Chapter 838

Pop, pop, pop!

Boom, boom, boom!

In the continuous collision sound, accompanied by the terrible huge echo, the strong wind scattered, leaving the mountains and jungles in a mess.

Old eight roared, and six arms took turns to hit. The speed was like a wind and fire wheel. The huge force seemed to break through the void, and the momentum was appalled.

"Too strong!"

"I seem to hear the void wailing."

"Eight elders come on, the devil's body can't hold!"

Ming wangzong disciples roared with excitement.

Under the fierce attack of Lao Ba, although Wang Po didn't immediately collapse, his body kept retreating, and his black robe couldn't support the powerful force and split.

"Die!"

The old eight broke out again, and his strength continued in his body. In the six arms, with Xuanguang's masterpiece, a fairy shadow flashed in the air, and then burst out with all his strength!

Touch!

Wang Po crossed his fists on his chest, took the punch, and immediately flew out and disappeared into the mountains in the distance.

Call~

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Hoo hoo~

Old eight was panting violently, the veins on his two arms burst, and the sweat slipped away. There was an image of detachment.

"Did that guy... Lose?"

Old eight looked deep into the mountains and winked at the disciples below.

A disciple bravely flew over and fell into the mountains. Soon there was a quick cry and stopped suddenly.

Old eight's face changed slightly.

A moment later, a figure flew out of the mountains and fell to the ground with a "pop". It was the former disciple, but his neck was broken.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

A figure came out. Compared with the mountains behind him, it was very small, but at this moment, the continuous mountains became his foil.

The black robe was broken, revealing a smooth body.

Dong!

Wang Po stood still in front of Lao Ba, stretched out his hand and tore off the remaining black cloth strip. His sweat was smooth and bright, and he couldn't see any scars: "your immortal magic power is good, just let me warm up."

Old eight's pupils shrink sharply.

The explosion of giant magic power didn't leave any scars on the other party, but just warmed up the other party... What a powerful strength!

Old eight suddenly trembled.

Not because of fear, but because he had overdrawn and used the immortal magic power before. At the moment, the sequelae occurred. It was no longer difficult to maintain the giant state and quickly returned to normal physique.

"Oh? No?"

Wang Po raised his eyebrows. He just got up. Lao Ba can't do it. It can't do it!

Brush!

Wang Po's figure disappeared in place. When he appeared again, he had come to Lao ba. A pair of black eyes looked at each other's frightened look, and suddenly felt bored.

One punch.

An ordinary punch.

Old eight could not escape. He was hit hard. At that moment, he felt that he was hit by 100000 mountains, and his internal organs were misplaced in an instant.

"Oh!"

With a lot of blood gushing out, the old eight eyes suddenly protruded and his body flew back.

One hand grabbed old eight's arm and didn't let him fly out.

"How could it be over so soon?" Wang Po sneered. "Come and don't be rude. Eight elders also learn my methods."

Finish.

Wang Po threw Lao Ba high, just like throwing a badminton.

The next second, Wang Po disappeared.

The black line swept up in the air. Because the speed was too fast, there seemed to be countless black lines in an instant, including Lao BA from all directions.

Dong Dong Dong.

Old eight's body trembled continuously. People couldn't say anything, and even blood couldn't come out. They could only change into various shapes with the impact of the black line.

Brush!

When the black line disappeared, Wang Po returned to the ground, looked at his two blood red fists and said with a smile: "the taste of revenge... It's really wonderful."

TA.

Old eight fell to the ground, and the whole person was twisted and disguised. He was not even as good as a broken doll, leaving only unconscious convulsions.

"Eight elders!"

"Eight elders!"

"Is the eighth elder dead?"

The Ming wangzong disciples shouted in horror and rushed to the eight elders.

A disciple wanted to lift up the eight elders, but found that the whole person had been smashed and said in a trembling voice: "this... This... People are rotten. Is the eight elders still alive?"

Wang Po calmly replied, "nature lives, the spirit is not damaged, but the body is destroyed."

"What's the difference between that and death?"

"Devil!"

"You will be punished!"

The disciples glared angrily. The body of Ming wangzong was more than everything. If the body was destroyed, even if it was taken away again, the previous efforts were in vain.

This scene reminds them of the seven elders, and they can't help feeling sad.

Did the Ming emperor suffer some kind of curse? Two elders suffered great disasters successively.

"Retribution?"

Wang burst out a sneer and murmured, "when Emperor Wang of the Ming Dynasty drove me down the mountain and humiliated me in every way, did he ever think that there would be retribution? Feng Shui took turns, and he deserved it!"

"I... martial brothers, fight with him!"

"Anyway, he can't live and fight!"

"Kill!"

……

The other side.

The second son of mingwangzong galloped all the way back to Zong. When he was close to Tianxiang City, he suddenly stopped and murmured, "I'm really confused by my anger. Why do I quarrel so much with the silly goods of old eight?"

Anger slowly fell and reason prevailed.

"No, I have to go back and have a look. If Wang Po kills a horse gun, Lao Ba can't stand it."

The second turned and flew in the direction of the aurora mountains.

It was flying all the way again. There was a faint haze in the second son's heart. The closer he was to the aurora mountains, the heavier the haze in his heart.

When the great friar understood heaven and earth, he believed in "heaven and man induction", and the second brother was no exception.

He suddenly remembered the tunnel.

Who said that the tunnel must lead to the outside of the mountain. Maybe it's just a cover up to make them believe that Wang Po has left, and then... Break it one by one!

Behind Wang Po is Zheng Feiyue, who is an extremely cunning guy!

"No!"

The second son suddenly shouted, accelerated his speed and flashed. The speed was more than several times faster. The mountain forest retreated quickly beside him, forming a fuzzy black mirror.

He was so anxious that he wanted to display the lost ancient transmission array and directly return to the aurora mountains.

"Old eight, old eight, you must not have an accident!"

Brush!

The figure of the second appeared at the periphery of the aurora mountains. He saw batches of fallen towering trees in front of him and a messy battle scene. His heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

He followed his footsteps and soon came to the battle site.

Coincidentally, Wang Po just broke the neck of the last Ming wangzong disciple.

"Wang Po!"

The second son roared, his eyes moved rapidly among the bodies on the ground, and finally stopped on an unshaped body to feel the familiar smell.

"Old... Old... Old eight?"

His voice trembled for a moment.

Wang Po returned to his senses and showed a cold smile: "it's the second elder. I'm worried that I haven't had a good time. You sent it to the door. It's nice!"