Chapter 3873

Sikong Qiyu was scared out of his wits. At the moment when Shi Shenhong bound Zhuo Wen, he spread his body method and tried his best to escape to the distance.

After the three fire real mirror's offensive failed, he knew that he would never have a chance to kill Shi Shenhong again.

Boom!

The terrible momentum resounded from the space on the side of Sikong Qiyu, and then the space collapsed. A powerful magic gun swept at Sikong Qiyu's ribs at an extremely tricky angle to do harm.

Sikong Qiyu's pupils were tiny. He stepped out of his mysterious steps and barely avoided the magic gun.

The magic gun swept from his side, and then under Sikong Qiyu's incredible eyes, the magic gun glanced fiercely, and the gun body hit Sikong Qiyu's ribs heavily.

Pooh!

Sikong Qiyu vomited a mouthful of blood and flew out in a panic. The terrible gun penetrated into his body like maggots and wantonly damaged his whole body meridians.

One palm suddenly grasped the handle of the magic gun, and then the space was broken, and Shi Shenhong's arrogant figure stepped out.

"I am a person who cherishes talents. If you were not a member of the family, I would spare your life!"

Speaking of this, Shi Shenhong sighed with regret and continued: "unfortunately, you are a member of the Secretary's family, so you must die!"

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, Shi Shenhong's eyes were killing. His right foot crossed, and many virtual shadows overlapped in the air, while he appeared in front of Sikong Qiyu before the virtual shadow disappeared.

Sikong Qiyu sighed. He knew that today he died and escaped.

Since he must die, he would rather die in war.

Keng!

The cold light rose and broke through the sky. Sikong Qiyu pulled out the magic knife. The sense of war was overwhelming in his eyes, and the light of the knife flickered.

"Senseless resistance!"

A mocking look flashed in Shi Shenhong's eyes. His magic gun swept out of his hand. The shadow of the gun flickered and was mighty.

Just listen to the clang, the knife and gun touch, burst out a dazzling fire in the void, and layers of invisible energy ripples spread in all directions in a circular direction.

Shi Shenhong has a magic gun in his hand. The offensive is open and close, and his power is vast. He looks like an invincible God.

Sikong Qiyu almost tried his best to resist, but all his heavy sword intentions were easily dissolved by Shi Shenhong.

Sikong Qiyu sadly found that the gap between him and Shi Shenhong was too big.

Not only the gap in cultivation, but also the artifact they hold.

Sikong Qiyu's magic sword is only a sixth order artifact to break the sky, while Shi Shenhong's magic gun is a seventh order artifact to break the sky. They are not at the same level at all.

Click!

The two fought for hundreds of rounds. Suddenly, the magic knife in Sikong Qiyu's hand sounded a palpitating sound. Then Sikong Qiyu was shocked to find that countless cracks appeared on the surface of his magic knife.

These cracks are as messy and dense as cobwebs, and constantly diffuse around the blade surface like living creatures. Finally, under a crisp sound, the divine blade collapsed and broke into countless pieces of metal.

Shi Shenhong smiled grimly. He suddenly tightened his right hand holding the gun body, and then his wrist shook. The magic gun swept across and hit Sikong Qiyu's chest.

Pooh!

Sikong Qiyu vomited a mouthful of blood. His chest was sunken for several inches. He fell awkwardly from the air, smashed several peaks, and finally fell back in a valley.

Shi Shenhong fell in the valley without expression and silently looked at Sikong Qiyu lying in the middle of the valley.

Sikong Qiyu also looked at Shi Shenhong silently, with despair and resentment in his eyes.

"Sikong Qiyu, your biggest failure is to cooperate with Zhuo Wen and expose your identity too early!" Shi Shenhong said indifferently.

"There's nothing to say about becoming a king and defeating an enemy!" Sikong Qiyu said this and closed his eyes silently.

He has accepted his fate and has been lurking for nearly ten thousand years just to kill Shi Shenhong.

But after today, he lost all opportunities and even his life.

Shi Shenhong's face was expressionless. His right palm surged with divine power and showed a divine power rope to completely bind Sikong Qiyu.

Shi Shenhong picked up Sikong Qiyu and left the valley.

After a while, he came to Zhuo Wen's place again.

Zhuo Wen sat listlessly in the light mask formed by the ring. He heard the wind flashed by Shi Shenhong's body, slowly raised his head, and his eyes were full of unwilling.

Shi Shenhong silently looked at the light on the surface of the mask, which was a little dim, sneered and said, "this ring is also an artifact that breaks the seventh order of the sky. In your state, it can't be broken at all. Don't struggle in vain."

Zhuo Wen's face was gloomy, especially when he saw the half dead Sikong Qiyu in Shi Shenhong's hand, a look of despair rose in his heart.

The gap between him and Shi Shenhong is too big. His current cultivation is just the middle stage of the transformation of virtual God. Even the cultivation of divine soul is just breaking the six changes in the sky.

The reason why he dared to join hands with Sikong Qiyu to deal with Shi Shenhong mainly depended on the power of the three fire true mirror.

Unfortunately, the three fire real mirror was on the verge of success.

Now, he has no means to deal with Shi Shenhong.

Now he is the fish on Shi Shenhong's chopping board, which he can slaughter.

Seeing that Zhuo Wenmo was silent, Shi Shenhong frowned slightly and continued, "you don't have to pretend to be dumb. Now hand over the three fire real mirror, maybe I can get off lightly."

Zhuo Wen sneered and still didn't speak. He knew that it was useless to say anything.

With a cold hum, Shi Shenhong mentioned Zhuo Wen's collar and pulled off the ring between his fingers impolitely.

However, after his mind destroyed the prohibition on the surface of the spirit ring, his face suddenly became not very good-looking.

Because he only found a small amount of chaotic spar and low-level divine medicine in the spirit ring, and there was no trace of the three fire true mirror at all.

"Come on! Where the hell is the three fire mirror? Eh? There's something else on you?"

Shi Shenhong said, and suddenly made a light sound. When he scanned Zhuo Wen, he noticed something strange.

Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly. His big world has always been hidden, which is difficult for ordinary monks to detect.

Can Shi Shenhong be aware of his big world?

Shi Shenhong scanned again, his eyes showing a mocking look.

Then Zhuo Wen saw Shi Shenhong holding a magic gun and suddenly hurled it at his shoulder.

At that time, the surrounding space collapsed where the magic gun passed.

Shi Shenhong's magic gun, called Wuji broken empty gun, can shuttle through most of the dimensional space at will.

Zhuo Wen's big world, in essence, can be regarded as a kind of dimensional space.

With the characteristics of limitless broken empty gun, it is not difficult to break the dimensional space and find the big world of Zhuo Wen.

Pooh!

Zhuo Wen's shoulder blades were punctured, and blood splashed out. Bright blood rain splashed in the air and rustled down.

In the big world, if the sloppy Taoist sitting cross legged by the lake feels it, he suddenly stands up and looks at the sky of the big world solemnly.

Dao Kong still had a giggle on his face. He squatted aside as if he were dementia and scrawled something on the mud. When he looked carefully, it was the same pattern as a ghost amulet.