Chapter 644 Battle of the Twin Towers
Once again, after fleeing because of their cowardice, Wang Wujian laughed, and the laughter was full of contempt for these people, which also increased the psychological burden of the next fighter, and even made the whole Fubozong lose face. How ironic it is that six elders who usually call for wind and rain are running away in front of an illusory dragon at this moment!
In addition to Sima Qingkong, one of the six elders could not afford to climb up for a long time, and the other three took the initiative to retreat. Only two took the initiative to unite to prepare for the attack of Zijin Kuanglong after seeing the current disadvantage.
The seven mountains symbolizing Fubozong appeared in front of them in an illusory state, and with the supply of their energy, the clarity of the seven mountains suddenly increased, forming a row in front of them like a row of fences.
"Can this also block my attack?"
Wang Wujian sneered disdainfully. �
The purple electric mad dragon flew over with the domineering attack just now, like a wooden stick in the rapid river, and hit the barrier formed by illusory mountains with a strong impact.
A strange golden light shot in all directions, notifying the huge plain in the blink of an eye. After a flash, it returned to calm.
It is impossible to find the figures of the two warriors again, because when the two were defeated and retreated, Wang Wujian had released the son of the dark and stared at them behind. The fact was not to his surprise. After the two elders retreated, they happened to hit the long-watering tentacles of the dark son, densely. The tentacles pierced their bodies, madly seized their energy, and sucked them into dry corpses in the blink of an eye. The body fell into the grass, and its existence could not be seen clearly.
"This, how can this be? Where are Lao Wu and Lao Liu?
Sima Qingkong shouted in shock. At least the strength of the two people is not much like their own fragrant tea, but it suddenly disappeared, which made him unable to believe it at all, especially that there is no shadow of death like now. What's more strange to him is that the energy of the purple gold dragon is not enough to make the two elders fly away. Is it Wang Wujian who took them with a treasure? Question mark
How's it going? Now you know how powerful I am, right?
Wang Wujian laughed disdainfully. Although he has endless energy, he can't stand the loss of such energy gathering. The attack just now made him lose more than half of his soul power. Although there is a turbid qi technique that can quickly convert aura into soul power, he also obviously feels that he can't make ends meet! No wonder countless teachers have stressed that the innovative must-kill skill must be based on the premise of saving soul power, and then the power. Otherwise, if the soul power is consumed after the success of the must-kill skill, then how to face the remaining enemies? Therefore, at this buffer moment, he must use this nonsense as a delay until he recovers seven or eight points before starting the battle.
"You are such a freak, but I don't believe you are really fearless!"
Sima Qingkong's face turned pale and said fiercely.
"Ha ha, I said it at the beginning. If you have any tricks, just take them out. Don't hide and pinch them. Otherwise, you can really be like your fifth and sixth. If you die, you won't have a chance."
Wang Wujian laughed lightly and said that he no longer paid attention to this Fu Bozong.
"Then let me show you the power of the seven pagoda mountains, the treasure of Fubozong's Zhenzong!"
Sima Qingkong raised his voice, as if the seven pagoda mountains were his spiritual pillars. Just saying his name could make him feel much more excited.
"Ha ha, then come on. You have a tower, and I also have a tower. We are more powerful than anyone else's tower!"
Wang Wujian smiled. �
"Seven Pagoda Mountain, show up!" �
After singing a few spells in a low voice, Sima Qingkong shouted loudly and raised his hands high, as if to release a powerful energy.
A magnificent, small and exquisite tower appeared above Sima Qingkong's head, as if it was created out of thin air. It was extremely magical. Coupled with the gorgeous golden light shining around it, it made people look relaxed and happy. It is indeed a good treasure!
The doormen of Fubozong present were very excited, and their earthy gray faces were full of exhilaration. They seemed to see hope in despair. They were all surprised and couldn't wait for it to exert its legendary power.
But Wang Wujian disdained it. With his sixth sense, he could conclude that the energy of the seven pagoda mountain was definitely not as good as his own death tower, and there was even a big gap. However, no matter what, Wang Wujian did not dare to be careless and still treated it as a strong enemy. After all, he was the treasure of Fubozong's Zhenzong, and his strength should not be underestimated. .
Compared with the Death Tower, the Seven Pagodas Mountain do not have the amplification function, but the small body does not affect people's contempt for its terrorist power.
"I'll fight with you!"
The corners of Sima Qingkong's mouth squirmed and began to recite the spell again, but this time the frequency was much faster, as if he was afraid that Wang Wujian would launch an attack at this time.
