Of course, there are also the opponent's slightly clumsy controls.

Even though they had practiced the combined attack technique for a long time, their control of the terrifying light arrows was already extremely flexible.

But compared with his own physical skills, there is still a huge gap, which is also the source of Ning Ping's fearless confidence.

Then, the idea came to mind of using the opponent's attacks to weaken them.

While dodging, he had already communicated with Hu Buwei and the other two. After adjusting the angle of the light arrow, he gave the other party this great gift.

"ah......"

A dull roar also came from the ball of light.

As the ball of light gradually dissipated, Zhao Ming's body was revealed.

His clothes were tattered and his exposed skin was all golden, as if it were made of metal.

Even the hair on his head exuded a metallic luster, clearly showing that he had mastered the law of gold.

But his aura was obviously weakened.

Especially the back, there are four huge holes, and the internal organs and bones in the body are clearly visible, and they are constantly wriggling and recovering.

Then, Zhao Ming's eyes, which exuded endless murderous intent, glanced coldly at the people around him.

This glance made all the monks around tremble with fear, avoiding their gazes and not daring to say a word.

Finally, his gaze fell on Ning Ping and the other two.

The hatred that emanated from him was enough to tear the three people into pieces right before his eyes.

But how could Ning Ping and the others be scared?

"This is none of our business. It was your men who hurt you!" Ning Ping shrugged and looked innocent.

However, he was secretly shocked in his heart. Of course, he knew how powerful his Tongtian Fist was.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was still able to stand after being attacked from both sides.

The toughness of this body that possesses the Law of Gold is really beyond my expectations. Its strength is really too strong.

"Humph, it seems I underestimated you guys! I didn't expect you to be so cunning!"

Zhao Ming gradually calmed down, and the huge wounds on his back began to wriggle and recover.

However, his aura was still very weak, and it seemed that this attack had made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"How about you just retreat! Just stay here and don't sneak out to cause trouble to others. How about we just keep our distance?"

Ning Ping suggested sincerely.

"Haha!!! What a joke! Do you think you can get away with it just because I suffered such a small loss? Haha..."

Zhao Ming laughed out loud, looking up to the sky, as if he had heard some huge joke.

The laughter died away, and a layer of coldness appeared on Zhao Ming's face again. He spoke coldly to the men around him.

"Listen to me, if you let them escape, you will all be buried with them!"

"Yes!" Everyone around responded in unison, with a hint of panic flashing across their faces.

As a result, the round mirrors in the hands of those monks also suddenly lit up, as if they were afraid that Ning Ping and his companions would rush out if they were careless and bring them into trouble.

Then Zhao Ming stared at Ning Ping and the others who were still acting as if nothing had happened, and his heart suddenly tightened.

I really can't think of what else the other party can rely on, just that old fox and that fake monk...

"Today I will capture you and reopen the gates of my holy land, allowing all my fellow believers to once again feel the holy light..."

Zhao Ming didn't know why he said that. After realizing that his words seemed somewhat guilty, he immediately shut up.

He took a deep breath, and all the energy in his body was mobilized again.

As the internal skills were activated, metallic tentacles continuously emerged from his body and spread in all directions.

Those unknown things looked like giant pythons or more like worms.

The whole body is covered with sharp spikes, and the spikes are constantly surging, making people feel that they will be sucked into them as long as they touch them.

Especially the first part, it was more like the sandworms Ning Ping had seen in the Forgotten Swamp.

The metal tentacles have no head, only densely packed mouthparts that emit a metallic luster and constantly surge inward, over and over again, as if they want to devour anything they encounter.

As the metal tentacles continued to emerge from his body, the space they occupied became larger and larger.

After a while, like a metal monster covered with tentacles, a breath of territory emanated from it.

"Be careful! This guy looks like he's going crazy!"

Seeing how strange he was, Hu Buwei's eyes became more cautious.

"Similarly, you and Old Hong are entangled with each other, and I will clear out those annoying guys around us first!"

Ning Ping took a quick look and immediately made a judgment.

There is no doubt that the other party's move is also to expand the strange metal tentacles and use his own golden domain to occupy the space in the formation.

This will make the space for them to move smaller and make it easier for the other party to succeed.

As he spoke, he quickly retreated backwards.

"Don't worry, kid. Once I take care of these two old guys, it will be your turn!"

As Zhao Ming spoke, the tentacles that were constantly twisting around him suddenly stopped and then surged towards the few people.

Hu Buwei stretched out his hand and a bone claw shot out, grabbing one of the tentacles. With a swing of his body, he disappeared among the tentacles.

The bone claw that had just grabbed the tentacle was immediately torn into pieces and swallowed up by the sharp spikes on it.

Hong Shi also suddenly activated the oil lamp in his hand, causing the entire area to be filled with a layer of light smoke, and he himself disappeared silently into the smoke.

When Hu Buwei and Hong Shi started fighting, their skills were quite complementary.

What Hu Buwei realized was the law of shadow. As long as there was a shadow, he could come and go freely.

The smoke and dust emitted by Hong Shi's magic weapon also provided perfect cover for him.

Ning Ping was not idle either. With a thought, he activated his Yuan power and bursts of lightning flowers emerged from his body.

Thunder and lightning field!

After the lightning field spread out, it directly entangled the surging metal tentacles behind Zhao Ming.

In an instant, all of Zhao Ming's tentacles were immediately submerged by purple thunder, with a series of crackling sounds.

Disturbed by this, his tentacles suddenly stopped and began to dance aimlessly.

"Lightning Field! Humph, no wonder he's so confident. Very good! The rumors are indeed true. I'm getting more and more interested!"

Zhao Ming endured the discomfort and controlled the tentacles in the sky to quickly stabilize them.

Ning Ping ignored the fight between them and focused his attention entirely on the sixty-four monks around him.

Now the space of the formation is being squeezed by the other party. If we don’t take action to solve the problem, it may lead to big trouble.