Heavy rain poured down, lightning flashed in the sky for tens of kilometers.
Shen Wu City was filled with killing intent.
Because of the White Tiger Clan's bullying, and also because of Little Demon and Mao Mao's short temper, they killed a few White Tiger guards. Then, dozens of White Tiger elite guards attacked, and without asking for the reason, they immediately started killing, and the entire inn was destroyed.
They also rushed to the end of the street and separated.
"Baldie, Little Demon will be fine, right?"
"Ah, it's all my fault. If only I had controlled myself, then I wouldn't have gotten into such a big mess." Mao Mao frowned, blaming himself. He coldly glanced at the peak of the undying realm experts and his heart tightened. He was worried for Little Demon.
Meng Lei's body was like a giant Buddha, emitting a threatening aura, "I can't take it anymore. Even if you guys didn't go crazy, I would have punched them to death. The white tiger tribe is too much, they don't even put us in their eyes."
"What right do you have to say we're the killers when the azure dragon tribe's disciples died?"
Mao Mao said angrily, "Yeah, we haven't even seen the azure dragon tribe, how can we kill them?"
The two of them stood back to back, surrounded by a group of people. It was impossible to leave.
"Rumble …"
"Hua la la …"
…
The rain was getting heavier, Meng Lei's clothes were soaked, his eyes were like torches.
"Weng …"
Swords hummed, cold light flashed.
Suddenly.
The two disciples of the White Tiger Race slashed through the night sky with their long swords, and an aura of a ferocious tiger king of the forest erupted from their bodies. At the same time, their strength suddenly increased explosively, and they stimulated the power of the White Tiger bloodline in their bodies. Their entire person looked like a fierce tiger.
Without waiting for Meng Lei to rush out, Mao Mao's eyes twisted. He faced the sky and let out a furious roar of a Blood-eyed Lion, breaking through the night sky. Then, his hands formed into claws and grabbed fiercely. Two Four-leaf Wind Blades were like shining giant knives, emitting a dazzling white light under the lightning.
Before the sword energy even reached them, Mao Mao's arms doubled in size, veins popping out as he fiercely swung.
The wind blades whizzed upwards.
Waves of wind swept up, the rain that fell on the wind blades turned into countless sword rain under the huge force. Like high speed bullets, they shot towards the undying power sword energy.
"Little wind blades, don't overestimate yourself …"
A scornful voice rang out.
With a slash of their swords, their Immortal godforce surged again. Mao Mao's wind blades were nothing in their eyes. No matter how strong they were, they couldn't be as strong as Immortal godforce. Making up their minds, their Sword Qi surged forward to meet Mao Mao's attack head on.
"Hehe …"
"Baldy, it's up to you now."
Mao Mao looked as if his evil plan had succeeded, and the corners of his mouth revealed an unconcealable smile.
Meng Lei's eyes moved, and the rainwater around his body bounced off with a loud rumble. His fists were heavy, and at the instant when the long sword and the wind blade collided, he pushed off with his back foot. His speed was as fast as lightning, and he rushed out with earth-shattering speed. A faint halo flashed on his body, and it faintly emitted from his body.
Boom!
"Bang …"
The long sword slashed down heavily on the wind blade. The wind blade exploded with a loud bang, and a cloud of white smoke spread out rapidly, unaffected by the rain. Right at this moment, the hearts of the two White Tiger disciples suddenly sank. They knew that they had been tricked. Just as they were about to retreat, a giant Vajra Buddha suddenly charged out.
The power in his fists was incomparably dense, and he heavily struck their chests.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
With two dull thuds, the two of them dragged their feet on the ground, and their entire bodies caved in. Their eyes bulged out, and blood dripped from the corners of their mouths. They continuously flew backwards from one end of the street to the other, and four deep ravines were drawn on the street.
"Pfft, pfft."
Fresh blood spurted out, and the two of them fainted, completely losing the ability to fight.
"Another two pieces of trash. The White Tiger race is only so-so." Mao Mao's face was cold and disdainful. The anger he had suffered today had finally been vented. He coldly looked at the remaining White Tiger race disciples, and coldly said: "If you don't accept it, then come up again. See how I kill you."
Extremely overbearing.
Suddenly.
In the night sky, several black shadows instantly arrived and landed heavily on the ground. The bluestone floor under their feet cracked open. Their eyes were filled with killing intent as they coldly stared at Mao Mao and said: "How arrogant. A mere Saint realm cultivator dares to be so arrogant. If I don't let you see how powerful I am, do you really think that there is no one in my White Tiger race?"
The three black shadows that landed were Murong Wu, Murong Kuang, and Murong Liang.
The three of them were all at the peak level of the Undying God Realm. They were the top of the young elites of the White Tiger race, and were only one step away from the Undying God Realm. After hearing Mao Mao's words, the three of them were enraged.
Mao Mao was a bit surprised. He was about to say something, but Meng Lei stopped him.
"Peak level Undying God Realm cultivators, you are not their opponent." Meng Lei's eyes darkened as he stood in front of Mao Mao and looked at Murong Wu, "Why do you want to kill us? Do you think we are the murderers of the Azure Dragon race?"
"At first, I thought so."
"Not anymore."
