Grenades machine guns, sounded in the distance in the dense forest.

Compared to the people of the Nine Great Factions, their strength was very weak, and ordinary barbarians could not dodge the attacks of heavy weapons at all, and they were soon killed and wounded.

The white barbarian patriarch Shui Nian's face changed suddenly, and he said a barbarian word, and hundreds of people retreated to hide in the forest.

At this time, dozens of killers armed with hot weapons appeared in the direction of the Lianxiang Society.

It turned out that their gunners were more than the previous wave, but they just felt that it was useless to deal with the seven major factions of hot weapons, so they kept hiding in the shadows and did not appear, wanting to release cold guns in the dark.

At this time, some of the balance was broken again, after all, with so many gunners, except for a few leaders, the Nine Barbarian Tribe was nothing less than cannon fodder.

"Don't waste time with them, kill, don't forgive!" another purple-robed sage stretched out his withered palm and waved it forward.

Two hundred white robes and more than twenty black robes immediately rushed towards the seven major factions.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

The seven major factions brought elite disciples this time, most of them are in the early stage of congenital, of course, there are also a few half-step congenital, Ximen Xue's strength is weak here, and she has been hiding behind in order to protect Wan Nuo.

The seven major factions are centered on a group of elders, except for the three mid-innate realms, the rest of these elders are all in the early innate stage, although the people of the Lianxiang Society are twice as large as them, but they are also evenly matched.

However, it was when the two purple-robed saints did not make a move, and the addition of the innate mid-stage powerhouse, even if there was one more, would make a lot of changes in the scene.

They watched outside for ten minutes and suddenly smiled similarly.

One of them took out a whistle and blew it, and in an instant, the cold wind wrinkled, and there was a messy and rapid rustle in the dense forest.

Immediately after, more than thirty naked humanoid monsters, baring their fangs, rushed towards the Seven Great Factions.

Princess, these are princesses, humanoid monsters trained by the Mercy Society.

Ye Fan had seen it before in the Lianxiang Society, but these seemed to be upgraded versions, faster, and the nails and fangs had broken through the concept of humans, like beasts.

Thirty princesses suddenly appeared, plus two purple-robed saints joined the battle, completely overturning the balance of victory.

The seven major factions were miserable and fell into absolute decline.

The weaker disciples fell one after another, and the wails came and went.

Of course, there are many casualties in the Lianxiang Society, but they seem to be fearless of death, fighting with their lives, and they are inhumane.

"What should the Red Lotus Master do? If we continue to fight, we will all die here!" said an elder of the Huashan Sect.

With her strong strength, although the Red Lotus nun is very outstanding, she has no power to return to the sky, and she can't be a hero who reverses the overall situation.

"You can only withdraw, each with his strength to fight a bloody way, staying here can only wipe out the whole army!" "The Red Lotus nun made a terrifying decision.

The disciples and elders of the seven major sects were shocked.

Retreat, each by strength?

This sentence has been said very clearly, everyone is fighting for their own battles, the strong ones have their lives to escape, and the weak ones are only killed, and Lianxiang will be surrounded heavily, how can they escape easily, this one is a defeat that will never be recovered.

For many years, the seven major factions have been harmonious on the surface, but secretly intrigued, all trying to compete for power, and the alliance they have worked so hard to build is so vulnerable, and they are acting separately in the face of life and death.

Everyone was silent, desperate, and realized for the first time why they had fallen into such a trap, because the human heart was not ancient, and there was a lack of conviction in unity.

Identity and status?

Bullshit, what's the value of those false names in the face of life and death!

Suddenly a drizzling rain fell from the sky, dousing the fire, and the scene was plunged into darkness, as if to herald the end of these lives.

However, at this moment, a flash of dawn suddenly crossed the dark sky, and the fierce battle had fought from midnight to dawn.

Blood flowed in the jungle, barbarians, the Seven Great Factions, the Mercy Society, the beasts and princesses, corpses were all over the field, rivers of blood flowed, and the suffering was unspeakable.

The seven major factions have lost the confidence to continue fighting, and they don't even have the belief in unity, how can they face the enemy?

Reika will fight more and more bravely, wanting to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flew down from the side of the jungle, shot out sharply, kicked over three or two princesses in the air, and punched out, a black-robed venerable couldn't touch the blood spraying wildly, and when he landed, he trampled two white-robed people under his feet.

People were shocked, where did the savior come from, was it the help of the sect?

"Who?" roared the purple-robed sage with a hideous face.

The man fell to the ground like a gust of wind, raised his head and said, "Dragon Dream, Kamikaze Hall, Zhao Zifeng!"

Before the words fell, two strong men came out from the other direction.

One was tall and burly, the other was tall and emaciated, and everywhere he went, two black-robed and three white-robed people were on their backs.

"Dragon Dream, Earth Fire Hall, Zhang Jingxin, Liu Yu!" the two shouted at the same time.

Brushing and brushing, a few more people flew around, and two mysterious people appeared, one silent and melancholy, the other wise and resolute.

"Dragon's Dream, Holy Water Hall, Field!"

"Tianlei Hall, Zhao Hao!"

Divine Wind, Holy Water, Heavenly Thunder, Earth Fire, and the Dragon's Dream are all gathered!

"And me, Dragon Dream, Liu Jing!"

