"One, two, three, four ... a total of fifty-seven marquis of Rakshasa, the most powerful of which is quite scary, and should be a first-class marquis. In addition, there are two third-class marquises. marquis."

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and said to himself.

Wu Qingmo's pampered body curled up next to Zhang Ruochen, stretched out two long fingers, and gently pulled Zhang Ruochen's corner of clothing, and said, "Are they trying to catch Sister Nalan?"

"Suppress them and ask them in person, isn't it?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Qi Qingmo quickly shook his head and whispered carefully: "They are too many, and there is a first-class marquis. The first-class marquis' strength is quite scary ..."

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen raised the monument shield and smashed the wall of the ancient maple tree. The other, carrying the green ink curled up like a duck, rushed towards the Marquis of Rakshasa.

Wu Qingmo was startled, and could not help but make a scream.

罗 The marquis of Rakshasa were all shocked, and they turned the evil spirits in their bodies and made a defensive posture.

Obviously, they were all battle-hardened and reacted quite quickly.

Zhang Ruochen raised the monument shield and did not trigger the inscription on the shield. He directly swiped at the nearest fifth-rank Marquis of Rakshasa.

"Clap."

There was a bang in the body of the fifth-class marquis, and a large piece of bone collapsed and turned into powder.

After he fell to the ground, the fifth-level marquis bleed with seven quizzles and shivered, unable to get up from the ground.

Looking at Zhang Ruochen's eyes, he looked around, and found that in the center of the marquis of Rakshasa, there was a fire, on which four holy saints of human races were driving.

Four long iron thorns pierced the bodies of the four human saints, as if they were baking four beasts, and their skin and meat had been roasted to golden brown.

This scene shows Zhang Ruochen's scalp tingling.

According to the book, the Rakshas like to eat human flesh.

的 The flesh of the holy saints is delicious among them.

Zhang Ruochen placed Qing Mo on the ground and rushed to kill him again.

"Bold, Lord Feng Xinghou is here, do you dare to do it?"

A series of thirteen marquis of Rakshasa, each grabbing a weapon, rushed up, and attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

Zhang Ruochen killed a fifth-class marquise with a single blow, and the ordinary marquis naturally dared not take the shot. At this moment, the marquis who attacked Zhang Ruochen were all fourth-rank marquis and third-rank marquis.

Especially two third-class marquises, the strength is comparable to the Holy.

二 The two of them each have a tower-shaped Qianwen holy weapon, which inspired Qianwen's destruction.

In Zhang Ruochen's body, the holy air was like a river rushing, making a rumbling sound.

He threw his arm, smashed the monument shield, and hit one of the fourth-class marquises. At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's hands showed the illusion of a dragon and an elephant, sounded the sound of the dragon chanting and howling, and slammed into the two towers with thousands of patterns.

"Boom."

The two giant towers were knocked back with their palms.

The two third-class marquises also flew out like parabola, vomiting blood from their mouths, with a look of horror in their eyes, and they dared not imagine that the strength of each other was so strong.

Before they fell to the ground, Zhang Ruochen condensed a large handprint that was dozens of feet long, and shot the two into the ground. The flesh burst and opened, leaving only two **** skeletons.

Suddenly, two third-class marquises were killed, and Zhang Ruochen was utterly fierce.

Those other Marquis of Rakshasa were also frightened, and did not dare to confront Zhang Ruochen again, and backed up all the way to Feng Xinghou.

The height of Fengfeng Xinghou is about two meters and three meters, his arms are stout, and his whole body is covered with strange lines of magic lines, standing there, like a towering magic mountain that has never changed.

Feng Feng Xinghou looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully and sneered: "In the seven realms of Shatuo, there are few people like you. Who are you?"

"God in the cold world, Zhang Ruochen."

"It turns out you are Zhang Ruochen."

Feng Xinghou's face showed a look of astonishment.

"Battle." Zhang Ruochen roared.

The battle here will definitely attract other saints and Marquis of Rakshasa, so Zhang Ruochen must make a quick decision.

"Wow--"

The sacred flower rushed out of Zhang Ruochen's body, and a turquoise vine extended, rushing towards the Marquis of Rakshasa. The vines were intertwined with lightning filaments, and once they entangled the Marquis of Rakshasa, they could not break free at all.

The Marquis of Rakshasa kept on fighting and wanted to cut off the vine, but the vine's toughness was far beyond their imagination. It was no different from a chain of gods.

"This is the legendary ferocious plant-eating sacred flower, and someone can conquer it."

"Sheng Shenghua is quite high on the" Fungous Plant Ranking List ". I thought they were extinct, but I did not expect that another plant appeared."

Uh ...

The Marquis of Rakshasa was strangled by vines, and then dragged into the ground, turning into nutrients for sacred flowers.

Gao Xinghou stared with a stare in his eyes, and a dark red evil spirit burst into his body, and all the vines rushing towards him flew out. Subsequently, he rushed forward, punching Zhang Ruochen with a punch.

Xuan Feng Xinghou saw that Zhang Ruochen was the master, and the food holy flower was only his parasitic plant.

As long as Zhang Ruochen is killed, the holy flower will naturally die with it.

"Good job."

