Chapter 845

At this time, Zhao Yuande has also made hands with Zhu Linwei.

They ferociously rushed over. They didn't seem to pay much attention to Zhao Yuande. Although Zhao Yuande was gifted, his realm was too low. Even if his body was strong, it couldn't make up for the gap above the realm.

What's more, the two joined hands. When they wanted to come, they should hit it hard in one round, followed by a clean cut, and then go to help Zhou Ping block Dong Guofu.

Next, the immortal envoy should come and stop the battle.

Although they killed Zhao Yuande, with their qualifications and influence, immortal envoy should know the choice. It will certainly turn big and small, and it will pass like this.

Their idea is quite perfect, but the reality is extremely cruel.

Before Zhu Linwei's fist fell, the terrible momentum was still accumulating. Only a scream came. Luo Chengkun's sword arm seemed to have been cut by an invisible blade, and even half of his shoulders fell directly to the ground.

"Hey, hey! Neither of you can escape today!" Zhao Yuande cut his fingers and succeeded at once, with a ferocious smile on his mouth.

The immortal tree behind him reappeared. In only one thousandth of an instant, the whole tree broke through the hall. Countless thick roots ran around the ground like python, and vines wrapped around the whole hall.

Zhao Yuande seemed to be a tree god and looked at them indifferently.

At this time, the two people had a feeling that they were like two mice watched by the cat. A terrible smell that made their fur explode spread all over their body and made them dare not move.

Luo Chengkun lost an arm at this time, but he didn't give up directly. As long as he survived, one arm could recover soon.

"You forced me, star flame! Burn him to death!" a little orange flame flew out of his body and shot at the immortal tree behind Zhao Yuande.

Although the orange flame is small and only the size of a thumb, it gives Zhao Yuande a very strong sense of crisis. He even feels that the orange flame can endanger his life.

He was about to summon the green lotus child in his body to devour the orange flame.

A faint sigh rang in his ear.

"Hey! Give it to me! This star flame was my thing." I don't know when Wan Yao's hand poked out of the void and grabbed the orange flame.

The orange flame jumped gently in this hand, as if the long lost child had found his mother.

"How could it be! This is the treasure handed down by our family. How could this happen..." Luo Chengkun's face changed greatly. He turned and was about to escape.

"Because it met its true master! You, the offspring of the Betrayer, can die!" Zhao Yuande's voice came into his ears.

"Impossible..." Luo Chengkun's speed suddenly broke out, turned into a streamer and rushed out of the hall directly.

"Still want to go..." Zhao Yuande waved the immortal branches behind him, as if forming a net, and shrouded the past towards Luo Chengkun.

"Fight! The ghost Blood River is now!" Zhu Linwei saw the opportunity at this time. He roared and punched, and a blood River roared out. An extremely fishy smell filled the whole audience, making others feel dizzy and swollen.

He did not seek to kill the enemy, but to stop Zhao Yuande and let himself escape smoothly.

Zhao Yuande suddenly showed his strength, so that he had completely lost the courage to fight.

"Don't say it's a fake Youming Blood River. It's no use even if you are really involved in the Youming Blood River!" Zhao Yuande clapped the color of heaven and earth with one fist and palm, and the unparalleled terrible life energy in his body turned into a big hand to block out the sky and the sun, and directly photographed the Youming Blood River in the void.

"At the same time, a force that people couldn't see or even notice suddenly cut through the void and appeared directly in front of Zhu Linwei's eyebrows.

Zhu Linwei was about to run away. At this time, he suddenly felt a death crisis coming down. He only felt a sharp stabbing pain between his eyebrows.

"No!" Zhu Linwei shouted and bowed his head fiercely.

With a soft sound of "Yi!" an invisible force swept over his head and swept away half of his skull. Unexpectedly, he could clearly see that there was a steaming Mori white brain in the messy long hair, and the plump blood came straight out along his head. Originally, it was still dripping blood on his beautiful face.

His face twisted with pain and his teeth almost broke.

"Don't kill me, or you'll be in big trouble. Our Zhu family won't spare you!" Zhu Linwei resisted the dizziness and great pain from his head, turned and ran away, and sent out a threatening language without any deterrent in his mouth.

But he had not escaped for two steps. A dark figure in the sky crashed to the ground. It turned out to be a deformed one armed body whose body was rigidly restrained. Who is it, not Luo Chengkun

Luo Chengkun fell heavily to the ground, but he didn't die. He looked at the terrible huge tree in the sky in horror, and his face was full of despair.

He knew that he could not escape today, and there was only a dead end to escape.

"Gudong!" he knelt down directly and kowtowed to Zhao Yuande: "don't kill me, don't kill me!"

At this time, he already knew about the star flame. If he returned to the family, the ancestor would guess something. He would definitely die.

"A natural slave. Unfortunately, I still like the slave who sells for glory. Die!"

With a stroke of Zhao Yuande's finger, an invisible force directly pierced Luo Chengkun's eyebrows and shattered his knowledge of the sea, leaving him no chance of survival.

Zhu Linwei wanted to split his eyes when he saw all this. Unfortunately, it was too late!

Surrounded by roots like poisonous snakes, he looked hopelessly outside the hall, where the battle was almost over, and the figure in purple fell to the ground like a broken sack. His whole body was dripping with blood, and his air was much less.

"Zhao Shishi, we are disciples of the immortal class, and I'm still the most valued person of the immortal envoy. Dare you kill me!" Zhu Linwei is fierce and weak. He knows that if the other party wants to kill himself, it's useless to kneel down and beg for mercy. He just needs to be tough.

However, at this time, he felt the strength in his body passing quickly as if the river had burst, and the injury on his head had made him a little unstable.

"Hum! When you made your choice, the immortal envoy has already given up on you. You are not worth cultivating or attracting!" Zhao Yuande slowly put away the immortal tree behind him, smiled coldly at Zhu Linwei and continued, "do you know why the immortal envoy hasn't appeared yet?"

"You... You can't kill me. We used to be brothers. I'm your big brother! Even if I was wrong first, but..." Zhu Linwei showed bitterness on his face, as if he had to.

With blood on his face, if ordinary people see it, they may really be able to show compassion.

"All right, your performance is over!" Zhao Yuande pointed and an invisible force directly split Zhu Linwei's head in half, and the spirit screamed and annihilated directly in the sea.