The strength of Jinxian is too strong. If there are only one or two, they can still rely on the advantage of numbers to fight with each other.
However, now that more than a hundred Golden Immortals have joined the battle, the advantage instantly tilts to the side of the Piaomiao Immortal Realm.
"Fuck you!!" Zhi Wu turned sideways to avoid the attack of a golden immortal. Before he could recover, the other party attacked with another killing move.
"If I don't get angry, you are just treating me as a sick cat."
Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and caught the golden immortal's killing move.
Bang!
One of Zhi Wu's arms was deeply torn, but he gritted his teeth, waved his seven arms, and struck the golden immortal crazily.
The golden immortal's pupils shrank, as if he didn't expect that this Shura King was so fierce that he even sacrificed his arm to launch a strong attack on him.
This round of attacks came very suddenly and powerfully, making it impossible for him to dodge for a while.
Bang bang bang!
A series of explosions exploded, and the golden immortal was blasted out of the golden light, and the door opened wide.
"Xiao Xiu Xiu!!"
Following Zhi Wu's loud shout, a figure flew over quickly, and a long sword containing biting coldness stabbed the golden immortal.
The immortal spit out blood, and his body quickly froze, eventually turning into an ice sculpture and falling heavily to the ground.
"Haha, Xiao Xiuxiu, you are great..."
"you idiot!"
Before Zhi Wu could finish speaking, Hu Yanxiu turned around and stared at him fiercely. "Are you going to work so hard? Do you think you have more hands and can throw them away at will?"
Zhi Wu was startled slightly, three of the seven arms scratched his head, and the other four were awkwardly unable to place themselves. "It's not like you don't know that when I'm in a hurry, I don't care!"
Hu Yanxiu stared at this idiot fiercely, then suddenly his figure moved and leaned over.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhi Wu's severed arm. Looking at the bloody wound, his brows furrowed deeper. "Don't you feel any pain?"
"We're used to it." Zhi Wu grinned and said calmly: "It's all thanks to the good teachings of instructor Xiaoman. The previous training has allowed us to improve our ability to withstand beatings in advance. It doesn't hurt much now."
"Doesn't it hurt?" Hu Yanxiu's eyes turned cold and he pinched Zhi Wu's wound badly.
"Wow wow wow!!" Zhi Wu screamed in pain and quickly avoided Hu Yanxiu's hand, saying depressedly: "Xiao Xiu Xiu, what are you doing!"
"Didn't you say it doesn't hurt?" Hu Yanxiu rolled his eyes, then took out a bottle of elixir and sent it over. "This is what Qing Yi gave me before. It is very effective in treating trauma."
"Hey, Xiao Xiuxiu, you are sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle, which makes me a little confused."
"Stop talking nonsense and apply the medicine quickly!!"
Looking at Hu Yanxiu's slightly worried and eager face, Zhi Wu felt very happy. Even though the wound on his broken arm was aching slightly, it became less painful.
"Xiao Xiuxiu, you don't actually need to apply any medicine."
"Um?"
"I am King Shura, and I have strong self-healing ability." Zhi Wu curled her lips and showed a sly smile, "Look!"
Then, the wound on his severed arm squirmed, and a whole arm grew instantly.
"Hey! Isn't it awesome?" Zhi Wu proudly waved his eight arms and four faces, taking turns showing proud smiles. The more he looked at Hu Yanxiu, the more he wanted to beat him up. His good intentions were really in vain.
(End of chapter)