Liu Jing rushed out from the rear, and with lightning speed, he knocked several gunmen away, snatching the micro rush in their hands, like a god killing in the world, and everywhere he went, blood soared.

"It's the master of the dragon's dream, the three major congenitals, and there are many half-step congenitals, there are saved, we are saved!"

Countless disciples of the Seven Great Sects saw the light of day, and they had all heard of the reputation of the Dragon Dream, but those were not prestige, but notoriety.

The existence of the Dragon's Dream is like a shooting star, and it stands up in the most dangerous times, but it suffers the price of destruction.

But at this moment, everyone wanted to ask from the bottom of their hearts, if the Dragon Dream was said to be as unbearable as the masters and elders in the sect, why would they help in this time of crisis?

"Liu Jing, you are really a hero, you are in danger, our seven major factions are grateful to Dade, if you can escape, there will definitely be a place for your dragon dream in the martial arts in the future!"

Liu Jing pursed his lips disdainfully and said with a smile: "Don't talk about these, let's just play a little bit of residual heat, we don't want to see these flowers of the next generation of the motherland die in vain!"

Their presence turned the tide of the battle was one-sided.

Especially Liu Jing, it can be said that he is an absolute master in the field, even if the two purple robes join forces, they may not be able to beat him.

Everyone saw hope, like the dawn in the sky, there was a possibility of survival.

However, just as the sun was about to rise, eight people wearing different colors of clothing inexplicably appeared on the mountainside behind the mountain.

There are men and women, yellow-skinned and foreigners.

Samurai, ninjas, European and American tuxedos, vampire shapes, brown people in Egyptian pharaonic costumes, black people with tattoos.

Immediately afterwards, more than thirty killers appeared on the mountainside, wearing black undershirts and breastplates of different colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

"Dark Temple?" Zhao Zifeng said in a condensed voice.

"Sure enough, it still appeared, and I knew that it wouldn't be so easy to pass today. Zhang Jingxin frowned.

"The remnants of the dragon's dream, today is also the time for you to disappear completely, twenty years ago, you blocked our plan, and now, we have enough strength, the seven major factions, including all those who oppose us, have only one end, perish!" The man in a Japanese samurai suit slowly pulled out the katana at his waist.

The strength of each of them is extraordinary, and they have been hidden in the dark for a long time, waiting for this fatal blow.

"Kill, don't leave a single one!" a ninja from an island country made a decapitation gesture, and dozens of Dark Temple killers jumped down.

"Brothers, how long has it been since we fought side by side together, we old bones, it's time to exert the last residual heat, no matter life or death, we can't be ashamed of the Dragon Dream, we couldn't twenty years ago, and we can't now!" Liu Jing said proudly, facing a powerful enemy Ling Ran was not afraid.

"It's just that my brother Fei is not present, a little regretful, Brother Yaozhi ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood, Brother Fei, your injuries don't need to be cured, our brothers are waiting for you on Huangquan Road!" Zhang Jingxin laughed, laughing with tears.

"The blood is not cold!" Zhao Zifeng suddenly stretched out his hand.

"The Dragon Dream is not extinguished!" all the first-generation veterans of the Dragon Dream slammed their fists together.

At that moment, the pride was sweet, it was not about life and death, it was not about victory or defeat, they were fighting a kind of belief.

The Mercy Society, the Dark Temple, wants to dominate our territory, step over our corpses first.

The people of the Seven Great Sects felt this belief, some people gave it a go, and some people were desperate in their hearts, but no one ran because there was no possibility of escape.

The dark hall has been hidden for twenty years, and suddenly appeared at this time, the purpose is already very obvious, compared to before, their strength is stronger, as soon as they make a move, they will completely suppress the situation in the field.

Scattered and chaotic, either dead or wounded, the battle lasted for more than an hour, and the seven major factions, the dragon's dream, including the barbarians in the distance, no longer had the strength to fight.

In the end, only Liu Jing, Zhao Zifeng, the Red Lotus nun and another mid-congenital powerhouse could still stand up.

Everyone retreated to the edge of the mountain wall and hid behind these few strong men.

The incense will merge with the Dark Temple, and hundreds of strong men will look at the slaughtered lamb with playful eyes, ready to pronounce their final sentence of death.

"I've always wondered when you can stop shouting this slogan of blood and dragon dreams, and now, the answer is obvious, after you die, this slogan is destined to become a laughing stock in this world!" said the purple-robed saint.

"Vulnerable, it's time for the Central Plains Martial Arts to change the dynasty, how can a group of weak people be in charge!" said the island warrior.

"Send them to death, and use the lives of these people today to sacrifice the flag for our plan to dominate the martial arts!" said the island ninja.

A group of masters surrounded him again and carried out the final strangulation.

All are desperate and helpless.

Liu Jing raised his head to look at the sky, looked at the rising sun, and smiled knowingly, "Brother, I took the first step, forgive me for being incompetent, Fan'er didn't find it, our dream ...... Hehe, if there is an afterlife, continue the frontier!"

Liu Jing smiled at the corner of his mouth, and closed his eyes in despair for the first time.

However, at this moment, the mountain behind him shook violently.

There was a bang, something exploded, the sky shook like the earth was shaking, and the boulders above rolled down.

Everyone was shocked and looked up.

I saw that a few hundred meters in the sky, a long sword shining with vast golden light was born.

Exactly, a cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops came to meet each other......