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In fact, Zhang Xiaojian had already prepared for it. When everyone joined hands, she also took a hand, but she didn't use ten percent of her strength.

Four people work together to strike, all kinds of colors of light dazzling, such an attack, we feel completely grasp and directly kill the other party.

Even if it can't be killed, the other party will be seriously injured.

After a loud bang, Qingguo felt a sharp pain in his chest. He stepped back more than ten steps and nearly fell down.

Clearly, Kong Zhi two people look more embarrassed, the whole figure behind the fly out, fall on the ground, pale face.

Only Zhang Xiaojian was OK. She shook her body and frowned.

Four people's faces changed in an instant, and Wanmo Zhenjun unexpectedly hit the next four people together. This is incredible.

Before a few people react, the gloomy cold laughter has covered all around, shaking people's heart is particularly uncomfortable.

At the same time, a shadow after the first set, dark red knife light directly cut like Zhang Xiaojian's head. Fast, almost unresponsive speed.

Zhang Xiaojian's reaction was quick enough. Almost at the same time when the laughter came, a sneer appeared from the corner of his mouth. As soon as his hand was shaking, four Zhenyuan swords suddenly formed on his head. The thunder arcs wound on the top of his head, and then he cleaved against the other party's ghost knife.

After the roaring sound, the ghost sword disappeared. In an instant, the gathered Zhenyuan sword was shaken apart and turned into four mouths. The light was dim in an instant.

"Not bad." The other side is a burst of sneer, a figure has appeared not far away.

This time, several people can see clearly that the opposite is not the real king of the devil.

It's just different from the beginning. Wanmozhenjun's face is ferocious, his eyes are red and his whole body is covered with a layer of black fog. Where is there any kind appearance.

What makes people even more strange is that, at the moment of his appearance, the black fog around him was continuously shrouded, forming a small whirlpool on his head, and then, a more thick black air slowly entered his body.

Zhang Xiaojian's heart was chilly with ten thousand demons in her body. The ghost of this place is inexhaustible. No wonder the old monster chose this place to fight with himself, and he still had a plan in mind.

At this time, Qingguo, clearly, several empty wisdom people also gathered around, coldly looking at the old monster opposite.

"Cut off the black fog on his head, or we won't win at all." To be clear.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't speak, just staring at the real king of Wanmo.

Qingguo nodded and said, "let's divide our work. Let's deal with the black fog on his head. Let Zhang Xiaojian deal with the real king of ten thousand demons."

Zhang Xiaojian still did not speak, eyes are still staring at the old monster opposite.

"You must say something." Kong Zhi is a little worried.

"Do it." At this time, Zhang Xiaojian suddenly called out, and the golden light of her whole body suddenly soared. All the 16 Zhenyuan swords flew out, and instantly enveloped the real king of ten thousand demons.

After hearing Zhang Xiaojian's words, Qingguo didn't have any hesitation. He chopped the Dragon blade across the board, using a move that made the world colorless.

A silver white light suddenly appeared on the top of the head of Wanmo Zhenjun. The moment the light appeared, the chill of bone marrow suddenly made countless ice crystals appear in the air.

In the next second, a huge wall of ice actually crossed the head of wanmozhenjun, completely cutting off the contact between the black fog and him.

Clearly, a wave, a purple gold bell suddenly appeared in the hand, jingling sound is endless, but it sounds like the Sanskrit in Buddhism.

The sound waves rippled in circles, even with the sound of breaking the sky, like black fog cut in the past.

Master kongzhi is not polite. A string of Buddha beads on his hand shine three times, and the rune will turn, and the black fog will be enveloped in it instantly.

For a time, the sound of ghosts crying and howling in the black fog is endless, which sounds very worrying.

The black fog was shrouded in a sudden attack, cutting off contact with the old monster.

The whirlpool suddenly disappeared, like some place behind it retreated back. However, this state is only a moment. In the next second, the black fog has become more fierce. The black whirlpool runs at high speed and continuously gushes out from the dark place.

They collided with the bells, Sanskrit, the golden light of Buddha beads, and the ice walls, making a terrible creaking sound. They were equally matched for a time.

After Zhang Xiaojian trapped the opponent with 16 Zhenyuan swords, she was a little more stable. To deal with these magic skills, Zhenyuan sword still had a hundred trials.

However, the old monster in Zhenyuan sword didn't see that he was panicked. Instead, he sneered. I don't know what's on my mind.

Now, there's no time to think too much about it. Go ahead. Zhang Xiaojian's hand constantly pinches the Jue to chant the mantra, one move thunderbolt already formed.

"Out." Zhang Xiaojian called out. The sixteen Zhenyuan swords thundered in an instant, and the body of the sword had changed color. From the original gold, has become purplish red.Countless thunder arcs came out of the sword, forming a net full of thunder arcs, which slowly shrouded the body of an old monster.

At that moment, the old monster showed a little panic. The ghost knife in his hand was thrown in the air. After the spirit power was injected, the ghost knife flew out horizontally. It seemed that it was ready to cut a gap and then rush out.

Where could Zhang Xiaojian give him such a chance? She gave him a gloomy smile. Jin Leisi PA was already suspended in the air, tightly covering the thunder net formed by Zhenyuan sword.

When the ghost knife and the thunder net collide together, the thick thunder arc rattles on it. The originally black light floating and powerful ghost knife lost its direction at that moment.

Wanmo Zhenjun was stunned for a moment. Then he waved. The ghost knife had returned to his hand. A mouthful of black blood sprayed on it. The ghost knife suddenly became bigger, and the shadow of a monster could be seen on it.

"Kill." With a roar, the ghost sword flies out again.

Not only that, but also a red bead spit out from his mouth. He can't say what his name is. It makes people feel like an animal's inner elixir.

At this time, the ghost knife has already cut on the thunder net, and the result is no different from that of the first time, but the stimulating thunder net shrinks more quickly.

Zhang Xiaojian's face is a little pale. Although the ghost Sabre has not broken the thunder net, the thunder attribute spiritual power consumed at that moment is quite huge. If it goes on like this, Zhang Xiaojian really doesn't know what the result will be.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Xiaojian quickly threw two pills into her mouth, but just as the psychic power just recovered, something incredible happened.