The other three men in black nodded and said, "Yes!"

In a flash, the two sides fought again.

Cheng Mo and the other two knew that they couldn't last long, so they wanted to fight and decide quickly. They used thunder methods to kill one or two first, then fight or leave, and then act according to the opportunity.

The monks in black are mainly engaged in control and restraining them. They neither let Cheng Mo and the other two leave nor fight with them. They want to exhaust the strength of the three of them and kill them all.

The axe lights and sword lights intertwined in the field, and the spiritual power and blood were intertwined and stirred.

It looked so loud, but the situation remained stalemate.

Cheng Mo became more and more anxious.

His pioneering axe was not good at learning. Although he was strong and powerful, he could not fight for a long time.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun on the side were not much better.

Their spiritual power was insufficient, so they forced this killer move, and every moment, the spiritual power was pouring out.

Mo Hua looked at it and shook her head.

"No matter how powerful it is, it's still too young..."

"Before using the killing move, you should first think about whether you can kill the enemy. If you can't kill it, what will happen..."

"With a passionate effort, a lot of spiritual power was consumed in vain..."

"I don't know, I need to save some use of spiritual power..."

Mo Hua sighed slightly in her heart, hid in the dark, and stretched out her fingers.

A fireball broke through the air, and in the dark, a rapid and bright fire light drew out, and accurately hit a man in black who was avoiding Cheng Mo's big axe.

This fireball was fast and accurate, beyond everyone's expectations.

The man in black who was hit by the fireball was even more surprised.

He had no idea where this fireball came from and who made it.

After a moment, his expression became panicked.

This fireball technique is not very powerful, not enough to cause him to suffer fatal injuries.

But the fireball exploded on him, and his spiritual power exploded, forcing him to stagger, and his body lost its balance and was delayed for a moment.

The battle between life and death is a moment of delay, which is enough to be fatal.

The man in black turned pale in an instant.

Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, and immediately came to his senses. He couldn't help but smile. He grabbed the flaw for this moment, held up his axe and slashed it down suddenly.

The monk in black tried his best to dodge, but he still didn't have time.

The powerful and powerful axes directly split his chest with the power of opening the mountain.

Four monks in black died in an instant.

Everyone present changed their expressions.

Cheng Mo and the other two were delighted, "Do you have any help?"

The monk in black on the other side had a panic and a little cold in his heart.

"There is an ambush?"

The monk in black in the black immediately whispered loudly: "Who is the fellow Taoist? He is hiding his head and showing his tail? Why not come out to see him?"

The night is dark all around, the mountains and forests are gone, and when the cool breeze passes, the shadows of trees are heavy, like ghosts.

The monk in black felt cold sweat.

Cheng Mo and the other two showed their sharp eyes, and they seized the opportunity to kill the remaining men in black.

The man in black in black looked stern and gritted his teeth and ordered:

"Continue to waste, be careful of spell conspiracy..."

The two sides fought again.

Cheng Mo and his friends fought with each other.

The monk in black became afraid of his hands and feet.

They were afraid that another fireball would suddenly fly out of the dark night, and they would kill them when their lives were hanging...

But the fireball technique of ink painting is too fast and it is impossible to defend against it.

After about ten rounds, in the dark night that had been silent for a long time, another fireball suddenly flew out and blew on the back of a man in black.

The man in black snorted in pain and his body stagnated.

Situ Jian's eyes were quick and quick hands, and immediately pointed and handed out a Lihuo sword energy.

The sword energy was burning, and it directly pierced the heart veins of the man in black.

Another man in black died.

After a moment, another fireball flew out in the darkness and headed straight for another man in black.

With the lessons learned from the past, this man in black was worried and full of vigilance.

As soon as the fireball in Mohua came out, he immediately noticed it and tried his best to dodge, barely avoiding his face.

The fireball craft flew past his ears, and his ears were sore, but luckily, they were not covered by the fireball.

The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could recover, he saw a spear tip appearing on his chest.

Yang Qianjun took advantage of his fireball protection and had already taken the opportunity to go around him and pierced his chest with one shot.

At this point, the situation changed dramatically.

Three fireballs, three lives.

Only the monk in black was left in the field.

He stood there with his eyes terrified and incredible.

"What's going on?!"

But in the blink of an eye, several fireballs flew over, and his three brothers died quickly...

He didn't give him much time to react, and the situation took a sharp turn.

"There are masters!"

"You have to leave! Otherwise you will die!"

The monk in black turned around and wanted to escape without saying a word.

In the dark, the fingers of the ink painting point, and the light blue water pattern suddenly appears, and the water prison instantly condenses, tied the monk in black in the head to the spot.

"This is……"

The monk in black had no blood on his face.

Cheng Mo raised his two axes and wanted to kill the monk in black. At this moment, a crisp voice said:

"Catch the living!"

This sound is a bit familiar.

But in the wilderness, in the dark mountains and forests, it sounds a bit weird...

Cheng Mo didn't recognize him for a moment.

But he subconsciously left a living mouth, deflected the axe and chopped it on the back of the monk in black.

Unexpectedly, the monk in black suddenly became horrified when he heard the three words "catch the living".

Just at this moment, a golden light came from afar.

This golden light was not very powerful and went straight to the face of the monk in black.

It seems that he is not trying to take his life, but to cut off his mask and expose his appearance.

But this seemed to scare him more than killing him.

The monk in black showed despair. Without waiting for the golden light to break his face, he directly broke his fingers. A demonic energy spread instantly, swallowing his flesh and blood and turning it into a pool of black water.

Cheng Mo and others were startled, avoided each other, and looked at each other.

"Is this... a magic cultivator's method?"

Cheng Mo said in a cold voice.

But all the monks in black here were dead, with blood all over the ground, and the mountains and forests were silent, and no one answered.

After a moment, Cheng Mo and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, the manager survived.

Yang Qianjun looked solemn and bowed to the forest opposite:

"Thank you for your help!"
To be continued...