After seeing this scene by the cultivators around and the monks who rushed over, they all kept roaring in their minds. It was obvious that in the short time before, the battle between the two was extremely dangerous, and the intrigue seemed simple, but in this ever-changing battle, one mistake was to die!

At the same time, the Weiyang tribes hesitated to the orders of the legion commander. Even the Weiyang tribes, who were in a strict rank, could not help but face such a war that would almost die.

But the will that the lower-ranking people from the bones must be executed still made some of the Weiyang tribes around rush out with red eyes and roar. But the moment they rushed out, the nightmare behind Wang Baole suddenly turned over. When they opened in an instant, the black dark fire around them spread directly, covering all directions. Wherever they passed, the Weiyang tribes who rushed in let out shrill screams and their bodies were burned to ashes.

With death, a large amount of black air dissipated and was absorbed by the nightmare eyes behind Wang Baole. This scene immediately made other Weiyang tribes who were about to rush over inhale, and they all hesitated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Baole's eyes flashed and endured the injury. The power of the imperial armor exploded again. It was completely at the cost of overdrawing. The divine weapon in the imperial armor's right hand instantly condensed, and its body rushed out in a flash, and its momentum rose, forming a momentum that seemed to be about to cut open everything. But at the moment of approaching, the old man of the Weiyang clan who was retreating quickly, and a magic weapon suddenly flew out from his body and exploded directly. After forcing Wang Baole to retreat, his body retreated again, trying to keep widening the distance.

"Damn it, why is time passing so slowly!!" The old man's breath was disordered, and he forced Wang Baole to retreat again. He shouted to the sky.

"The Weiyang tribe obeys the order and come quickly to help the battle. Those who violate the violation will be killed!" As soon as this statement came out, the faces of the Weiyang tribes around him changed one by one. Seeing that hesitation was about to be forced to be suppressed, Wang Baole frowned slightly. Although the group attack of the Weiyang tribe could increase the power of his Nightmare Eye Art under the killing, it is very likely that the old Weiyang tribe would escape with one negligence. In that case, what awaits him is the reverse of the situation, so he must not let this scene appear, so a brutal light flashed in his eyes and raised his left hand and waved it.

Suddenly, warships soared into the sky and filled the entire sky, with tens of thousands of numbers, and were covered in darkness, causing the Weiyang tribes who were about to rush toward the surroundings to stop in horror, and then all instinctively retreated.

When they retreated, as Wang Baole thought, the dense warships in the sky suddenly radiated waves of self-destruction, towards the old Weiyang clan. Although they were like a breeze blowing to the spiritual immortal in terms of power, this kind of collapse at the cost of self-destruction could only be slightly shaken, if there were too many, the breeze could become a hurricane.

"Suppress!" Wang Baole roared, and all the warships fell. From a distance, because they covered the sky, they looked like the sky was tilted. With the roar, the sky trembled, the earth collapsed, getting bigger and stronger, and the increasingly strong fluctuations gradually swept everything!

The old man looked pale and kept resisting, but he had too many self-destructions. He was now seriously injured and the curse was still there, and gradually he was a little helpless, especially Wang Baole was extremely crazy. Every time he rushed over, he was directly repelled by him, but he rushed back again like a spring.

The fierce gaze, crazy actions, and strong evil spirits made the old man in Weiyang tribe tremble inside.

This scene also made the Weiyang tribe who came around even more terrifying. While retreating again, the old Weiyang tribe who was fighting with Wang Baole was anxious and he noticed that his aura became increasingly unstable, and even his cultivation level showed signs of falling again at this moment.

All of this made his eyes completely red. He knew that he could not always think about escaping, nor could he hope to delay time. At this moment, he had to fight to the death. Only by fighting to the death can he have a chance to save his life.

Otherwise, I would be killed here by the damn pig-headed man who has many means without waiting for his escape or his cultivation level to recover.

So he roared with five hands and blasted his cultivation level out of his body at this moment, forming a storm swept across the world, while the low roar in his mouth also echoed around.

"The Spirit Immortal Dharma Body!!"

As his words came out, the cultivation aura that had been emitting from his body immediately formed a vortex, and in the blink of an eye, a huge statue transformed into a similar shape to the old man. The moment it appeared, it formed a suppression force, covering all directions, and at the same time offset the self-destruction power of tens of thousands of warships.

At the same time, his vision was in this madness. When Wang Baole took this opportunity to rush over again, the old man from Weiyang tribe roared.

