Chapter 892 Runaway in the Ancient Sea

Chapter 892 Battle Battle Battle

"Ji Hengyong! Withdraw! Withdraw!" Chang Wuhui didn't have the slightest intention to fight, and anxiously called Ji Hengyong to withdraw quickly. The horror in his heart couldn't be increased, Tong Yan actually tortured and killed his uncle Ling Feng? If it hadn't happened right before his eyes, just now, he would never have believed it!

Ji Hengyong wanted to retreat, but he couldn't retreat now. The white tiger slaughtered ferociously, and the barbaric attack was like a wave after wave, almost drowning him.

"Damn beast!" Chang Wuhui wanted to retreat by himself, but he rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and charged at Tong Yan with the golden knife. "Tong Yan, when I was arrogant, you still didn't know where to feed! If you are crazy about me, you deserve it too!"

"Master Tong, I'm crazy! I'm mad at you!"

"Look at the knife! Do you dare to pick it up?" Chang Wuhui suddenly turned halfway, swung the knife and slashed at Qin Ming who was in retreat not far away. The golden light was mighty, like a river tide raging, sweeping across the ruins, a dragon chant rang out on the battlefield, the golden light violently churned, and turned into a golden dragon soaring into the sky.

Tong Yan was about to kill Xiang Chang Wuhui, behind him Ziyan was surging, and a powerful beast spirit was conceived inside. However, the Mieshi Tianlong Saber is about to take shape, falling from the sky, and intends to slash at Qin Ming. Even if he could kill Chang Wuhui, Qin Ming would still be disabled if he didn't die, but if he rushed to save him, he would have to fight the Heavenly Dragon Saber himself.

Tong Yan's face was ferocious, without even thinking about it, Ziyan Wing struck violently, setting off a strong gust of wind and heat waves, and the whole person flipped up in the air, drew a large arc, and landed fifty times in front of Qin Ming at the fastest speed meters away. Almost at the same time, the golden dragon soared into the sky, coiled its giant sword, and descended from the sky with the might of collapsing mountains.

"Wow..." Tong Yan's long hair danced wildly, screaming in anger, and the surging purple flames were like a volcano erupting, shaking the earth to roar. In a moment of shock, life and death are in danger, there is no time to release martial arts, and you can only resist.

"Boom!" Mieshi Tianlong slashed down with force, sharp and violent, and with the violent sound of mountains collapsing and rivers turning upside down, it split the wave of purple flames in an instant, drowning Tong Yan, and the crowd in the distance screamed in shock. His eyes widened.

The red bright golden light turned the ruins into a golden lake tide, and the ground shook violently.

"Tong Yan!" Tong Dai and the others hissed in shock, their hearts almost reaching their throats.

"No!" Tong Xin had just arrived, and was so startled by this cruel scene that he almost fainted.

"Calling the soul! This young master is not dead yet!" Tong Yan roared, waving the gorgeous purple flame wings, rushed out of the golden light, and charged towards Chang Wuhui with the purple flame spear. The madness is still there, and the fighting spirit is overwhelming, but Tong Yan's clothes are in tatters, dripping with blood, and a hideous wound has spread from his left shoulder to his left leg. The bones and internal organs are clearly visible, and it is almost split in half. His arms were trembling and his left leg was drooping, which was shocking.

Tianlong Dao shocked him and almost killed him.

"Fight with me, you're still young." Chang Wuhui snorted coldly, riding the golden tide soaring into the sky, holding a golden knife in his hand, to face Tong Yan.

"Damn it, what should I do?" Fang Muge wished he could commit suicide himself, but the realm of the eighth heaven is really powerless to intervene, and it might drag Tong Yan down.

Feng Xiaoyao nodded secretly, he doesn't like Tong Yan's character very much, but appreciates Tong Yan's energy! He winked at Xiao Jiu in the distance, looking for an opportunity, kill!

Xiao Jiu raised her beautiful eyebrows, and her eyes slowly regained some spirit as if wandering. She stared at Chang Wuhui in the fierce battle, and slowly clenched the two-meter-long mace with her white and delicate hands.

The white tiger roared angrily, spewing out a boundless murderous aura. It knocked Ji Hengyong back for the seventeenth time, and three battle spears appeared behind him. They were shiny silver and covered with ancient and complicated patterns, bursting out with a murderous aura soaring to the sky, and the light was brilliant. The battle spear soared into the sky, and it exploded several times in an instant. Its roots were as powerful as the sky, as if forged from tiger bones. It was thick and cold, with a terrifying aura surging.

