When the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous.

The battle instantly reached a white-hot stage.

Shen Lang was more skilled in using the Xuanhua Axe. With the help of the Xuanhua Axe, he could almost exert his previous double combat power.

The Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng repelled Shen Lang's two axes seemed a little difficult, and it was difficult to take care of the attack of Saint Yao Yue.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Several roars came, and the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind was hit by the light bullets shot from the fingertips of the Saint Yaoyue. His robe shattered, his body was shaken away, and he almost fell to eat shit.

After finally stabilizing his body, the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind opened his eyes wide and roared in anger: "Impossible! You guys and women are clearly obsessed with the stinger of this Holy Envoy, how could you still have the strength to do it?"

Not only did they have enough energy, Shen Lang's attack was even more fierce than before, and Saint Yao Yue was also jumping around, and there were no signs of poisoning between the two.

It was not seen with my own eyes that the Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng could not believe his eyes. He could not guess what method these two people used to detoxify in such a short time.

"You should think about this question after going to hell!"

Shen Lang's eyes shone with cold light, continued to wave Xuanhua's axe, and rushed forward.

Saint Yao Yue also used his magical powers again, hitting out light bullets, and attacked the Holy Envoy of the Underworld Wind like a rocket launcher fired one after another.

The Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind was shocked and angry, so he had to set up the Green Snake Sword and resist with all his strength.

Shen Lang's attack was amazing, and the Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng did not dare to take it head-on, so he had to give priority to defending Shen Lang's attack.

The Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind was soon hit by the attack of the Holy Maiden, and the shock was injured.

After all, the body of the immortal Luo Tian is a golden body and jade body. The simple magical attack of Saint Yao Yue cannot truly damage the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind, but it is enough to disrupt the attack rhythm of the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind and create opportunities for Shen Lang.

"Puchi!Puchi!"

Shen Lang waved Xuanhua and slashed wildly, and finally left two wounds on the waist, abdomen and shoulders of the Holy Envoy of Mingfeng, with a large amount of blood overflowing from the wound.

After the wounded, the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind was completely mad. He disheveled his hair and let out a hoarse and hideous roar in his mouth: "Very good, I didn't expect that this Holy Envoy would be forced to this extent by you two celestial fish! If you don't tear you into pieces today, this Holy Envoy will not be a demon!"

As soon as the roar fell, the Holy Sage of Mingfeng opened his mouth and spewed out several mouthfuls of essence and blood, turning into a large piece of blood mist attached to his body, making the meridians protrude and turn black, like a hideous black earthworm, which was extremely terrifying.

"Young Master Shen, be careful, this guy is going to transform!"

Saint Maiden Yaoyue's eyes were cold and she hurriedly sent a message to Shen Lang.

"I understand, Miss Yaoyue, try to stay away as much as possible!"

Shen Lang held Xuanhua's axe tightly in his hands, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Suddenly, the Nether Wind Holy Messenger's meridians overflowed black energy, instantly covering the whole body. The Nether Wind Holy Messenger's body twisted and deformed, forming a black queen bee with a length of several meters.

Shen Lang had already arrived, swung Xuanhua's axe and chopped towards the black bee's forehead.

The Black Bee was extremely frightened and waved its cervical spikes to resist Shen Lang's attack.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

There was another sharp and harsh collision sound, and the Xuanhua axe in Shen Lang's hand turned into a golden phantom, colliding with the sharp stings of the black bee attacked, launching a fierce offensive and defensive battle.

Saint Yaoyue assisted from the side, and blood-colored light bullets popped up quickly between the green jade fingers, hitting the body of the Black Bee like lightning, making a muffled sound.

The two of them worked together to fight the transformed Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng, but there was no sign of decline.

On the contrary, the attack speed of the Black Bee is getting slower and slower, and the movements are getting stiffer, and the combat power is not as good as before.

"There's a chance!"

Shen Lang's eyes shone, his fighting spirit doubled, and he swung Xuanhua's axe even more crazily and launched a fierce attack.

The Black Bee was hit by the Xuanhua Axe in Shen Lang's hand several times, and several wounds were shot out of the hard shell. Although the injuries were minor, this was no longer a good sign.

"Damn it!"

The Holy Spirit of the Ming Feng sank his heart to the bottom, and he overestimated his physical movement power.

After three transformations, the vital energy remaining in his body had been consumed. Without the support of vital energy, the Holy Envoy of the Mingfeng gradually felt heavy in his body and his body began to be out of control.

Just when Ming Feng was in a panic, Shen Lang grabbed the flaw and used all his strength to slash the huge chevron of the Black Bee with an axe.

With a loud "bang", the Xuanhua axe blade in Shen Lang's hand actually cut off the right arm of the Black Bee.

"Puff!"

A large amount of blood shot out from the broken chelice limbs.

"roar!"

The intense pain made the Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind scream. His previous anger had disappeared without a trace, replaced by indescribable fear.

The worst thing is that the vital energy in one's body has been consumed, and it will soon be difficult to maintain its transformation form.

"Hahaha, Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind, didn't you just say you wanted to tear us into pieces?

Why is there only this ability?”

Shen Lang laughed out loud, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Ignorance boy, don't be proud. Even if I want to live for tens of millions of years today, I will completely kill you! The Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind roared wildly. He knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would sooner or later fall here.

This kid Shen Lang is as difficult as a nightmare. No matter how much the price he pays, he will definitely be killed this time! Otherwise, he will not be at ease for a moment.

As soon as the roar fell, the membrane wings behind the black queen bee flapped rapidly, dragging its scarred body into the air, pouring all the remaining energy in the body onto the sharp stinger at the tail of the poison sac.

“Buzz!”

In the midst of lightning, the poisonous stinger at the tail of the black queen bee burst out with a strange black light, emitting a breath of terrifying scent.

Shen Lang and Saint Maiden Yaoyue were so ruthless that they were facing a great enemy.

In an instant, the Black Bee had already injected all its energy into the tail stinger, and a hysterical scream came out of her mouth: “Go to die, God’s Chosen!!!”

The loud shout fell.

"call out!!!"

The stinger at the tail of the black bee instantly splashed out with a strong black light. The long and sharp black stinger actually shot out from its tail, shooting straight towards Shen Lang's heart like a flying needle! "Young Master Shen, be careful!"

The beautiful Saint of Yaoyue opened her eyes wide, opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood, and pushed her forward with her bare hands.

The essence and blood turned into dozens of light bullets and shot at the black poisonous needle together.

"Xuanhua, go!"

Shen Lang also gritted his teeth and threw out the Xuanhua axe in his hand, trying to resist the attacking poison needle.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

A large number of light bullets and male and female axes hit the poison needle one after another, making a loud noise, and the sound of explosion was like thunder.

The two attacks of Shen Lang and Saint Yao Yue barely blocked most of the power of the poison needle. The poison needle suppressed the attacks of the two people like a bamboo shoot, and still shot at Shen Lang's heart. The speed was as fast as lightning and thunder, so there was no way to avoid it! “Hahaha, the chosen one, this holy envoy will see where you escape this time?”

The Holy Envoy of the Nether Wind laughed wildly, thinking that Shen Lang would definitely die this time.
Chapter completed!