Chapter 770 First kill

  Xuanyuan Immortal Palace is worthy of being the strongest force in the human race, leading the race for tens of thousands of years. The two elders of Lingyuan only use their cultivation as a **** to transform themselves. Together, they are able to resist the strong.

  It is said that above the God Transformation, it is the Void Refining Realm, but it is just a legend in the Xiaoyuan Realm, because no one has seen it.

  But the barren world sent five powerful Void Refining Realm experts at once.

  At this time, five Void Refining Realm powerhouses were stopped by each of the four tribes, and the remaining one, the red-faced Desolate Clan, stared at the group of Huashen juniors below.

   "No one can save you now, so you should obediently hand over all the treasures stored on your body."

  In order to create a tense atmosphere, he casually slapped a Nadir cultivator into a puff of black smoke and dissipated.

   Then with a backhand stick, a human cultivator burst into a blood mist.

  A strong man in the stage of transforming gods has no resistance under the opponent's stick.

  At this time, just one Void Transformation expert already overwhelmed the audience, and all the Transformation God cultivators shrank their heads one by one, as honest as a quail.

  The red-faced Desolate Race felt very satisfied, and scanned the audience, waiting for these juniors to honestly offer up their entire wealth one by one.

  Suddenly, his eyes were fixed, and among the cultivators who transformed into gods, there seemed to be some people who were still dissatisfied.

  I saw a red-clothed woman in the field, her eyes were lightly closed, her expression was peaceful, and she looked like sleepwalking. Standing among the large group of shy monks, she was extremely conspicuous.

  Behind her, there was another monk poking his head, showing no awe.

   "Looking for death!"

  The red-faced Desolate Race raised the long stick in his hand and swept it down.

  Although he also saw that the state of the woman in red seemed to be inappropriate, but in the eyes of a strong man like him, it could be solved with a single blow.

  For the attack of the Void Alchemist, the long stick has not arrived, but the power of heaven and earth brought by it has blocked the surrounding space.

  Laws of heaven and earth are constantly emerging around the long stick. At the level of refining the virtual, the understanding of the laws of heaven and earth is far beyond the superficial grasp of the cultivator of Huashen.

   Feeling the powerful blow directly, Wang Hong was shocked. He shrank behind the woman in red, not daring to move.

  His greatest reliance now is the woman in red. Others don't know it, but he knows it very well. He dug this woman out of the fairy palace.

  Although I don't know the specific strength of the woman in red, but from her weird movement skills and her defense ability that sees space cracks as nothing.

  Wang Hong had confidence in the woman in red. Seeing the long stick of the Desolate race attacking him at this moment, he preferred to hide behind the woman in red, and even retracted the half of his head that was exposed before.

  Not far away, a monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes hid behind a woman when he saw Wang Hong's critical moment.

  With disdain, he snorted contemptuously. A man should stand upright. He has always looked down on such irresponsible people the most.

  At this moment, the long stick has not yet arrived, but the strong wind it carries has already caused sand and rocks to fly around, and trees toppled.

   These strong winds may have stimulated the woman in red, and I saw a faint light emitting from him.

  Wang Hong who was hiding behind her didn't feel anything yet, but the red-faced Desolate family who was waving a long stick in the air suddenly felt a force attacking him, causing him to flip several somersaults in the air.

   "What kind of power is this?"

   The Huangzu who was knocked out didn't seem to have suffered any injuries. He didn't understand what happened just now, but this was enough to arouse his anger.

   Immediately stabilized his figure, held a long stick, and attacked again with even greater power.

   "No matter what method you use, it is not enough in the face of absolute strength."

  Because he was not injured just now, he still has no fear of the woman in red, thinking that the woman in red used some life-saving stunt.

   This blow was very different from the one just now. This blow seemed to be silent, without any surprising momentum, and it seemed to be an ordinary blow.

  In order to shock everyone just now, he deliberately made the momentum huge.

  In fact, his massive attack is just a manifestation of the scattered and unfocused spiritual power, and most of the power of the attack was wasted.

   Now this kind of silent stick is his real performance.

  In just an instant, the stick fell on the woman in red.

  The red-clothed woman's body lit up with a faint light again, the moment the long stick touched the red light.

   "Boom!"

   There was a loud noise, and the long stick in the hands of the red-faced Desolate Clan turned into powder. At the same time, his figure was like a kite with a broken string, and he flew far away, spraying blood continuously along the way.

   What happened here was beyond everyone's expectations.

  Originally, the other four battlefields were the most intense, and they were the key to the outcome of this battle. Everyone focused on these four places.

  As for the red-faced Desolate people, it was obviously an act of bullying the weak, and there would be no accidents.

   And now there is an accident where there is no suspense. A strong Void Refiner was blown away with just one move.

  The protagonist of this incident, the woman in red, did not move at all, not even blinking her eyes.

  At this time, she still closed her eyes lightly, her expression was serene, dignified, and she had a peerless appearance.