The sound of Wanlong roar sounded in Zhang Ruochen's body, and the body burned and blasted out with one palm.

The blow hit each other with a punch and a palm, and a loud noise broke out.

The vigorous waves rushing out of the urn shattered the surrounding trees into urn powder, and even Qing Mo and the Marquis of Rakshasa went backwards.

If there were not a lot of space inscriptions in the dense forest, the destructive force caused by this impact would spread to a fairly wide area.

A lot of saints and marquis of Rakshasa were shocked. Among them, some powerful characters rushed past the position of battle fluctuations.

Xi Feng Xinghou was beaten backwards, and his amulet 箓 was constantly bursting.

The human race opposite him was too tough to stop.

I should know that Feng Xinghou once fought ten moves against a one-step holy king, and he did not fall.

"How is that possible? In the realm of true sacredness, the strength is not weaker than one step of the sacred king, and it is too abnormal! No wonder Shaojun wants to get rid of him so much, this person is indeed a huge threat."

Feng Feng Xinghou took a deep breath, and the magic pattern on his body appeared a dark red light, a breath unique to the Great Saint, exuding from the magic pattern.

"The Power of the Great Saint."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes froze slightly, and then he went all out to mobilize the fire of net extinction and bombarded the past with one palm.

"Dragon Elephant Furnace."

The palm of Zhang Ruochen is even brighter than a round of hot sun, and the heat emitted seems to melt the whole world.

The light from the magic pattern on Fengfeng Xinghou turned half of the dense forest into a dark world, with a roar in his mouth: "God God."

A harsh howling sounded.

Then, a large dark hand protruded from Feng Xing's body, holding a sharp thorn, and colliding with the palm print made by Zhang Ruochen.

"Crap."

The power of annihilating God's fire destroyed the dark hands.

Zhang Ruochen's palm hit Feng Xinghou's body, and Feng Xinghou's body was sunk, his body like a shell, flying backwards.

Zhang Ruochen chased up, not giving Feng Xinghou a chance to fight back, and continued to palm.

"嘭 嘭."

He made dozens of handprints in a row, and each hit caused Feng Xinghou's body to deform, and almost all the bones in his body were broken.

Even if Feng Xinghou's body was engraved with a large holy moire, he could not resist it, and the net extinction fire penetrated into his body, and then he turned into a fireball and burned.

By the time Zhang Ruochen took the palm of his hand, Feng Xinghou's body had been burned to ashes, leaving only one holy source suspended in the center of the flame, exuding a bright brilliance.

Zhang Ruochen didn't try to catch Feng Xinghou and asked for valuable things from his mouth.

After all, Feng Xinghou is too powerful. With Zhang Ruochen's current strength, he can defeat him and even kill him, but it is impossible to control him.

Zhang Wanchen star exploded the holy source, Zhang Ruochen had a hard time running away.

Therefore, he can only be killed in the most decisive way without giving him any chance of returning to the same goal.

In the other direction, the battle has ended. Except for one live mouth, all the Marquis of Rakshasa were killed. It is worth mentioning that Qing Mo also killed three Rakshasa marquises and was collecting blood.

活 That living mouth is a seventh-class marquis.

Zhang Ruochen noticed that there were a number of powerful creatures, and he was coming here. So, he immediately took the food holy flower back into his body, one with green ink and the other with the seventh-level marquis, and quickly left the dense forest.

A moment later, a black evil mist fell from the sky and appeared in the dense forest.

Standing in the mist of evil, Shaojun Lingquan glanced around, his nose sniffed lightly, and then a flame burst into his eyes: "Within a quarter of an hour, Feng Xinghou was killed. Who is it? great power?"

"唰 唰."

The sound of breaking wind sounded.

Nine consecutive first-class marquises rushed from all directions and appeared around Master Lingquan, all examining traces on the ground for clues.

"Feng Xinghou was burned to death by the net annihilation fire. In addition, there are a large number of corpses of Marquis Rakshasa underground, all of which have been drained of Holy Power and blood."

"Will there be any powerful person in the seven realms of Shatuo ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Break through the realm of the Holy King before killing Feng Xinghou?"

"Among the seven realms of Shatuo, there are only a handful of people who can control the annihilation of God's fire. One of the gods in the Guanghan world is one of them."

Uh ...

The nine first-class marquises were all geniuses among the geniuses, and the strong among the strong, found a lot of traces, made various analyses, and even guessed Zhang Ruochen's body.

Master Shao Lingquan's eyes were cold, and he stared at a beautiful Raksha girl, saying, "Immortal Hou, can you trace the direction of his escape?"

Wu Xianzhu Hou frowned and shook his head, and said, "The man's body should be a treasure with masking scent and heavenly abilities, even if this prince uses heavenly magical calculations, he can't follow them."

"Your mental strength has reached the level of the Holy King, and you can't even follow him. It seems that you can only wait for him to show up."

Shao Lingquan's double fists squeezed tightly, and there was a premonition that the person who killed Feng Xinghou was probably the **** of the Guanghan world.

"Go, catch the Confucian monk first. This time, Ben Shaojun took the shot himself to see where she could escape."

Wu Lingquan Shaojun, with nine first-class marquises, rushed into the ground and left the place.

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