After a fierce battle, Lei Jiu was already covered in wounds and was still fighting with trapped beasts.

He is indeed worthy of being the young corpse of the Nine Curves, the head of the Eight Demons. The first general under Huangfu Daozi, still fighting to the death under the siege of many masters. Now his right arm is crushed, a big hole in his chest is squirting blood like pulp, his armor is ragged, and one eye is inserted with sharp arrows. A large piece of flesh is stripped off from his left leg, revealing the bright red muscles that are turned on.

There were at least a dozen masters at the peak of the early stage of foundation building, all of whom were geniuses from a certain sect. However, under his bloody battle, he killed at least four or five people, and even more, killing other geniuses.

"boom……"

Someone caught the flaw in front of Lei Jiu and stabbed him with his sword.

Lei Jiu was inconvenient to dodge, so he stopped dodging. With a tiger roar, he forced himself to receive the sword with his body. The sword pierced into his body, and even could hear a clear "puff" sound of flesh being slaughtered. The man holding the sword was about to cry out in joy, but Lei Jiu locked the sword with his body, and then grabbed it with his big hand. The shining thunder lightning turned into a big hand and captured the monk!

"ah……"

Lei Jiulu roared, grabbed the monk with both hands, and tore it into two halves with both hands.

The blood rain rolled down, pouring on Lei Jiu's face and slowly flowing down his tattered armor and overwhelmed his whole body.

Tear the opponents and fight bloody battles!

The blood seemed to give him new vitality and fighting spirit, and he strode forward.

"Who dares to fight me?"

He was like a wounded lion, walking forward with a violent roar.

Boom boom!

It was obvious that his figure was a little staggering, but it was like a mountain. He walked forward and no one could stop him.

The monks retreated in panic, and no one dared to step forward.

"You... are just a group of rats. What qualifications are there to kill me?"

Lei Jiu roared violently, speeding up his pace and rushed towards a monk in front of the left.

"Ah, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The monk shouted, flew forward and did not dare to face Lei Jiu head-on.

"He is already injured, so why are you talking about him? Work together to kill him..."

A monk shouted loudly and sacrificed a large net with barbs. He grabbed a corner of the net with several other monks and was trapped towards Lei Jiu. Lei Jiu could not dodge. He let the net wrap around him, and the sharp barbs pierced into his body, even into the bone marrow, hooking his bones, but he seemed not to feel the pain, so he forced the net to kill him with the net.

"boom……"

A monk was beaten to pieces by him, and the blood mist exploded.

"Che..."

A monk was grabbed by him and tore him off. He ran away with injuries.

"Swoosh..."

Lei Jiutuo used the arm in his hand, used it as a spear, and pierced a monk who was intending to attack and nailed it into the void.

However, there were also escaped monks who vigorously tore up the fishing net and pulled off a large piece of flesh from him. Lei Jiu looked more like a bloody man, and he was seriously injured. If he was a mortal, even ten would die. Even at this time, he was just relying on his own cultivation. He was unwilling to be besieged and killed by others like this, and he felt that death was too worth it!

"You dare to rebel, why don't you come to fight me?"

"Lei Jiu is here. If you commit rebellion, you will never escape the death penalty. Come and fight me?"

Lei Jiu roared violently, he could no longer catch up with other monks, so he could only yell desperately and challenge others.

"Go up and go up and kill him, only one breath is left..."

"Why don't you just let others go?"

"The young radical of the Jiuqu tribe is indeed strong enough. Whether he is a lackey of the Huangfu family or not, he is considered a character..."

The monks each had their own little thoughts and no longer dared to come forward to fight the fierce man under Huangfu's seat.

Even the passion that was caused by Fang Xing's words "Attack the sword tomb and grab the sword fetus" was at this time destroyed by Lei Jiu's fighting spirit. Everyone retreated and no longer looked like they were fighting to kill Lei Jiu. Instead, they pushed and rushed each other and made a big circle around Lei Jiu. Wherever Lei Jiu looked, there would be someone who would knock him back and retreat, and it would be difficult to win over his attack.

"Haha, they are all a group of rats, no one dares to fight me?"

Lei Jiu laughed loudly, and was filled with passion, so that the blood on his body splashed everywhere, like red fog.

"I'll kill you..."

At this moment, a voice sounded coldly. Behind the cultivators, a figure sitting on a horse appeared, and stabbed him in a three-meter-long spear. Above the gun, the green air was entangled, holding an unspeakable terrifying power, and stabbed Lei Jiu like a poisonous dragon. At this moment, Lei Jiu also glared wide, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Han Ying, you are qualified to fight with me, come on!"

Amid the roar, his only left arm wrapped around lightning and smashed towards the blue spear.

Even with one arm and even if he is unable to move, he will fight against Han Ying, one of the four heroes of the Western Desert."

The spear stabbed in, like a dragon, invincible.