Murong Wu said honestly. They were only at the Saint realm. Even if they were extremely powerful, there was no way they could kill an Azure Dragon disciple who was at the Undying God Realm. Plus, it was one attack. It was impossible.
"Since we are not the murderers, then why are you still chasing us?" Meng Lei frowned. Now, he finally understood how overbearing the White Tiger race was. They knew that they were not the murderers, but they still chased after them. Now, they even sent out Undying God Realm cultivators. It seemed like they were determined to kill them.
Murong Wu smiled lightly, "Because we need to give the Azure Dragon race and the Vermillion Bird race an explanation, and you guys just happened to walk into the spear. It is your bad luck. Who told you to kill my White Tiger race's disciples? We might as well put all the blame on you guys. That way, we will be able to give them an explanation and avenge our dead disciples. "
"Therefore, you guys must die!"
"It is your bad luck, haha …"
"Haha …"
Murong Kuang and Murong Liang laughed out loud.
"F * ck."
"I knew that the White Tiger race does not have any good people. They are all a bunch of despicable people. What Four God Beasts Family? Bullsh * t! So embarrassing." Mao Mao was enraged as he cursed.
"You are looking for death!"
Murong Wu widened his eyes as his Undying God Realm power poured out crazily.
The other two released their zhen qi as well. The pressure of the Undying God of War poured into Mao Mao's consciousness like a tsunami, instantly suppressing him. All of a sudden, Mao Mao's face turned pale, and he could not move at all.
Facing the pressure of the Undying God of War, he could not fight back at all.
At the same time …
The light released by the mysterious pattern on Meng Lei's chest became even more intense. Before Murong Wu could attack, Meng Lei moved like a ghost. A bright light flashed in the night sky, and a sky-high gigantic axe appeared. It was the Sky Opening Godly Axe.
Murong Kuang and Murong Liang were shocked. They had to take back their pressure and take a couple of steps back.
After Mao Mao's pressure was gone and he regained his consciousness, Meng Lei kicked back and backed out. He yelled, "Run!!!"
Mao Mao's eyes froze.
He frowned as a hint of unwillingness appeared in his eyes, "Baldy, you have to live!"
Shoo …
His body flew out like the wind.
Murong Wu did not move, and the other two did not chase either. All three of them had a light smile on their faces.
"Peng!"
In the darkness, a dull thud rang out. After which, Mao Mao's entire body floated down like a kite with a broken string. In the darkness, a single person stood. This person was also an undying wargod, an elite disciple of the White Tiger Race, Murong Xuan.
Meng Lei did not expect an Undying God of War to be hiding around.
Mao Mao's face was pale as his life was hanging by a thread. He looked at Meng Lei and smiled, "Baldy, I miss boss … …"
Meng Lei was so angry that his body started to tremble.
Mao Mao and Little Demon were raised by Qin Tian. They were the brothers of the young master, but now their lives were in danger, and he could not protect them. That kind of hatred made the power of the mysterious blood in his body burst out. The vigorous power made his meridians burst out one by one.
His eyes shone with a golden light as he clenched his fists, "Die!"
"Wuhu … …"
The four Immortal Wargods were stunned. They didn't expect Meng Lei to burst out with such power. Even their Immortal Wargod psyche pressure couldn't penetrate Meng Lei's sea of consciousness. Confused, the four exchanged glances and charged forward at the same time.
Four Undying Wargod pinnacle warriors, their Undying God powers fused into one, causing their power to increase by four times.
With a thought, the space around him twisted.
Meng Lei was not afraid at all. The blood moon on his body shone brightly. His mouth moved as he stomped on the ground with his right foot. The bluestone turned into dust and a golden light shield formed around him, blocking the attacks of the four Undying Force.
At the same time, Meng Lei clenched his right hand tightly and the axe let out a loud sound.
"Explode!!!"
He raised the giant axe, and lightning flashed. His right hand seemed to be unafraid of the lightning, and the giant axe was like a bridge that connected heaven and earth. Sparks flew everywhere, and the lightning that was dozens of kilometers long swept out.
"Rumble … …"
"Rumble … …"
… …
Like a kitchen knife cutting through a wire, a path of sparks and lightning appeared.
The light on the street shone brightly, and a lightning dragon wreaked havoc along with the sweeping of the giant axe.
"Boom!"
"Puchi … …"
"Ah … …"
"How is this possible?"
… …
The four of them, along with a couple of other disciples, were all blown away by the lightning. Their bodies were all burnt black, looking extremely messy. Murong Wu and the rest of them were even worse off. Their faces were covered in dirt, their hair was messy, and their luxurious clothes were in tatters, making them look like four beggars.
Fighting against four Undying Gods at the peak of the Saint realm was extremely powerful.
Meng Lei was like a Giant Vajra Buddha incarnated as the God of Slaughter. He was so fierce that it made people's hair stand on end. The aura on his body was extremely threatening and domineering.
"A bunch of trash."
"You can't even beat a Saint. What a shame to the White Tiger race … …"
A black shadow flashed.
Murong Ran landed behind Meng Lei without a sound.
As soon as he finished his words …
Cold sweat appeared on Meng Lei's forehead as his heart shrunk. He thought to himself, "Undying Lords … …"
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