Chapter 1612 Pursuit

The Pluto Tomahawk struggled violently, but after all, it was not in the hands of the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord. Even if it was already a prototype of a magic weapon, it would not be so bad. At this time, after Lu Xiaotian swallowed the soul of the old monster Bichan, his combat power was not much worse than that of the injured Xiang Huaxin. At this time, the two of them joined forces to imprison the Hades Tomahawk to death.

Under a burst of intensive attacks, the ferocious flames on the Netherwind Battle Ax also subsided one after another. Not long after, the fierce ghostly aura turned into a wail, and Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed. Put this ghost ax directly into a Xumi ring.

"Haha, okay, even the old devil's ax has been taken away, the battle is settled!" Xiang Kuang laughed loudly.

"Let's go. The purple crocodile ghost has already run away, don't make any other moths." Lu Xiaotian also heaved a sigh of relief at this time. Only a small part of the strange soul was consumed. Even if there is an emergency later, there is still the power to fight.

In the distant sky, the phantom of the crocodile dragon shot by the purple crocodile ghost spit out a dragon's breath again, and hit the huge knife wheel. With a bang, the eighteen long knives exploded immediately, each flying towards the eighteen golden men.

At this time, the eighteen golden men who suppressed the purple crocodile ghost yelled loudly, retreated violently, each took the long saber, and before the purple crocodile ghost could breathe a sigh of relief, the long saber slammed into his waist Horizontal, the whole person spun rapidly together with the long knife. The eighteen golden figures are spinning faster and faster. Soon, it was like a tornado formed by knife qi.

"Revolving around the world!"

The gust of wind formed by the eighteen sword qi staggered towards the purple crocodile ghost and the crocodile dragon phantom.

Boom boom boom. The dragon breath spit out by the phantom of the crocodile dragon, and the ferocious attacks of the purple crocodile ghost, constantly repelled the gust of wind in front of him, but soon, the gust of wind formed by other saber aura was even worse. The attack came.

There are three lines of ice, wind and thunder, and fifteen lines of five-element golden men. Watching from a distance, the gust of wind formed by these eighteen sword qis is actually arranged in an incomparably mysterious formation. Connecting with each other, there is no chance for the purple crocodile ghost to breathe.

Xiang Huaxin was also secretly startled when he saw that the purple crocodile ghost in front of him had really reached an unattainable level of strength. If it was him, he would not be able to last long under such a terrible attack, and he would be like a lone Mu Moren was beheaded and killed by eighteen gold men like that. The purple crocodile ghost has fought against the eighteen golden men for such a long time with his own strength.

At this time, Zi Crocodile Ghost Lord has also seen Lu Xiaotian approaching, Xiang Huaxin and his party. Immediately a heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He has completely lost his sense of the Pluto Tomahawk. The Nether Wind Battle Ax, which was refined with so much painstaking efforts, died just like this.

boom! Just at this moment, a sound like heaven and earth bursting came from a distance. A bit of joy flashed across the face of Purple Crocodile Ghost, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of essence. At the right time, the gust of wind formed by the three series of golden men of ice, wind and thunder struck at the right time. However, the purple crocodile ghost turned into a puff of black smoke out of thin air, his body disappeared from the original place, and when he reappeared, he was several miles away.

A gust of wind swept away again.

boom! The purple crocodile ghost was hit by one of the slashes, and his body staggered in the air, but the purple crocodile ghost didn't intend to stay for long. He stretched out his hand and called back the phantom of the crocodile dragon. The direction rushed away. He has completely ignored the battle between the human and ghost races in front of him.

The violent explosion before was still going on. In the depths of Hoshino Onihara, the lone front locked by countless bone chains has been uprooted. A large number of stones fell from the surface of Dufeng, and golden lights suddenly appeared inside.

"Great Emperor's Golden Sword, this is the Great Emperor's Golden Sword!" Among the human races fighting at this time, two ghost-faced men in black looked at the brilliance in the sky, and soon, the huge golden sword was engulfed by endless ghost energy. Muttering to himself, this person is Fu Yong, the patriarch of the husband clan who has been fighting with the ghost clan before, but now detours to this place. There was fanaticism and regret in Fu Yong's eyes. Although the Great Emperor's Golden Sword was left by Emperor Qinling to the people of the Qin clan, there is no one in the Qin clan who can take it.

The Great Emperor's Golden Sword was pulled up by countless bone chains and locked in mid-air. Hoshino Onihara's ghostly aura seemed to be out of control. The end of the territory swarmed away.

Booming, four huge whirlpools formed on the territory of the Qin Clan at this time, rising slowly from the ground to the air. Those whirlpools have different auras, and just looking at them from a distance gives people a sense of confusion that can swallow time and space.

The purple crocodile ghost fled all the way, Luo Zhongting also abandoned Dongfang Yi, and quickly approached the vortexes that appeared.

Next to the territory of the Qin Clan, at this time, the purple crocodile ghost and Luo Zhongting lined up in front of the four huge whirlpools. Su Qing, the green armored skeleton, waved the formation flag in her hand, and the incomparably pure ghost power was captured by the formation. The flag led into one of the vortexes, and in the vortex that absorbed enough ghost power, a hazy shadow appeared, which was indistinct, some were like flowing stones flying in the endless void, and some were like storms drifting around in space.

"You've been forced to the current situation, is there any other way?" Luo Zhongting frowned and looked at the purple crocodile ghost.

"Even the battle axe of the underworld wind was taken away by that human kid, so what's left to do? Those eighteen golden men are far more powerful than you and I imagined. If we continue to fight, I will be defeated!" Purple Crocodile Gui Jun said with a serious face, "Just looking at the situation of that human kid, it seems that he has no plans to kill them all."

"After all, I have to take care of something." Luo Zhongting smiled, wondering if Lu Xiaotian was taking care of his daughter. Luo Zhongting snapped his fingers, and several black-robed skeletons in the distance came through the air, escorting Luo Ping'er who had passed out.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, the Great Emperor's Golden Sword has been opened, and the ghost energy of Hoshino Onihara has been out of control. It is rushing towards the four gates of Tianyuan under the guidance of those bone wheels and bone chains. If it is not controlled, the ghost gate will continue to expand. , it is very likely that the other passages will be squeezed into the endless void, and no one will be able to leave this world." At this time, Fu Yong and several Qin clan monks looked solemn, and when Luo Ping'er appeared, They also arrived here one after another.

"Understood!" Lu Xiaotian nodded, with a move of consciousness, each of the eighteen golden men swung their long swords across their waists and spun them rapidly. Once again resorted to maneuver the world. Like eighteen gusts of wind, blowing between heaven and earth. Where the gale wind passed, the bone chains were cut off one after another, and the boundless ghost energy gushing from Hoshino Irohara lost its transmission path, and immediately spread everywhere.

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