Chapter 833 Need Help?

At this critical moment, the woman suddenly took out a pill emitting a strange light from her arms and swallowed it without hesitation.

In an instant, her breath surged, her originally pale face became ruddy, and her eyes flashed with a resolute light.

"It's not that easy to kill me!" The woman shouted, and the long whip whipped the black-robed shopkeeper like a spirit snake, with greater speed and strength than before.

The black-robed shopkeeper felt a powerful force coming at him, and hurriedly dodged sideways, but was still scratched by the residual force of the long whip, and a blood mark appeared on his arm.

"Humph, it's just a dying struggle." The black-robed shopkeeper snorted coldly, not caring about the scar on his arm at all.

The sword in his hand swung more fiercely, and the runes flashed, turning into sword shadows, attacking the woman in an overwhelming manner.

Seeing this, the woman's expression became more solemn. She knew very well how powerful the black-robed shopkeeper was, and now this wave of attack was even more fierce.

She gritted her teeth and mobilized all the spiritual power in her body. The long whip spun rapidly around her body, forming a defensive barrier.

However, the sword shadow of the black-robed shopkeeper was too powerful. Each sword shadow hit the barrier formed by the long whip like a substance, making a series of roars.

The woman gradually couldn't hold on. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her face turned pale again.

Her spiritual power was rapidly consumed, but the black-robed shopkeeper seemed to have some strength left.

Suddenly, a sword shadow broke through the defense of the long whip and stabbed straight into the woman's shoulder. The woman groaned and the long whip fell out of her hand.

The black-robed shopkeeper took the opportunity to bully him, and the sword in his hand was against the woman's throat, with a cold smile in his eyes.

"In the face of absolute strength, any struggle is futile. You'd better accept your fate."

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the woman's mouth, but she raised her head stubbornly and looked directly into the eyes of the black-robed shopkeeper. There was no fear in his eyes, only endless resentment.

"Even if I die in your hands today, you will never have peace. The people of Xuantian Palace will avenge me and cut you into pieces."

The black-robed shopkeeper heard this, and the smile on his face became more and more cruel, and his laughter was full of disdain: "Xuantian Palace? Humph, it's just so-so, no matter how many people come, the result will be the same."

The woman's eyes were burning with anger. She endured the severe pain in her shoulder and tried to gather the last bit of spiritual power for a final resistance.

"Don't waste your energy, you don't have a chance anymore."

The black-robed shopkeeper seemed to have seen through her intentions long ago. Without giving her any more chances, he knocked her out and threw her into the space of all things.

After dealing with the woman, the black-robed shopkeeper looked at the other two battlefields.

The battle between Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan also entered a white-hot stage. I had the advantage, and it wouldn't take long to decide the winner.

"Do you need help?" The black-robed shopkeeper transmitted a voice.

"Who are you looking down on!" Zhao Wushan's tone was full of disdain.

"No need, this little character can't bother us." Zhao Yun's voice also rang in the black-robed shopkeeper's mind.

The black-robed shopkeeper chuckled, paying attention to the surrounding situation, waiting for good news from Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan.

The battle between Zhao Yun and the black-robed old man has reached a critical moment, and both sides have tried their best.

The black-robed old man waved his hands, and the black mist appeared again.

But this time, a group of hideous ghost faces emerged from the mist, and they rushed towards Zhao Yun with their teeth and claws.

Each ghost face exuded a palpitating evil breath, and the space seemed to be frozen wherever it passed.

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, and the spear was inserted into the ground fiercely, muttering something in his mouth.

The golden effect of the immortal gold element of the heavenly grade magic was added to the spear.

In an instant, with the spear as the center, a golden spiritual power aura quickly spread out.

The halo and the ghost face met, emitting sharp screams, just like water and fire, the two offset each other, and the black mist gradually dissipated.

Seeing this, the old man in black robe looked even gloomier. He didn't expect Zhao Yun to be able to dissolve his attack so easily.

