The heavy rain was torrential, and the night sky flashed dozens of kilometers of lightning from time to time.
Shenwu City is full of solemn meaning.
Because of the bullying of the White Tiger tribe, and because of the short-tempered hot tempers of Xiaomo and Maomao, several White Tiger guards were killed. Then dozens of White Tiger elite guards were attacked, and the entire inn was destroyed. .
And they rushed to the end of the street, and then separated.
"Bald guy, there won't be any trouble with the little devil, right?"
"Hey, blame me, if I held it back then, it would be fine, and I won't cause such a big disaster." The frown frowned, deep self-blame, and cold eyes swept the surrounding several immortal peak masters. I couldn't help feeling tight and worried for the little demon.
Meng Lei was like a giant King Kong Buddha, and his breath was very compelling. He said, "I can't bear it anymore. If you don't go crazy, I will punch them to death. The White Tigers deceived people so much that they didn't do anything at all. We keep it in mind."
"Why do the disciples of the Azure Dragon clan die and say that we are the murderers?"
Maomao said angrily: "That's right, we haven't even seen a member of the Azure Dragon clan, how can we kill it?"
The two were back to back, surrounded by a group of people, it was impossible to leave.
"Rumble..."
"Wow..."
…
The rain is getting bigger and bigger, Monray's clothes are drenched, and his eyes are like torches.
"Om..."
Jianming suddenly started, and the cold light flickered.
Suddenly.
The two disciples of the White Tiger clan slashed through the night sky with their long swords, and a breath of a tiger in the forest erupted from their bodies. At the same time, their power suddenly increased, stimulating the blood of the white tiger in the body, and the whole person looked like a fierce tiger. .
Before Meng Lei rushed out, Mao Mao's eyes twisted, and he uttered the roar of a blood-eyed mane lion up to the sky, stunned the night sky, and then his hands were in a grasping shape, with a fierce grasp, the two four-leaf wind blades were like shining giants. The knife, shining bright white light under the lightning.
Before the sword qi hits, Mao Mao's arms doubled as thick, and the veins violently flicked.
The wind blade whizzed up.
With gusts of gusts of wind, the rain dripping on the wind blade took advantage of the trend and turned into countless sword rain under the impact of huge power, like bullets fired at high speed, rushing towards the sword energy inspired by the immortal power.
"Little Wind Blade, I can't help myself..."
The voice of contempt sounded.
The long sword slashed, and the immortal divine power in the two of them skyrocketed again, and the wind blades released by Mao Mao were not in their eyes. They were only in the realm of saints. No matter how strong it is, there can be no immortal divine power. Rainbow, unbiased and headed up.
"Hey-hey… "
"Baldhead, it's up to you."
Maomao showed a tricky trick, and there was a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corner of his mouth.
With a move of Meng Lei's eyes, the rain around his body bounced away, and his fists were smashed. At the moment when the long sword collided with the Hairy Windblade, his hind legs propped up, and the speed flashed out, rushing out like an electric flash, and a faint flash of light flashed out of his body. The halo faintly radiated from his body.
"boom!"
"Boom..."
The long sword slashed down the wind blade heavily, and the wind blade exploded, and a cloud of white smoke spread quickly without being restricted by the rain washing. At this time, the hearts of the two white tiger disciples suddenly sank. Knowing that they had been fooled, and when they were about to quit, a giant Vajra Buddha suddenly appeared.
The power in the fists was so powerful that they hit their chests heavily.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
There were two dull knocks, the two of them dragged their feet on the ground, their entire bodies sunken in, their eyes protruding, and the corners of their mouths were flying upside down, flying from the street to the end of the street. Four deep lines were drawn on the street. Gully.
"Puff, puff."
Blood spurted wildly, and the two fainted, completely losing their fighting ability.
"It's two wastes again, the people of the White Tiger tribe are nothing more than that." Mao Mao's expression was cold and disdainful, and the anger he received today finally vented out. He looked at the remaining disciples of the White Tiger tribe with cold eyes, and said coldly: "If you don't accept it, don't accept it. Come up and see how Lao Tzu killed you."
Extremely domineering.
suddenly.
A few dark shadows in the night sky came in an instant, and fell heavily, and the bluestone floor under my feet cracked, his eyes were murderous, and he stared at Mao Mao coldly, saying: "It's a big breath, the realm of the little saint is so arrogant. , Don’t let you know a little bit as if I’m no one in the White Tiger clan?"
The three black shadows that fell were Murong Wu, Murong Kuang, and Murong Liang.
The three of them are all in the pinnacle state of the immortal god of war, outstanding among the young elites of the White Tiger tribe. They are only one step away from the immortal supreme state. They just heard Maomao's words and their hearts were furious, and they couldn't bear it for a moment.
Maomao looked slightly surprised, but was stopped by Meng Lei when he was about to speak.
"Immortal God of War peak powerhouse, you are not their opponent." Meng Lei's eyes sank, standing in front of Maomao, looking at Murong Wu said: "Why are we besieging us? Do you think we will be the murderers of the Qinglong clan? ?"
"At first thought it was."
"Not anymore."