"Look at it, are you fighting hard or I'm fighting hard!!" As he spoke, one of the old man's five hands suddenly collapsed and exploded, forming a self-destructive force, turning into an illusory black sea of ​​fog, and drowned directly towards the coming Wang Baole. Before the fog sea ended, the old man gritted his teeth again, and in the roar, he collapsed another arm, forming a second wave of fog sea, bombarding again.

"Either get out or fight with your life!" The sea of ​​fog formed by the old man of Weiyang clan formed a sea of ​​fog condensed at the cost of self-destruction of his two arms. Each wave had amazing power. At this moment, he came straight to Wang Baole. There were only two choices in front of him, either... retreat, or... he really fought with his life!

Wang Baole laughed loudly, and he didn't hesitate at all. Not only did his body not slow down, but he rushed into the coming sea of ​​fog. At the moment of touching, Wang Baole's eyes showed ruthlessness.

The imperial armor... collapsed directly. Except for the right arm, other parts exploded, forming an invisible huge wave spreading around. While resisting the first wave of the fog sea, Wang Baole also sprayed out a mouthful of its original energy. While his whole body became weak, his body shook and seven or eight clones differentiated from his body.

"Compet with me? Blast!"

Each clone is part of the Original Method. After appearing, it rushed out at the same time and exploded one after another. While fighting against the fog sea, Wang Baole's momentum also rose again, and rushed out of these two waves of fog seas, holding the divine weapon, jumped up in his body, and slashed towards the old man of the Weiyang clan with a bang.

The madness in his eyes was like a raging flame, which seemed to burn the minds of the old Weiyang clan and all the monks around him.

It was really the murderous intent with that look on his face, and it was like he wanted to destroy the enemy even if he died. This terrible look made everyone who saw it tremble.

This gaze was even more shocking to the old man of the Weiyang clan. As his face changed, the remaining three hands were about to make gestures, but at this moment, the devouring seeds in Wang Baole's body suddenly exploded, and the target was the old man of the Weiyang clan. With the explosion, Wang Baole's speed of rushing out suddenly increased.

The change in speed of this scene was so sudden that the old man of the Weiyang clan was shocked and shocked. While his reaction was slow, the black eyes behind Wang Baole suddenly opened as he growled.

The moment it opened, a force of restraint fell down!

It seems that Wang Baole's madness and murderous intent this time was noticed. The explosion of the Nightmare Eye Art was beyond the past, as if it was overdrawn its potential, and it seemed that it was the will that existed in it, and it was also greedy for the life of the Spirit Immortal. Therefore, in this violent rage, its power was even stronger, which made the body of the Spirit Immortal frozen for a moment.

In addition, Wang Baole's seed explosion and his speed doubled. This moment of solidification was the best time to kill. As the moment approached, the madness in Wang Baole's eyes was completely ignited, holding the divine weapon in his hand, he directly slashed at the old man of the Weiyang clan.

This slash seemed to be dazed in the sky, and the wind and clouds swung, gathering all the eyes and minds around him, as if he had created the world, and fell on his head in the struggle and roar of the old man of the Weiyang clan.

With a bang, the old man of Weiyang tribe was also good. At this critical moment, he even blew his arm and head. After breaking free from the constraints, he raised his remaining hands to support the falling divine weapon. His body trembled and his cultivation exploded. However, he was still slowly extinguished under the constant pressure of his own injuries and the other party's cultivation. Seeing that the divine weapon fell towards his head little by little under Wang Baole's roar, the old man of Weiyang tribe showed unwillingness and despair.

"I... Hum?" The old man smiled bitterly, his eyes suddenly widened, and the despair in his eyes instantly turned into hope. He felt that his weakened cultivation seemed to be recovering at this moment, and the blood-colored flowers on his face were blurred in Wang Baole's eyes, as if they were about to dissipate!

"Not good!!" Wang Baole's expression suddenly changed, and the cruelty in his eyes exploded again. Without hesitation, his legs exploded at this moment. This was the self-destruction of the original Dharma body and had a great impact on him. But at this moment, Wang Baole didn't care too much. With the instant increase in explosive power brought by the self-destruction of his legs, he yelled.

"cut!!"

"No!!" The old man of Weiyang tribe let out a shrill roar, but the divine weapon above his head fell instantly under the new force, and directly cut his head across his neck and abdomen, which actually divided his body into two!

The remaining force spread and roared, and the body that split into two halves directly collapsed and exploded. Even his soul could not escape and was cut open by the divine weapon!

Both body and spirit are destroyed!
Chapter completed!