After a short while, Kui Ming was hit dozens of times.?

He began to realize his mistake, but it was too late to change. His whole body was about to break. Even the sea clan's body was already scarred and his strength was far inferior to before. "The rumors were very different. It turned out that Zhou Shu was not only a sword cultivator, but also a master of body refining. He was much stronger than me thinking... He really couldn't mess with him, and he seemed to have not tried his best and could not continue to fight..."

He had the intention to retreat, and he did what he thought of, and suddenly retreated, and with the cover of the sword intent, he escaped into the sword domain.

Immediately, the sword domain disappeared and the person disappeared.

The escape process was very fast, only a few breaths, but Zhou Shu didn't fail to stop Kui Ming, but Zhou Shu didn't try his best to stop him. He didn't want to spend too much energy to eliminate the roots. When the battlefield was divided before, he did not use Yan Yi Qianhuan to deal with Kui Ming, nor did he want to focus too much on Kui Ming and ignore other aspects alone, which brought unknown bad consequences.

Zhou Shu watched Kui Ming leave, feeling his figure getting farther and farther away, and looked over there.

One of the difficult enemies left, but the battle was not over yet, so I couldn't relax at all.

The sword domain disappeared, and the covered battlefield was completely revealed. There were chaotic slags everywhere, the ground was full of cracks, some of which were several feet deep, and they were devastated.

The blood was dripping, and the ground was dyed red. Zhu Dashan stood in the middle of the pool of blood, and his blood was flowing, his body covered with scars of all sizes, at least thousands of them. The most eye was a cross on his forehead, which was deep and visible to the bones, like a white eye.

shocking.

Because he suffered too much damage and could not recover quickly, Zhu Dashan could hardly open his eyes, his vision was extremely blurred, and other perceptions were almost gone. He stood shakingly, relying on his instinct, and withstand the attack of Mikong with one punch.

Cultivating the Demon-Supering Mountain can obtain an extremely powerful body. As long as it is practiced properly, the body is almost the strongest in the world of immortal cultivation. Other high-level body refining techniques cannot be compared with it. However, the Demon-Supering Mountain has weaknesses, that is, it is somewhat weak in recovery. Many body refining techniques have the effect of quickly recovering injuries. Demon-Supering Mountain naturally also has it, but it is a bit low compared to its level. Simply put, the eighth-level magic trick only has less than the sixth-level recovery ability. Moreover, the Demon-Supering Mountain practiced by Zhu Dashan is not complete, and I am afraid that there is no recovery ability at the fourth and fifth-level.

Facing an opponent who is too strong, it is a long-term battle. This weakness is quickly captured, and it is not surprising that it is at an absolute disadvantage.

The mud beard on the opposite side turned dark blue, and the murderous intent in his eyes was boundless, as if he could freeze everything. Every time he took action, he had all his strength, and he wanted to beat Zhu Dashan to death immediately, which seemed to be extremely angry.

Why is a person with a complete advantage so angry?

If you look closely, you will see that although his appearance is no different from before, there is a huge wound several feet wide behind him.

The wound was ten feet deep and pierced directly into Nikang's body, and blue blood kept flowing out of it.

For sea tribes like Niao, external injuries can heal in almost the blink of an eye. There should not be such scars, but the wound is full of sharp sword intent, which is as solid as it is, and even with Niao's strong recovery power, it cannot be healed. He hated him very much. It would be fine if it was just a wound, but it would be fine if it was a few more wounds. What's so bad is that the sword intent kept messing with Niao's flesh and blood, and was still trying his best to go deeper, and it had already damaged its muscles and bones. If it continued, Niao's body would fall down and die even if it was strong.

It would be a bad feeling to be invaded by the sword intent, so he had to fight and kill Zhu Dashan as soon as possible.

He didn't expect that Zhu Dashan could last for so long, and he was obviously injured so seriously, but if someone else had probably died long ago.

"I'm not dead yet, I'm not dead yet!?"

Niao roared loudly and punched him hard, like a snowy mountain pressing down on the top.

"If you dream, you will die first."

Zhu Dashan held his fist up and raised his vaguely, even if he died, his momentum would not be lost.

Bang!

With a trembling sound, Zhu Dashan's figure suddenly faded, and most of his body fell to the ground. He didn't hum, but laughed loudly, "Hahaha, you can rely on your mouth. Such a fist is simply tickling for me. I'm not afraid of it if I do it a few hundred times!"

Niao's face turned purple with anger. He caught up with a step and hit the heavy punch covered with ice and snow again.

Only this punch was a little slower than before, and it was a person who suddenly felt a sharp pain from behind him, and even he couldn't bear it. His body instinctively slowed down one step. When he felt the pain, he didn't feel more hatred in his heart, "I can't even help it, why are you?" He was very sure that Zhu Dashan was suffering must have greater pain than him, but Zhu Dashan had never made a moan or even a smile from the beginning to the present.

Zhu Dashan stared at the punching fist, laughing wildly on his face, and his mind was dark, "It's so heavy now, I'm afraid I can't hold on..."

He suffered a lot of heavy blows, never screaming, and pretended to be very comfortable. In fact, he was worried that Zhou Shu could feel the situation here, so he was distracted. He was rough outside, but he was also careful.

Li Aojian was also on the verge of exhaustion. He repeatedly raised his limits, maintained his sword body, and enhanced his sword intent. Finally, he penetrated numerous defenses and even attacked Nikang's body. But at this moment, his potential had been completely drained and he had no ability to continue.

"Is it going to end... No, I should be able to go further! Jianmaru..."

He secretly tried hard to improve himself again. If Zhu Dashan couldn't hold on, he would explode the sword pill. Once a sword cultivator like him exploded his own sword pill, which is the origin of the sword intent, it would almost mean death.

The battle situation here is so fierce that the three of them are at the extreme, and they don’t even feel that the sword domain has disappeared, and Zhou Shu has also come.

Zhou Shu looked at it and the situation was clear at a glance. The three of them were almost at the brink of the brink. They could change everything immediately by doing it themselves.

He was just a little confused. Where did Caiying go, why didn’t he help?

"Old Li, Lao Zhu, enough."

I couldn't think about it so much. Zhou Shu took a few steps forward and was blocking Zhu Dashan's body, with golden light shining, his fists rising up and hitting Nikang's chest.

"Hahaha, Xiao Zhou, I'll let you take the lead!"

When Zhu Dashan saw Zhou Shu, his expression relaxed, he completely relaxed, then he fell down and stopped moving, and the ground shook twice.

"If you come a little later, this mud will definitely fall down, but now, I'm going to fall down."
Chapter completed!