Lei Jiu's punch was also shining with thunder, gathering all his spiritual power, and his power was invincible.

The lightning on the fist shone unparalleled, even more dazzling and stronger than his heyday.

This punch seemed to have blown out all the unwillingness and indignation in his heart, representing his final indomitable fighting spirit.

All the monks raised their minds, and their eyes were not instantly instant. They had to look at the strongest attacks of these two. Which one wins and who is weak.

But just as Han Ying stabbed Lei Jiu with this shot and was about to collide with his punch, suddenly, Han Ying's spear shook, and in an instant, dozens of gun shadows turned into the air. The gun shadow turned into the air. When the phantom disappeared, the gun shot straight through Lei Jiu's chest, and a heart was lifted on the tip of the gun.

Silent!

The cultivators did not expect that Han Ying did not fight Lei Jiu head-on, but avoided his edge and stabbed him in the heart with one shot while he was unable to move. This was a normal tactic, but at this point it seemed to make people feel abnormal.

Lei Jiu's crazy fighting spirit is frightening, but it also gives a little admiration.

Many monks thought that Han Ying fought with Lei Jiu in the same battle as he wanted to give him the last respect.

Unexpectedly, Han Ying pierced Lei Jiu's heart with a shot, and did not give him a chance to vent his last anger.

The lightning that wrapped around Lei Jiu's fist gradually disappeared, which symbolized his last anger and did not hit anyone.

When he looked at Han Ying, he was extremely angry, more disappointed and lost.

He couldn't say anything, but his eyes seemed to be scolding Han Ying as a coward.

Han Ying looked at him coldly: "What qualifications do you have to fight me?"

Looking at Lei Jiu's angry and disappointed expression, a hint of sarcasm even appeared on his ice-like face: "Are you a slave and have a sense of honor? No matter how strong you are, you are just a vicious dog. What qualifications do you have to fight me?"

After saying this, the spear in his hand shook and lifted Lei Jiu away with a loud bang. With a angrily shout, the spear exploded with a huge force, blowing Lei Jiu's body into pieces. A blood mist scattered in all directions, swallowed by the surrounding black mist, leaving only a head, fell down, was provoked by Han Ying, and lit up in front of the cultivators, shouting loudly: "Lei Jiu is dead!"

The sound waves rolled, and it also spread far in the black fog.

The monks in the black fog were all stunned, and shouted wildly..." Haha, are you dead?"

With a loud laugh, a young man with golden wings flew over and shouted excitedly, it was Fang Xing.

When Han Ying saw him, he smiled slightly and threw Lei Jiu's head over.

"Damn it, it's bloody, isn't it disgusting?"

Fang Xing grinned, kicked Lei Jiu's head away, and then laughed: "Brothers, attack the sword tomb, grab the sword fetus..."

The voice shook all over the fields. Not only the monks in the black fog heard it, but even the monks in the rock valley like dragons below heard it. For a moment, people were crowded and shouting wildly. Of course, many monks curled their lips when they heard it, thinking who is brother to you, the little devil? But seeing that they were about to get the glory of this little devil, they also cheered on the face of breaking into the sword tomb!

"Set off……"

Fang Xing flew straight into the sky, and the rolling black fog flew towards the sword tomb like a tide.

The black fog that covered the sky and the sun was like a big banner, which caused the madness of all monks in the sky and the earth.

"Attack the sword tomb and divide the sword fetus!"

Countless people shouted, flew up from the ground, rushed into the black fog, and joined the robbery army.

No matter who it is or what attitude he has towards the Huangfu family, he will not make any other choice at this time.

When you go to the Huangfu family of his uncle, no matter how majestic the Huangfu family is, how can the sword body be placed in front of you be important?

For a moment, the group of cultivators were like fish, covering their faces, tightly attached to the black clouds, and heading towards the sword tomb. Even the disciples of Daxue Mountain also chose some bold ones under Xiao Xue's leadership, covering their heads and joined the robbery army.

If you don’t say it or not, anyone who hears it will be moved when they mention the robbery of the Huangfu family!

At this time, Fang Xing and Jinwu had already fallen quietly on a mountain with the cover of the Ten Thousand Spirits Flag. Looking at the large black fog and the endless monks behind, Fang Xing felt a little spectacular. He laughed and said, "His grandma, these bastards are not stupid. They usually beat the sky for a handwritten order from the Huangfu family. When the critical moment, they will grab them..."

Jinwu laughed and said, "You have taken the blame for this, how can you deal with it?"

Fang Xing cursed hatefully: "This group of bastards wants to take the blame, so I will use them as a gun envoy and let the evil king of Dapeng lead them to attack the sword tomb, attract the attention of the eight demons stationed in the garrison. Let's sneak in through the back door..."

Jinwu's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Wouldn't we choose all the sword fetuses?"
Chapter completed!