Chapter 727 Brick attack

"Mercy, mercy..."

Chang Hong fell into the mud pit, his face extremely pale. He was already at the end of his strength when the formation was broken before, and now he was hit by another palm, which made things worse. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Chang Hong knelt directly in the mud pit and begged for mercy from the ugly old man...

"Chang Hong! Get up, don't you think it's not embarrassing enough!" Brother Wan was so angry when he saw Chang Hong's behavior that he scolded him loudly.

However, Chang Hong turned a deaf ear and continued to kowtow to the ugly old man, "Senior, spare my life, spare my life, as long as you spare me, I, Chang Hong, am willing to recognize you as my master and never regret it..."

"Hehe..."

The old man couldn't help but turn his eyes when he heard it, "It's not impossible for me to spare you, just kill them, and I will spare your life..."

Hearing this, Chang Hong immediately seemed a little hesitant, that was the Holy Son of the Huangji Xianzong, if he killed him, he would be hunted down by the Huangji Xianzong sooner or later.

But soon, he looked determined, stretched out his hand to take out a sword and held it in his hand, and walked towards Senior Brother Wan and the other two fiercely.

Seeing this scene, the ugly old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then quietly moved back a few steps. This action made Liu Yi, who was hiding in the forest, a little puzzled.

But Lu Li secretly thought that this man was indeed old and wise, and he was really cautious.

At this time, the Holy Son was at the critical moment of life and death. If he had any trump cards, he would definitely explode at this time. When the life-and-death blow came, he might drag one or two unlucky people to take the blame...

"Chang Hong, you dare!"

Seeing that Chang Hong really wanted to make a move, Senior Brother Wan shouted in a deep voice and took out a long sword across his chest. Now both of them were at the end of their strength. Although he lost an arm in a one-on-one fight, he was not afraid of Chang Hong, but was just afraid that the three people would make a move.

"Senior Brother Wan, although your cultivation is a little higher than mine, now that you have lost all your true energy, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at me? Today, let me show you how powerful my junior brother is!"

Chang Hong smiled sinisterly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand, flashing a faint spiritual light and flying towards Senior Brother Wan.

"You, actually still have strength left!"

Senior Brother Wan's pupils shrank sharply, and he exclaimed while flying back to block.

However, Chang Hong did not respond to him. He swung his hand violently, and the long sword that flew past him instantly turned a corner, bypassing Brother Wan's block like a loach, and slashed towards Brother Wan's neck.

"My life is over."

In a flash, Brother Wan suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his mind.

But the next moment, Brother Wan suddenly felt that his arm was hit by something, and then he heard a snapping sound under his feet.

He looked down and found that it was a long sword.

No, a long sword?

Brother Wan stared at the long sword that fell in front of him, and then suddenly raised his head and looked at Chang Hong in the distance. At this sight, he immediately showed a look of surprise.

I saw that Chang Hong's neck was actually inlaid with a shining white lens, and bright red blood could not stop flowing out along the lens.

"How, how could it be..."

Chang Hong looked at Yuan Junlong beside Brother Wan in disbelief, and reached out to grab the lens on his neck.

But before Chang Hong could reach out, the lens suddenly exerted force, and with a hiss, it completely cut his neck, and a head rolled down instantly.

Then, with a snap, the headless body fell down.

"Ahem... traitor!"

Yuan Junlong coughed twice, stretched out his hand, and the lens flew back to him. The trace of blood on his face that had just recovered disappeared again, and he looked unstable.

"Kill him!"

Seeing this, the gray-clothed old man shouted in a deep voice!

The two gray-clothed middle-aged men heard the sound, and immediately stepped forward, flying into the air, and two gray small swords flew out of their sleeves in an instant, carrying the momentum of sweeping away the clouds, and attacked Yuan Junlong and the other person on the ground from the left and right.

Before the sword arrived, the soil on the ground had been swept up. If there was no accident, the two would definitely die.

But at this moment, Yuan Junlong suddenly reached into his arms with a bitter smile on his face, and in a flash, a gray jade plate flew into the sky.

Snap!

The jade plate exploded, and the figure of an old man in a cloud robe suddenly appeared: "Who is so bold!"

The extremely cold voice suddenly exploded, and then, an unparalleled momentum rolled out from his body, and the two flying swords instantly exploded and turned into tiny sharp blades and rolled back.

Puff puff puff...

The two gray-clothed middle-aged men didn't even have a chance to dodge, and were directly pierced by these countless sharp blades, falling to the ground and dying with their eyes open.

"Master?"

Brother Wan, who was already extremely desperate, was surprised and surprised when he saw the old man appear.

However, just as he said it, the space above his head suddenly twisted, and with a snap, the figure of the old man in the cloud robe was directly sucked into the void and disappeared.

"This..."

"This is not the master's real body, but just a projection. His strength is too high, and this secret realm cannot accommodate him..." Yuan Junlong explained while searching around.

What made him slightly relieved was that the ugly gray-robed old man had been scared away at this time.

Hearing Yuan Junlong's words, Senior Brother Wan's expression suddenly relaxed. He thought his master was gone. When he found that the gray-robed old man had disappeared, he hurriedly said:

"Son, this place is no longer safe. Let's quickly collect herbs and leave. Find a place to heal your wounds first..."

"Yes."

Yuan Junlong nodded and walked towards the central area.

The ugly old man had already fled far away. He estimated that he would not come back in a short time. However, this time he lost his strongest life-saving trump card, which was really a loss.

However, this son obviously underestimated the knowledge and courage of the ugly old man.

The two had just walked out half a mile when a gray figure suddenly flew out of the mud a mile in front of them. Who else could it be but the ugly old man before?

The old man stood in the air and laughed: "You two, do you want to leave now? You don't take me seriously, do you?"

"How is it possible! You..." Seeing this, Yuan Junlong's face suddenly looked extremely ugly.

"Why, do you find it incredible? Little kid, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. You want to fight with me? Obediently die!"

The gray-clothed old man laughed strangely and waved his hands at the same time. A huge stone mountain immediately appeared above the two people's heads. Then his right hand turned into a palm and pressed down like lightning: "Die!"

The stone mountain fell down with a roar of thunder and thunder.

"Go, son of God!"

Senior Brother Wan's scalp numbed. He came in front of Yuan Junlong and pushed Yuan Junlong hard, pushing Yuan Junlong back more than ten steps.

However, the coverage area of ​​this stone mountain is too large. At this distance, it has no effect at all!

The two were extremely desperate!

But just when the rock mountain was about to crush the two men into pulp, a huge green brick suddenly flew out from the jungle behind them at high speed...