As soon as the battle spear came out, it immediately attracted the attention of the audience. The battle spear burst into a monstrous light, standing like three heavenly pillars under the moonlit night, impacting everyone's vision.

Xiao Huang and the others watched solemnly. The scene on Tongren Island is still fresh in their memory. When the White Tiger took out his spear, he tortured and killed the Red Flame Suzaku.

"Roar!" The white tiger roared, and rushed forward. The three spears turned their blades upside down, locked onto Ji Hengyong, lined up around the white tiger, and then charged towards Ji Hengyong. The ferocious aura and bloody power of killing filled the world, making the hearts of countless strong men tremble. Could this be the real inheritance of the white tiger? Otherwise, how could there be such a powerful ominous force.

Ji Hengyong looked dignified, but he was not very afraid. It was a moonlit night, the moon was shining brightly in the sky, and the moon was endless. For the Moon Worshipers, it was the most suitable time for fighting, and the fighting power would be at least 30% stronger than usual. He was clad in moonlight and stepped on the full moon. The boundless moonlight around him not only enveloped him, but also drowned out the mountains behind him and the crowds watching the battle.

When the white tiger arrived, the three spears seemed to rush out of hell, surging with the aura of catastrophe, the killing power was terrifying.

"Evil animal, die!" Ji Hengyong roared, a huge palm suddenly rushed out from the depths of the moonlight, like a white mountain pushing out, it was so huge that everyone felt their own insignificance in an instant. The palms were pushed flat, and they were suddenly closed, and they actually grabbed the white tiger, and they were closed hard, as if a piece of the world was backlogged.

"So strong!"

"The momentum of this blow is about to approach Shengwu."

"The moon worshipers under the moonlit night are the scariest."

"The white tiger is in danger."

There were exclamations in the mountains. Up to now, not many people thought about snatching treasures anymore. Qin Ming's toughness, Tong Yan's cruelty, and Baihu's ferocity all made them deeply afraid. At this moment, Ji Hengyong's killing As soon as the move was made, people once again felt the gap between themselves and these geniuses.

The palms were closed, holding the white tiger, an astonishing energy fluctuation erupted inside, the moonlight was shining brightly, illuminating the vast mountains, almost brighter than the bright moon.

Ji Hengyong is solemn and solemn, like a warrior under the moon, controlling the continuous impact of the surrounding moonlight on his palm, and the energy pours in continuously, turning it into a battlefield of death, trying to refine the white tiger to death.

Even if you are a half-blooded white tiger, so what?

My bloodline of the Moon Clan is no worse than your Monster Clan Supreme!

At this moment, the fierce battle in the distance suddenly changed.

The purple flames are like tides, and the golden light is like a river. With Tong Yan and Chang Wuhui's fierce fighting, they are constantly colliding. The area is flickering with strong light, and the killing momentum is shocking. Pieces of rubble are crushed, and the fragmented earth is broken. Unbearable, a deep pit of hundreds of meters was formed.

"See how long you can last!" Chang Wuhui slashed out heavy saber lights, like a curtain of death, covering Tong Yan, constantly shattering Tong Yan's offensive. He was so annoyed that he was about to use all his strength, why couldn't he kill Tong Yan? He was the top eight of the Dragon Rising Ranking back then, and it has been a long time since he was promoted to the Nine Heavens, so he should be stronger than Tong Yan. But Tong Yan only used the right half of his body to tenaciously resist his attack.

"Persist until you die!" Tong Yan's eyes burst out with two purple lights, piercing through the golden light, and hitting Chang Wuhui.

Chang Wuhui's shot was like lightning, he blocked it with a knife, and with a loud noise, he retreated more than ten steps, but blocked it forcefully. He sneered ferociously, did the skills end here? With a loud roar, the golden tide rolled all over him, like a golden frenzy, and he was about to fly into the air, killing Tong Yan.

However, the moment he leapt into the air, a petite figure suddenly appeared behind him. The angle, position, and attack speed seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, completely avoiding Chang Wuhui's thoughts. . Xiao Jiu was as startled as ever, without making any sound, the mace in his hand turned around suddenly, and blasted at Chang Wuhui's head.

Chang Wuhui was surrounded by golden light. He had just cast 'Golden Cyclone', and all his attention was on Tong Yan. He really didn't pay attention, and he didn't think there would be any danger. As a result... the ferocious smile was still frozen on his face, and his head froze. It broke with a bang! The strong golden light rolled up Chang Wuhui's headless corpse soaring into the sky, flew tens of meters away, and fell powerlessly.