The struggle seemed to be in a temporary stalemate.

Zhao Dongting has never relaxed his research on martial arts over the years. He has a special artistic conception and a very high level. He should be said to be invincible in the world at the mid-stage level of Zhenwu.

Although there is still a little gap compared to the old man in front of him, it is definitely not a gap. With Wu Amiao playing coldly next to him, there are also signs of equality.

However, Wu Amiao, who had just broken through to the Zhenwu realm, was far inferior in strength. He was in danger several times when he was pulling cold ones.

After two realms, even if he was slapping coldly next to him, it was a bit far-fetched.

If it weren't for the artistic conception of the four false extreme realms that made the old man's strength somewhat reduce, Wu Amiao might have been depressed now.

Even if this continues, the final result will still be his hatred. He will become the gap in this battle.

As long as he is depressed and inferred from his hard power, Zhao Dongting is probably not an opponent of this old man.

Although the victory or defeat of warriors will be affected by many factors, in most cases, the stronger ones will still win.

Winning with weak strength is an upset, and it only exists in a very rare situation.

Xu He has some advantage, but he is afraid that he will not be able to decide the outcome for a while.

"Um?"

During the fight, Zhao Dongting suddenly caught Wu Amiao blinking at him.

This made his heart slightly move, and then Xiaoyaoyou unfolded and pulled back.

"Suffer to die!"

Wu Amiao, who was walking around behind the old man, suddenly screamed.

A sword stabbed the old man in the back.

The old man turned around and raised his sword backwards and tilted upwards.

The two swords collided with each other, making a jingle sound.

Wu Amiao was not strong enough, his right hand trembled, and his long sword almost lost his hand.

Such a gap made the old man sneer, and he followed the trend with one move, like a pen, passing through Wu Amiao's chest.

Wu Amiao's chest was instantly cut open.

"Suffer to die!"

But the guy's eyes were wide open, and he suddenly shot at the old man's head with something in his left hand.

The old man looked closely and found it was a small cloth bag, and he thought it was some poison powder. He hummed lightly, then he pulled out the sword and pierced the bag.

This is all happening in an instant.

"ah!"

The old man screamed immediately.

Wu Amiao grinned and retreated.

Zhao Dongting rushed up with the Zhanlu sword and stabbed straight into the old man's back with a sword.

Zhanlu exposed the tip from the old man's abdomen.

Zhao Dongting did not dare to hesitate at all, and immediately retreated.

"ah!"

Zhanlu's sword left his body, and the old man screamed in pain again, like a madman falling into a madman, holding the sword and slashing randomly.

His face was white and his eyes were tightly closed.

Eyes are anyone's weakness, including those who are strong in the True Martial Realm, even those who are strong in the Fake Extreme Realm, and those who are strong in the Extreme Realm.

He didn't expect that what Wu Amiao would throw was lime powder.

This guy deliberately paid the price of injury, which was actually to make such a destructive method. He is quite famous in the world, but he has never been so destructive.

This is simply not a sinister, it is completely shameless.

The old man was so angry that he didn't know how to vent his anger. As he slashed, his momentum was extremely violent.

But Wu Amiao and Zhao Dongting retreated farther.

Wu Amiao covered his chest and fell to the ground, grinning and chuckling. Blood was flowing out of the cracks in his hands.

The injuries he suffered were not minor. The old man had just stabbed him and probably had it on his ribs. This injury was undoubtedly extremely deep.

But this guy smiled happily, looking at the old man, it was like watching a dying beast.

He has seen many such beasts in Africa.

It was just the last fury.

This old man was pierced by Zhao Dongting with the Zhanlu sword. Even if he had a late-stage Zhenwu realm cultivation, he could not last long.

Zhao Dongting stood coldly with his sword, looked at Xu He, and then walked towards Wu Amiao.

When he arrived next to Wu Amiao, the old man stopped slashing randomly. It was important to save his life. No matter how angry he was, he sat down on the ground, not daring to let his vitality be lost again.

"How about it?"

Zhao Dongting took out the healing medicine refined by Baicao Palace from his arms, and stuffed it into Wu Amiao's mouth while asking.

Wu Amiao took the pill into his mouth without hesitation and said, "It's not a problem."

He looked at the two elders and the deputy sect leader of the Badao Sect again, and said, "I'll help you watch those little ones. Do you want to start now? I'm afraid they will die!"

What he said was of course the disciples of the Badao Sect who were watching from a distance.

Zhao Dongting said: "Are you okay?"

Wu Amiao said without caring: "Whether it is possible, they dare not kill them! They scare them to death with their artistic conception!"

"good."

Zhao Dongting stopped talking and walked directly towards an elder.

The elder was still sitting cross-legged there, unable to break through the acupoints. He watched Zhao Dongting walk towards him, and realized something, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The Jinhong Gang and the former masters of the Zijin Gate were all absorbed in their cultivation, and he knew what he was going to face.

But now he is a lamb on the sticky board, and he has no room for resistance. He can only accept his fate.

Sometimes life is so helpless.

Zhao Dongting sat cross-legged behind the elder, calmed down, closed his eyes slightly, and began to put his hands on the old man's back.

After exercising the power, the qi in the elder's body continued to surge into Zhao Dongting's body.

The elder's expression changed drastically, his eyes were full of fear, but he could not resist the suction force at all.

His appearance almost grew old at a speed visible to the naked eye, and more accurately, became haggard.

They were originally very energetic, but now they were declining at extremely fast speed.

Wu Amiao looked at this scene and grinned again, then turned around and looked at the group of disciples of the Badao Sect in the distance, showing a slight disdainful look.

This hurts people, but it makes those disciples of the Badao Sect dare not kill them.

The domineering sect leader didn't shout anything.

With those disciples and disciples who are less than Zhenwu realm, they cannot beat Zhao Dongting and Wu Amiao. He himself knows this.

The anger was already surging.

He never thought that he would end up like this if he made preparations.

The late-stage Zhenwu cultivator he found was originally a great help, but now he was also ruined.

This made him angry and hateful.

Too useless.

The late stage of Zhenwu was actually killed by a guy from the middle stage of Zhenwu and the early stage of Zhenwu.

But now it is obviously useless to think about this.

He knew the situation was hopeless.

Without the help of the late-stage casual cultivator of Zhenwu Realm, it would be difficult for him to be Xu He's opponent. Xu He comes from Hongye Valley and his foundation is no worse than him.

His technique of dominating the sword door and squeezing the bottom of the box was just similar to Xu He's.

If he continues to fight like this, he is afraid that he will not be able to do anything to Xu He. The final result is even more likely to be defeated by Xu He.

After looking at the disciples in the distance, the domineering sect leader gritted his teeth, suddenly retreated, and rushed towards the distance.

He didn't care about being embarrassed in front of his disciples and wanted to run away.

Life is obviously more important than face.
Chapter completed!