In fact, Wang Wujian did not intend to attack after he finished reading the spell. His mind moved and suspended the death tower as tall as a mountain in the air to crush it. The excessive momentum made the air make huge waves, even like a tornado spinning from the sky to the ground, uprooting the weeds on the ground. The flame was strong and very horrible.
Such a terrible scene immediately made Huang Hui on the face of the disciples of Fubozong present shudled, because the death tower was too powerful, at least in terms of momentum, it completely exploded seven pagoda mountains.
It really can't affect the continuation of the battle. Sima Qingkong secretly scolded Wang Wujian and could only bravely let the seven-headed pagoda mountains meet him. He even hated his way of fighting - every time he had to use spells to stimulate energy. Such a way of fighting was an incomparable drawback and fatal in the face of Wang Wujian, a strong man who did not follow common sense.
After a loud "bang" sound, Wang Wujian felt physical pain for the first time in today's battle. He couldn't help but retreat a few meters to stabilize. His appearance looked calm. In fact, his body was full of pain, and his internal organs were really painful, and his soul power was also fluttering because of the shock. The body is more painful and unbearable.
Sima Qingkong on the other side did not have this patience. Of course, he could not stand the pain after being severely damaged. He screamed and spewed out a large mouthful of blood and flew away. The crimson blood pulled out a long red line in the air, which looked very strange.
The two pagodas are different. The death tower is forced back. It looks huge. It seems to have a greater loss in this confrontation, but in fact, what is really damaged are the seven pagoda mountains, because three of his seven heads have been knocked down, and now the seven pagoda mountains are no longer complete. After dropping three heads, its energy has also become much smaller.
This kind of endgame makes all the people of Fubo Sect feel desperate. There is nothing to look forward to after coming here. The suzerain is seriously injured, and the treasure of Zhenzong is also damaged. What else can be able to win back the disadvantage? What's more, even if you defeat Wang Wujian, there are still 8,000 warriors waiting in the sky.
"Don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore, I surrender, I want to surrender!" �
Chu Jueyao, who had just been shocked, shouted again that the strong aftershocks had made him feel incomparable despair and pain as a person who did not have much energy to use.
"You, you scum, the disaster of the destruction of the sect is coming, you, you actually defected? You are a sneaky little man!"
Sima Qing was so angry that he pointed to him and scolded fiercely. That's all he can do now. Just now, his body suffered a lot of eye trauma, and because of the excessive damage, it is not enough to carry out the next round of resistance.
"How many people are willing to surrender now?" �
Wang Wujian glanced at the trembling Fubozong and asked loudly. �
The crowd was stunned by the big collision just now. Where can they talk? Even if there is, they dare not say it because of their inner role, but they are looking forward to the suzerain Sima Qingkong's voluntary surrender, which will save the next trouble.
"No?"
Wang Wujian smiled evilly and focused his eyes on Sima Qingkong. Without saying a word, he ordered the Death Tower to hit the Seven Pagodas again.
This time, the seven pagoda mountains are no longer controlled by Sima Qingkong. It can only be their own instinct to fight. Such a simple confrontation can't resolve and resist the abnormal attack of the death tower.
After a loud bang, three more heads fell from the seven pagoda mountains, leaving only one head on the side.
"Haha, anyone else has surrendered?" �
Wang Wujian laughed disdainfully. �
"You, you, you bully people too much..."
Sima Qingkong pointed to him angrily and shouted, but this could not organize Wang Wujian's attack. Seeing that the death evil tower fell down again towards the seven pagodas that were about to be broken, Sima Qingkong was furious, but then shouted and rose to the sky, injecting powerful energy into the seven pagodas with his own energy, and also strengthening him to attack the death evil pagoda.
But what he didn't expect was that when Wang Wujian saw his life-threate blow, he immediately released the Lingyu tree, and the two artifacts fought against the seven pagoda mountains at the same time. Two lights flashed, and the result was self-evident that the seven pagoda mountains were broken into bones. Sima Qingkong rushed over the tragic way. The armor burst and flew backwards out with blood all over. Several warriors hurried up and followed it. At this moment, Sima Qing's air was in a hurry, as if it had reached the end of her life.
The suzerain was dying, but the others did not intend to avenge him. Instead, they stared at each other with condescenance, and their thoughts were self-evident.
Seeing that all his men had lost the will to fight, Sima Qingkong sighed in a long breath, and a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat. After twitching fiercely a few times, he lost his movement.
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