  Behind her was a shy-headed monk, who was also acting calmly at the moment, with a rather superior attitude.

  Wang Hong stood up from behind the woman in red, and found that the Huangzu was still lying there after punching a big hole in the ground, with blood still bleeding from his body. The red-faced Huangzu seemed to be seriously injured this time.

  The red-faced Desolate tribe attacked twice in total. Once, the younger brother received a counterattack just because the strong wind blew close to the woman in red, and he was almost uninjured.

  The second time was when the long stick touched the woman in red, she received a strong counterattack and was seriously injured instantly.

  Wang Hong has figured out some rules based on the experience of the woman in red who hurt people several times.

  Every time the woman in red injures someone, it is a counterattack caused by being violated, and the strength of the counterattack is different each time.

  Based on the above situation, it is guessed that the woman in red should be based on the size of the attack received, and each counterattack is several times the attack received.

  Wang Hong only took a moment to analyze these things, and now he is still in the battlefield, although the desolate man was injured and not dead.

   It is a rare opportunity to take advantage of his illness and kill him.

  Thinking of this, he flew to the big pit as before.

  At this moment, everyone was surprised to see that the woman in red who had shown her strength just now followed behind Wang Hong like a shadow.

  People have speculated about the relationship between Wang Hong and the woman in red.

  Wang Hongfei approached and found that the huge body of this Desolate race was still trembling slightly, with blood gushing out.

  He didn't dare to approach rashly. If the other party just pretended to be injured and approached rashly, wouldn't it be sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

  A red flying sword flew out of his body, and slashed at the neck of the red-faced Huangzu from a distance.

   There was a sound of gold and iron clanging, and sparks splashed out. His flying sword could not cut through the opponent's skin, but only left a shallow mark on the neck of the red-faced Desolate tribe.

   "Whoa whoa whoa!"

  A Void Refining Desolate Race who was fighting in the air saw Wang Hong's behavior and yelled loudly, but he hadn't learned the human language yet, and Wang Hong didn't understand what the other party wanted to express.

  Wang Hong didn't intend to take it too seriously, but he hid his body honestly behind the woman in red, and then threw an emoticon at the other party who wanted to hit me.

   This Desolate race screamed in anger, and the lesson from the past was in front of him, but he didn't dare to attack rashly.

   Seeing this Desolate race, he didn't intend to attack him. This time, a small silver knife appeared in Wang Hong's hand.

  This small knife is covered with cracks, as if it will crack at any time, but Wang Hong has tried it, and this knife is extremely sharp, even better than the black knife, but it takes more mana.

  With the input of his mana, the silver knife gradually became illusory, as if wanting to blend into the void.

  With a thought in his mind, a dotted line appeared in the air, piercing the Desolate people on the ground.

   "Pfft!"

  The throwing knife pierced directly between the brows of the red-faced Huangzu, and then flew out from the back of the head. The Huangzu really didn't have any resistance.

   Seeing this, Wang Hong couldn't be relieved, he still controlled the throwing knife and stabbed all the important parts of the red-faced Desolate people.

   "It should be all right now!" Wang Hong muttered in his heart, and then cautiously approached the corpse of the Desolate race.

   This is the first time he has seen a strong Void Refiner, and he successfully beheaded one.

   When he touched the front, he didn't find anything unexpected. His spiritual sense scanned the corpse of the Huang race a few times back and forth.

   Only then did he start. First, he took off a belt from the red-faced Huangzu's waist. He had already seen that it was a magic weapon for storage.

   Later, I found a large bracelet on my wrist, which is also a magic weapon for storage.

  After collecting these two things, this huge six-foot-tall corpse was put into the storage magic weapon.

  He is already a bit psychologically shadowed about putting the corpse into the space.

  The remaining one big belt and a big bracelet were tied around his waist.

   These storage magic weapons cannot be stored in other storage magic weapons, and he can't take them into the space now.

  The waist of the Desolate Race is really big enough. This storage belt was wound around Wang Hong's waist several times before it could hang securely.

   "Fellow Daoist Wang, please help our brother!"

   At this moment, the two elders of Lingyuan, who joined forces to fight against the enemy in the air, have gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

  After all, they are only cultivators who have transformed into gods. Even if they can exert their strength temporarily, their mana cannot last for so long.

  The powerhouses of the other three clans have also fallen into a disadvantage at this time, and I am afraid that they will lose in a while.

  Seeing that Wang Hong accidentally killed a strong man from the Desolate race, the two immediately asked Wang Hong for help.

  The two of them knew that the woman in red couldn't communicate, but she was always by Wang Hong's side.

  As long as Wang Hong is willing to join the battlefield, he will naturally pull in the woman in red.

  Wang Hong heard that he was now as prosperous as everyone else, and as everyone was hurt, he immediately flew to the second elder of Lingyuan without hesitation.

  Anyway, he was not the one who made the effort. After comparing the power of the cultivators who refined the void, he felt that the armor on his body should be able to withstand several attacks.