"How dare a junior dare to be so arrogant?" Wang Hua in black robe gave Hong Meng a sad look and didn't take it seriously. Instead, he turned his attention to the crying bride Ma Yunlu. There was a sinister look in his eyes, and he thought, "Zhancao"

The root cause must be eradicated, and the Hong family must lose all power of resistance. Even a female prostitute cannot be spared.

Looking at Wang Hua's leaving steps, Hong Meng suddenly became furious. Isn't it obvious that he was ignoring himself? And looking at the direction Wang Hua went to, it was the place where Uncle Tong was lying on his back, where Aunt Ma was crying bitterly. For Wang Hua,

Hua was unaware of the attack.

"Auntie, get out of the way!" Hong Meng shouted, reminding Ma. He kept walking and no longer paid attention to the injured clan leader. He only wanted to fight to the death to destroy the evil thief Wang Hua.

"This guy is so heartless and crazy, he won't even spare a woman!" Xiao Wanshan and others who were huddled in the lobby yelled at Wang Hua's evil and heartless behavior, but no one dared to go out to help the Hong family.

In the corner of the lobby, a wretched figure was hiding timidly at the back of the lobby. Hearing the sounds of fighting outside and the discussions of the people in the hall, he shrank even more with fear. That person was none other than the Great Elder’s proud assistant, Hong Zhuo.

Name. Previously, when he saw the great elder going into battle, he shouted a few times to cheer for the great elder. However, when he saw that his clan members were defeated one by one, he found a corner and hid, and did not dare to show his face again, for fear that the two evil gods outside would come looking for him.

His trouble.

Outside the lobby, when Mr. Ma heard Hong Meng's shouting and turned his head, Wang Hua's figure arrived just in time. Then, with a sudden attack, he knocked him to the ground and fainted next to Hong Tong.

"Devil, come at me if you dare!"

Hong Meng raised his blood-red eyes and shouted angrily at Wang Hua, hoping to attract him and then fight him. At this moment, Hong Meng was running three different attributes of his skills at the same time, and the twisted impact in his Dantian had begun to backfire.

The entire Dantian was torn into pieces and was about to collapse.

"One finger is enough to kill you!" Wang Hua really looks down on Hong Meng. In fact, Hong Meng is only in the middle stage of vitality, and Wang Hua is the eighth level of Taixu. Whoever meets Xiang Hongmeng

It is difficult to erase the contempt for such an opponent.

Needless to say, Hong Meng broke the gun with his left hand, and Yang Yan Palm with his right hand, one wood and one fire, attacked the black-robed Wang Hua at the same time. However, he saw two green and red streaks passing through the air, and the majestic energy made the air vibrate.

, and even pressed the surrounding air to clear the way, blasting towards the black-robed Wang Hua.

Wang Hua didn't take Hong Meng to heart. He just waved his hand and responded to Hong Meng's offensive with two flaming light balls, and then quietly waited for Hong Meng's miserable end.

In the air, four energy light groups collided, emitting an earth-shattering momentum. The sound that flashed and turned into a roar was simply deafening, and the trend was unstoppable.

Large fire rains scattered one after another, spreading in all directions, indicating that the war was coming. The two flames collided, but Hong Meng's flames were simply vulnerable. Moreover, Hong Meng's flames were only transformed by vitality, and Wang Hua's flames

It is transformed by mysterious energy, and the results can be imagined.

Seeing that his flame offensive was easily resolved, and he was still affected by the residual power of Wang Yan's attack, he had to speed up the operation of the Demon Ox Kung Fu, and at the same time launched another attack with his right palm, facing the remaining flames.

At the same time, Hong Meng noticed that Wang Hua's original undoubted expression slowly turned into surprise. Looking at his body-breaking strength, Hong Meng realized that the body-breaking strength was actually the same as Wang Hua's flames.

They were evenly matched, deadlocked in the air.

"I didn't expect it to happen twice, but do you think this alone can reverse the Hong family's defeat?" Wang Hua's eyes stern, as if he had made up his mind, and his charming figure flashed in a few flashes.

, appeared next to Hong Meng instantly...,

Hong Meng's eyes were slightly shocked, and then he formed seals with his hands, forming a fusion of fire and wood, using wood to nourish fire and using fire to warm wood. This action happened to meet Wang Hua's unexpected blow.

"bump--"

There was a muffled sound, and Hong Meng's whole body was seen flying backwards after being beaten by Wang Hua. However, he did not fall to the ground directly like the others. Instead, he landed on one knee with his palms close to the ground.

Buffer that huge energy impact.

After receiving this blow, Hong Meng's whole body was in a state of upheaval, the flow of vitality was disordered, and the three mysterious arts in the Dantian began to go riot. The Dantian, which was originally on the verge of collapse, was now like a smashed watermelon, and it was terrible to look at.

Coughing blood, Hong Meng endured the resistance of his body, stood up slowly, and then glared at Wang Hua hatefully. When he saw the arrogant black figure, Hong Meng felt like his heart and lungs were being torn apart.

"Uncle Tong, the two elders, Aunt Ma, the clan leader was injured by these two people, and this revenge must be avenged!"

Hong Meng roared in his heart, and then suddenly spurted out a flower of blood. He clenched his hands tightly into fists and secretly checked his injuries. He only received one blow from Wang Hua, and he looked so embarrassed. If he didn't use his trump card, he might be in trouble.

