Ren Daoyuan bent back and retreated, turned to the corner, rushed forward suddenly. Behind him, several cold lights flashed, and his coat flew, revealing the soft armor of Hongming inside. The sword light streaked several traces on the soft armor of Hongming and disappeared without a trace.

Before, Ren Daoyuan was hit by a short man and killed the strong man. The power of the heavenly way in Hongming's soft armor was almost consumed. Although he also added several sea beast star cores along the way, for Hongming's soft armor, the power of the heavenly way was added was too little for Hongming's soft armor, which was a big star core.

Even if Hongming can be activated now, the power of this guardian is far from being compared with the heyday. According to Ren Daoyuan's calculation, it can at most block the full attack of the Heavenly Level Warrior.

The several cold lights just now were extremely powerful, and the time was not bad. It seemed that Ren Daoyuan had already calculated Ren Daoyuan's movements, and even his position was correct. If it hadn't been for adding some of the power of the heavenly way before, this time alone would be enough to separate Ren Daoyuan from his body.

Ren Daoyuan stretched out his hand and several figures flashed through the air. Several exactly-same Ren Daoyuan ran around separately.

After a few breaths, several Ren Daoyuan, who flew out of the fantasy painting, disappeared without a trace. The real Ren Daoyuan had already rushed to the short man, raised his right hand and a thick purple lightning shot out again.

Retreat. Pan Jiangliu shouted.

The short man's reaction was not slow. After all, he was a warrior of the heavenly level. His sense of danger was far above Pan Jiangliu. Before he could scream, he had already pounced behind a pile of clay. He was empty-handed and had no weapons.

The thick purple lightning began to scatter again during the process of flying, and drilled into the clay and crystallized the pile of clay. The short man hiding behind the clay had nothing to do.

Ren Daoyuan's mind was running at high speed, just like his body. When he saw the second purple lightning attracted by clay, he had not understood the reason, but he already knew what Pan Jiangliu was thinking.

During the sensing, among the few illusion paintings he threw out, one of them was strangled by dozens of cold lights, and was cut into pieces before the phantom disappeared.

Pan Jiangliu's cultivation is naturally not worth mentioning, but the Taoist weapon in his hand is extremely powerful. Although it is a little slower, it can always be surprising. Every attack is enough to make Ren Daoyuan sweat in a cold sweat.

Moreover, he has been hiding in the dark. If it were normal, it would be better for Ren Daoyuan to sense his position. However, it would be extremely difficult to find Pan Jiangliu accurately in an instant during the battle.
Chapter completed!