Three figures ran towards Beidou from different directions, punching, palming or kicking, each showing off their magical skills and attacking Beidou fiercely.
These three figures with astonishing momentum were none other than Master Ning and Master Ran from the "Wen Dao Academy", and Zhong Wen's "uncle", Elder Qi Xuan from the "Lingxiao Holy Land".
The three of them all have top-notch cultivation levels at the level of Taoist Spirit Masters. Their spiritual power is rich and pure, and their moves are extremely powerful. It is said that they would never use the crowd to bully the small, or use the big to bully the small.
It is true that Beidou's previous performance was too amazing, and the strength he displayed was too terrifying, which aroused great vigilance in the major holy places.
The place that can best cultivate a person's will and weaken a person's demeanor is undoubtedly the battlefield.
Seeing that Old Master Ning and others were about to hit their target with their fierce killing moves, Beidou didn't show any panic on his face. He just smiled and softly uttered four words: "It's so close to the end of the world!"
As he spoke a word, the three elders suddenly felt their bodies stagnate, and then there seemed to be an unimaginable huge repulsive force coming towards them. Their whole bodies seemed to have been discharged from a cannonball, and they flew backwards involuntarily. The speed was so fast that they almost It cannot be captured with the naked eye.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Master Ning and Master Ran flew far away, knocking over many chariots and knocking down many soldiers. They finally stopped and suffered a bruise and a swollen face.
"Speechless love!"
Qi Xuan was not as embarrassed as the other two. He was seen in the air, shouting loudly, making claws with his hands, and shooting out two groups of pink gelatinous light from his left and right palms, which were as sticky as chewing gum. on the ground.
The stickiness of these two pink auras was extremely amazing, and they easily stopped Qi Xuan's retreat.
"good!"
A hint of surprise flashed across Beidou's golden pupils, and then he smiled slightly, making a casual comment like an elder facing a junior, and then with a sway of his feet, he appeared in front of Qi Xuan for some reason.
Qi Xuan's expression changed, and he quickly kicked his feet, trying to distance himself from him.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Beidou had a fascinated smile on his face, and suddenly slowly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the air in the direction of Qi Xuan's retreat, and softly uttered four words, "The end of the world is so close! "
Qi Xuan was sluggish, feeling an incomparable force grabbing him tightly and pulling him in the direction of Beidou.
With his level of cultivation as a Taoist Spirit Master, he was unable to resist the pull of this vast aura, and flew towards the white-haired young man involuntarily, as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning.
"boom!"
Beidou moved like lightning and grabbed Qi Xuan's throat. The smile on his face was slightly ferocious, with a hint of curiosity and covetousness. "The 'Silent Love' move just now was somewhat interesting. It didn't look like a spiritual skill. Could it be?" Is this your path?"
"you you……"
As his fingers gradually tightened, Qi Xuan found it difficult to breathe and his face turned blue. He wanted to open his mouth to curse, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
"Don't hurt my master!"
A soft and beautiful female voice suddenly reached the ears of the two of them, followed by a sharp and sharp blade.
It turned out that when Ji Weizhu saw that Qi Xuan was about to die at the hands of Beidou, he was so anxious that he no longer cared about the strength gap between the two sides and stabbed the white-haired young man with his sword.
"Heaven wheel?"
Sensing the cultivation level of the incoming person, Beidou had a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't help but turn his head and glance at it. His golden eyes were shining brightly, and he shouted softly, "Sleepy!"
Ji Weizhu, who was attacking with his sword, felt his head go dizzy, his delicate body felt heavy, and he froze in place for a moment, unable to move.
"It's a pity that I have a pretty face but not a very good brain."
Seeing the appearance of this silver-clad beauty, Beidou couldn't help but mockingly said, "A mere Heavenly Wheel dares to intervene in the fight between the spirits. Isn't it because he thinks his life is too long?"
"Let, let him go!"
Seeing Qi Xuan's complexion getting bluer and greener, even faintly purple, and the light in his eyes gradually weakening, Ji Weizhu was anxious, but unable to move, so he had to shout sternly, "Otherwise I will never let you go!"
"Do you still have time to care about others now?" Beidou sneered, slowly raised his left arm, bent his index finger, and gently flicked a strong wind towards her, "Since you want to save him so much, why don't you talk to him over there? Let's go down together, it's good to have someone to keep us company on the road to Huangquan."