Murong Wu said truthfully, their strength is only in the realm of saints, even if they have the power to reach the sky, it is impossible to kill the immortal supreme Azure Dragon disciple, and it is still a flash, which is simply impossible.
"Since we are not murderers, why are we chasing us?" Meng Lei frowned. He now knows the dominance of the White Tiger clan. He knows that they are not murderers, but he keeps chasing after him. Now he is even stronger than the Immortal God of War. They are all sent out, and it seems that they are determined to kill.
Murong Wu smiled faintly, and said: "Because we need to give Qinglong and the Vermilion Bird an explanation, and you just hit the gun, your fate is not good. Who told you to kill my disciple of the White Tiger tribe? Just settle everything. In your head, we have not only explained to them, but also avenged the dead disciples."
"So you must die!"
"It's your bad luck, haha..."
"Ha ha… "
Murong Kuang and Murong Liang laughed long.
"Hold."
"I know that the Baihu tribe has no good people. They are all a bunch of despicable people. What are the four god beast families, shit, really fucking embarrassing." Mao Mao was angry and cursed directly.
"court death!"
Murong Wu's eyes widened, the majestic immortal divine power gushing out frantically, killing intent in secret.
The other two were also exuding true energy, the immortal God of War's spiritual coercion struck Mao Mao's sea of consciousness like a mountain, and instantly suppressed Mao Mao's face. Suddenly, Mao Mao's face was pale, and his whole body was weak.
Facing the spiritual coercion of the immortal God of War, he could not resist at all.
And this time.
The halo emanating from the mysterious graphic on Meng Lei’s chest became a bit intense. Before Murong Wu’s impact, his figure was like a ghost, and the fluorescent light flashed in the night sky. Down.
Murong Kuang and Murong's conscience were shocked, and they had to put away their mental coercion and retreat a few steps.
Mao Mao's mental coercion was relieved and his consciousness was restored. Meng Lei supported his back, then violently withdrew, and shouted: "Escape!!!"
Mao Mao's eyes were taken aback.
The brow furrowed fiercely, and his eyes showed a trace of dismay, "Baldhead, you must live."
"Swish..."
The figure shuttled out like the wind.
Murong Wu did not move, nor did the other two chase them. At the same time, the faces of the three of them showed a faint smile.
"Boom!"
There was a dull crash in the darkness, and then Mao Mao fell down like a broken kite, standing alone in the dark void, who was also an elite disciple of the White Tiger clan in the immortal God of War realm, Murong Xuan.
Meng Lei did not expect that there was an immortal God of War powerhouse hidden around him.
Maomao's face was pale, his life hanging by a thread, raised his eyes to look at Meng Lei, smiled faintly, and said: "Bald guy, I think I'm the boss..."
Meng Lei's anger attacked his heart, and his body trembled violently.
Both Maomao and Little Demon were cultivated by Qin Tian. They are both brothers of the young master, but they are both in danger of life, but they can't protect them. That kind of hatred caused the power of the mysterious blood in his body to burst out. The vigorous strength caused the meridians in his body to burst out one by one.
With golden light flashing in his eyes, he clenched his fists and roared, "Dead!"
"Woohoo..."
The voice blasted like a violent storm, and the four immortal war gods were stunned at the same time. Unexpectedly, Meng Lei would burst out with such a powerful force, and even the spiritual coercion of their immortal war gods could not penetrate into Meng Lei’s sea of consciousness. , Feeling puzzled, the four of them alternated their eyes, almost at the same time rushing up.
The four immortal gods of the pinnacle powerhouse, the immortal divine power they refined at the same time merged into one, and the original power was increased by four times.
As soon as I read it, the space is constantly distorted.
Meng Lei was not afraid, the blood moon on his body, the scorching sun shining brightly, the corner of his mouth moved, his right foot stomped heavily, the bluestone turned into powder, and a golden light shield formed on his body, resisting the immortal divine power attack refined by the four.
At the same time, Meng Lei clenched his right hand tightly, and the giant axe made a loud roar.
"burst!!!"
With one stroke of the giant axe, the lightning flashed, and the right hand was like electricity that was not afraid of thunder and lightning, and the giant axe was like a bridge linking the sky and the earth.
"Rumble..."
"Rumble..."
…
It was like a kitchen knife cutting a wire, and a scene of sparks and lightning appeared all the way.
The streets were shining brightly, and a lightning dragon raged with the sweeping sweep of the giant axe.
"Boom."
"Pouch..."
"what… "
"how is this possible?"
…
The four and the other disciples were all blown out by lightning, and their bodies were burnt black and very embarrassed. Murong Wu and the others were even more miserable. Their faces were dirty, their hair was disheveled, and their gorgeous clothes were in a mess, look. It looks like four beggars.
The sage pinnacle realm alone fights the four immortal gods of the pinnacle powerhouse, extremely powerful.
Meng Lei is like a murderous god in the incarnation of a giant King Kong Buddha.
"A bunch of trash."
"I can't beat even a person in the realm of a saint, which really embarrass the Baihu Clan..."
The shadow flickered.
Murong Ran quietly fell behind Meng Lei.
The sound just fell.
Cold sweat oozes from Meng Lei's forehead, his heart shrinks, and he secretly said: "Immortal Venerable and Powerful..."