped together, causing chaos in the world, killing immortals and destroying Buddhas.
"Boom..."
This time, Kun Jia retreated a hundred feet, and Duan Po Feng's bones were scattered in all directions.
The next moment, Kun Jia rushed in from a distance, his steps were as heavy as a mountain, the ground shook, and everyone along the way would die or be broken if he touched it.
The white bones scattered everywhere, like running water, condensed into thirty-six white-bone people.
Those white bones are almost the same as the white bone giants that Duan Pofeng transformed into before, but they are several times smaller. Even though they were several times smaller, the thirty-six skeletons all had evil auras and were no less powerful than real people.
Immediately, thirty-six skeleton men rushed forward and fought with Kun Jia.
Although Kun Jia has the power of a saint and is terrifyingly powerful, Duan Pofeng is no match for him, but with the powerful vitality and strange characteristics of the Bone Rakshasa bloodline, he can fight Kun Jia back and forth.
However, Duan Pofeng knew that this was only temporary, and over time, he would definitely die.
Previously, he thought that a Kunjia, even though it had the power of a saint, was nothing more than a dead thing, but with his strength, he could handle it.
But when they started fighting, he realized that he was completely wrong. Although Kunjia was a dead creature, it had the ability to control the earth. It was extremely powerful, extremely tough, and difficult to damage. With his strength, he was no match for him.
The only thing he can do now is to drag Kou Pingshan back. With Kou Pingshan's semi-saint strength and the natural disaster-level crafty weapon, he is enough to deal with Kun Jia.
But, can Kou Pingshan come back in time?
…
Yes, it is indeed difficult for Kou Pingshan to get back in time.
Because he was lost.
Yes, lost.
It sounds incredible, but Kou Pingshan is indeed lost now.
Kou Pingshan is very angry and anxious now.
Angry because he was a semi-saint, an evil-suppressing white tiger who could see thousands of miles and listen to all things, but he couldn't get out of this forest.
He was anxious because he could clearly hear the sounds of fighting and killing in the distance, but he couldn't go over to help.
The woods were obviously not big, and Guanyin was close at hand, but he just couldn't get out of the woods and find where the army was. It was extremely strange.
It was like he and Dajun were in two worlds.
"Whoever dares to plot against me, get out of here..."
Kou Pingshan's eyes were ferocious, and he was holding a golden halberd and waving it wantonly.
Every swing was so majestic that the sky and the earth split open, the trees within a radius of dozens of feet were shattered by the force, and the fog was dispersed.
"Get out of here and have a fair fight with me..."
Kou Pingshan roared wantonly, his eyes were red, destroying everything around him, but even so, it was of no avail.
Wan Pojiang and others were also scattered around, searching everywhere, trying to find any loopholes and leave this place, but they also found no clues.
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