Before he made a move, Ji Weizhu felt an extremely fierce aura coming towards him. All the bones in his body were compressed so hard that they creaked. His chest felt tight and it became very difficult to breathe.
Are you about to die?
I'm sorry, Master, I can't save Master, and I can no longer fulfill my filial piety to you!
Ji Weizhu knew that she was going to die, and her heart felt dark.
It's a pity that I can't see my junior brother again before he dies!
I wonder if he has the purse I gave him with him?
The end of his life was coming, but for some reason Zhong Wen's handsome and smiling face appeared in Ji Weizhu's mind.
"boom!"
A crisp voice sounded in front of him, and Ji Weizhu, who thought he was certain to die, did not feel the slightest pain.
The little junior brother who originally existed in his mind, somehow, actually appeared in front of him.
With a delicate face, simple white clothes, and a gentle smile with a hint of cynicism, who else could it be if it wasn't Zhong Wen?
At this time, the young man in white stood tall and straight, standing firmly in front of Ji Weizhu. He exuded a soul-stirring terrifying pressure, and there was a shadow of a divine dragon circling and roaring under his feet.
His hands hung by his sides, and he stood quietly, neither attacking nor defending, just letting Beidou's powerful force hit his chest.
After enduring such an earth-shattering blow, his face remained calm, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and even his smile did not change at all, as if he had not been hurt at all.
He was like a majestic and invincible god of war. Just standing there gave people an endless sense of security.
The moment he appeared, Shangguan Junyi, Hualu, Yin Ning'er and others all looked happy. Only Shangguan Mingyue's delicate body trembled, her face turned pale, and her eyes flashed with a complicated light.
"Little junior brother!"
Ji Weizhu was overjoyed at first, and then warned nervously, "Be careful, this person's strength is amazing, and several Holy Land elders have been injured in his hands."
"Don't worry." Zhong Wen turned to smile at him and replied lightly, "No one in this world can hurt me anymore."
Looking at the confident and determined look on his face, Ji Weizhu's pink face was slightly red, her heart was beating wildly, her pretty face felt inexplicably hot, her lips were slightly open, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Wait a moment." Zhong Wen said again, "After I save my uncle, I will come and talk to my senior sister."
After saying that, he turned to look at Beidou, with endless fighting intent in his eyes.
"As expected, you're here." A strange look flashed in Beidou's eyes, and he smiled lightly, but did not let go of Qi Xuan's right hand.
"You seemed very arrogant when I was away." Zhong Wen grinned and nuzzled his lips towards where Qi Xuan was, "I wonder if you can let my uncle go?"
"He is your uncle?" Beidou laughed, "Isn't that a very good hostage? Why should I let him go?"
"This is not a request." Zhong Wen's pupils suddenly dilated, his whole person's aura surged, and a mysterious and mysterious aura spread from him, quickly filling the surroundings, "You have to let it go even if you don't want to!"
At this moment, the eyes of all enemies within a fifty-foot radius were focused on him.
Whether they are cultivators from the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion", or secular warriors from the Land of Chaos, the Fulong Empire, the Jingyu Empire, and the Chi Clan, all cultivators standing on the opposite side of the coalition looked at Zhong Wen's There was deep disgust and rejection in his eyes, as if he hated the young man in white in front of him from the bottom of his heart.
Tihua Show!
A magical skill that can drive enemies and women crazy at the same time!
At this moment, Beidou unconsciously released his right hand from Qi Xuan's neck, instinctively directed a sharp finger at Zhong Wen, and shouted softly: "Within a snap of your fingers!"
Almost at the same time, the seven dark spirit ghost attendants, more than 20 white-haired puppets and many other cultivators around him used their spiritual skills to hit Zhong Wen head and face. They were merciless and vowed to bury the boy in white here.
Countless transformed spiritual powers flew in the air, with colorful colors and different shapes, and soon completely engulfed Zhong Wen.
The area where he was standing was filled with sand and gravel, filled with dust and smoke, and turned into a mist.
However, these visual barriers are no obstacle to Beidou, who has golden double channels.
How can it be!
After seeing through the scene in the mist, Beidou finally showed a look of shock on his face, almost unable to believe his eyes.