You can't protect yourself.

After thinking about it like this, the lower Dantian, which had not been opened for a long time, finally felt a vibration. It was the vibration of a strong attack, and it was the desire to fight.

The energy of chaos surrounds the entire Dantian, making the entire lower Dantian look chaotic and blurry. There is also a small amount of cold air, like mist, hazy. The bits and pieces of death energy have long been squeezed out by the cold air and chaotic energy.

, lost the space of existence, and could only hide in every corner.

Slowly, Hong Meng used his spiritual consciousness and the huge spiritual power to forcefully drag the cold air away from the lower Dantian and distribute it among the major bloodlines. To be safe, Hong Meng even stuffed them into his body to strengthen his physical body.

Bits of cold air gradually emerged from the outside of the body, which seemed particularly strange in this place with abundant sunshine in the afternoon. The cold slowly spread outward, half a foot, one foot, two feet...

Inexplicably, Wang Hua suddenly felt that the surrounding temperature had dropped a lot. He turned to look at the already dazzling sun, and couldn't help but wonder, why is it so cold on a nice day? However, when he saw Hong Meng's clothes covered with

Hanshuang, on the floating long hair, was like frost. I couldn't help but be shocked. Could it be this kid's fault?

"Boy, call everyone in the Hong family and announce that from today on, there will be no more Hong family members in Yuanguang City!" Wang Hua clasped his hands behind his back, completely ignoring the changes in Hong Meng, but he shouted to destroy Hong Meng.

Home.

Hong Meng just ignored Wang Hua's arrogance and continued to mobilize the cold energy in his Dantian to increase his strength. However, despite his absolutely shocking power, his body was also eroded by the cold energy. His whole body was like a zombie, and his movements were very slow.

Taking a step forward requires a lot of preparation.

"Why don't you go quickly?" Seeing Hong Meng not listening to his orders, Wang Hua's tired old face suddenly showed a look of displeasure.

"Go to hell!" Hong Meng struggled to open his mouth and spat out a few harsh words. Then he exerted all his strength, and with a sudden shock, all the frost on his body was blown away, and his whole body returned to a flexible state again.

Holding the incomparable cold air with both hands, he took the initiative to attack. In Wang Hua's stunned eyes, his body suddenly shifted, bringing with it the endless coldness around him.

"I don't know whether to live or die!" Wang Hua cursed angrily, and then raised his right palm, and the flames immediately burst out in his palm. When he was about to kill Hong Meng, he saw the flames in his palm, and when he encountered the cold air beside Hong Meng

, it immediately withered, swayed listlessly for two or three times, and then disappeared.

"What are you—" Wang Hua was shocked, and then his body still fell into the range of the cold air. His whole mind was trembling, and his actions were stiff...,

"I will send you to death today!" Hong Meng did not give Wang Hua any chance to fight back. Just at this time, Wang Hua stepped into the range of the cold air. Hong Meng quickly dodged behind Wang Hua and kicked the man in the lower back.

Kick away.

"Boy, you dare to hurt me?" Wang Hua felt the force behind him and cursed, but he suddenly hit the ground with his toes, and then his whole body slowly dodged to one side.

"I am so cold, even if Qingzhao comes, I still have to avoid him, let alone you?"

Without giving Wang Hua any chance, Hong Meng instantly killed Wang Hua with all his majestic spiritual consciousness at Wang Hua's surprise. He saw Wang Hua's figure twisting in the air, and the seemingly endless spiritual power instantly

Hit Wang Hua's defenseless soul.

"ah--"

With a scream, Wang Hua's soul was severely damaged. Coupled with the consumption of the battle, his whole body was exhausted and his body was exhausted. He could no longer withstand the erosion of the cold air and Hong Meng's extremely abnormal spiritual consciousness.

At the same time, Hong Meng's entire head was also subject to a strong spiritual counterattack. His spiritual consciousness was too strong and he would use too much force, which would inevitably hurt others and himself. He hit his temples with both hands suddenly to eliminate part of the pain.

Hong Meng's right palm stretched forward with all his strength, reaching straight for Wang Hua's back heart.

"bump"

There was a muffled sound, and in an instant Wang Hua's body slid forward a few steps, and then fell to the ground. He struggled painfully on the ground, his head and back focused on each other, and for a while, he held his head with both hands and slammed against the stone slab.

.For a while, he pressed his chest with one hand and tightly grasped the muscles on his heart with his five fingers.

"Go to hell!" Enduring the pain in his head and the danger of his Dantian collapsing, Hong Meng walked a few steps with difficulty, came to Wang Hua, and kicked his covered chest with all his strength.

"bump"

Once, twice, three times...

It wasn't until Hong Meng was no longer able to move his feet that he stopped attacking. Then his whole body collapsed to the ground and began to suffer all kinds of backlash and pain.

Wang Hua was on the ground, vomiting blood, rolling on the ground a few times, howling in pain, and then fainted.

At this time, the setting sun was like blood, the west wind was getting stronger, and the entire Hong family was in a state of disrepair after the war.

The people in the lobby were still looking at them in astonishment, muttering in their mouths, as if everything they saw was not true.
Chapter completed!