He flashed and appeared in front of Zhao Yun in an instant. His dry palm grabbed Zhao Yun's throat like an eagle's claw, and the speed was so fast that it brought a black spiritual power whirlwind.

"Golden Dragon Roars to the Sky!" Zhao Yun shouted, and the spiritual power vortex carried the golden dragon and swept towards the old man in black robe.

The old man in black robe did not dare to neglect it and clapped his hands fiercely.

The black mist instantly turned into a huge black skeleton, with green flames flashing in the eyes of the skeleton, rushing towards the golden dragon.

When the two met, they burst out with the power to destroy the world.

The spiritual power impact spread around like a tsunami, and the land outside Wanze City was torn into huge gullies, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

On the other side, the battle between Zhao Wushan and the middle-aged man also entered a stalemate.

After the middle-aged man stabilized his body, he no longer looked down on Zhao Wushan. He waved his hands and two spiritual long swords appeared in his hands.

The spiritual power on the long sword surged, flashing with cold light. He shouted and slashed at Zhao Wushan fiercely.

Zhao Wushan held the long sword, and the spiritual power of the sword body surged, turning into a light curtain.

The long sword collided with the light curtain, splashing countless spiritual sparks.

Zhao Wushan saw the opportunity, his figure flashed, and he appeared behind the middle-aged man like a ghost, and the long sword pierced the opponent's back.

The middle-aged man felt the danger behind him and turned around in a hurry, crossing his two swords to block.

Zhao Wushan's long sword stabbed on the two swords, and the powerful force pushed the middle-aged man back several steps again.

But the middle-aged man was not a vegetarian. He used this power to flip in the air and slashed at Zhao Wushan with two swords again.

This time the attack was more fierce, the knife light was like a net, covering Zhao Wushan.

Zhao Wushan looked calm, his figure flashed, and he shuttled freely in the knife light.

Every dodge was dangerous, but just right.

Suddenly, he stopped and shouted: "Break!"

The long sword in his hand burst out a bright spiritual light, the light was as dazzling as the sun, and directly broke through the cover of the knife light.

The middle-aged man was blinded by the light, and he was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

But how could Zhao Wushan give him this opportunity? His figure was like lightning, and he caught up with the middle-aged man in an instant.

With a swing of the long sword, a spiritual sword energy slashed towards the middle-aged man's neck.

At this critical moment, the old man in black robe realized the danger of the middle-aged man.

If there was one less person on the Xuantian Palace side, this battle would be completely impossible to fight.

He ignored the fight with Zhao Yun and suddenly shot a black spiritual power wave towards Zhao Wushan, trying to stop Zhao Wushan's attack.

"Your opponent is me!" Zhao Yun saw this, how could he let him do what he wanted, this was too disrespectful of him.

He waved the spear in his hand, and a spiritual power spear shot towards the black light wave.

The spiritual power spear and the black light wave met in the air and exploded instantly. The powerful impact shocked the old man in black robe and flew backwards.

Zhao Wushan took this opportunity to successfully avoid the interference of the old man in black robe, and the long sword continued to slash at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had no time to dodge at this time, he could only watch the long sword slashing towards him.

With a "puff", the long sword pierced the middle-aged man's chest, and blood gushed out.

The middle-aged man's body slowly fell down, his eyes widened, his eyes full of unwillingness, he had no strength to fight again.

Although Zhao Wushan's sword pierced his chest, Zhao Wushan still left him a breath.

After Zhao Wushan dealt with the middle-aged man, he looked in the direction of Zhao Yun.

At this time, Zhao Yun was fighting with the black-robed old man again, and they were having the final decisive battle.

He smiled slightly, and his figure flashed, and he came to the black-robed shopkeeper, without any intention of assisting Zhao Yun.

He knew that Zhao Yun did not need it, and he was unwilling to disrupt Zhao Yun's hearty battle.

Zhao Yun and the black-robed old man fought back and forth in the sky, and every collision was accompanied by a violent fluctuation of spiritual power.