"You go!"

Di Wen ordered many disciples of the Dragon Crane Sect to leave, and handed over Chi and Han to Gu Yue, so that they could leave here as soon as possible.

Seeing this, Gu Yue also broke out in a cold sweat, and they directly smashed the seven-foot-wide stone gate of Longhe Gate, obviously with obvious intentions.

And they are all in human form, which also shows that the strength of these people is all above the power of the tenth-order bloodline.

But there are only three powerhouses in the entire Beijun Mansion, one is the lord of Beijun, Bu Lei.

The other two are also members of the North County Government.

But none of the eight figures in front of him are in this list, what the hell is going on?

Gu Yue didn't know, and he didn't dare to know it, so he hurriedly fled here with many disciples, and the targets of these people seemed to be Di Wen and Qing Yi.

The number of people in the field retreated, leaving only Di Wen and Qing Yi, as well as the eight figures.

When the crowd retreated, they didn't attack, so their target was already locked, and that was the two Divins.

What is going to come is always coming, and Di Wen already knew in advance that the current situation would definitely happen when he left the North County Academy.

Because there is no easier opportunity to start than now, there is no competition between many forces.

Although the eight people in front of him are not from the same force, they seem to have reached a consensus.

"After bringing the descendants of the Qingtian lineage out of Beijun, as for who to go with, let's make a decision!"

They walked forward, their deliberations tacitly acquiescing.

The situation in front of him was a bit bad, and Di Wen thought that it would lead to various forces wanting to fight for Qingyi, so he would naturally fight.

I didn't expect them to want to join forces, so in this case, Di Wen would not be able to withstand so many sieges of the Mysterious Realm.

It's a bit difficult to deal with even one.

But I can't care so much, only by fighting to the death can we get a glimmer of life.

Di Wen did not leave any hole cards to release all the strength that he could exert himself, and the power of that time was not too much for the current eight people.

Seeing Di Wen's battle intentions, the eight people also released the power of the bloodline.

They had murderous intent in their eyes, and they wanted to deal with Di Wen first before attacking Qingyi.

"Ugly boy, die!"

The first to attack was a middle-aged man with a thin face like a knife, he thought that with his strength to penetrate the Xuan Realm, it would naturally be easy for a hairy boy with the power of an eighth-order bloodline to be destroyed.

As soon as he made a move, the power of that majestic bloodline was much stronger than Di Wen's.

With a punch, the air around him was filled with the sound of hunting.

Competing for physical strength, Di Wen has not been afraid of anyone, so he also fights directly.

With the blessing of the saber-toothed demon dragon's horror, Di Wen's physical strength can indeed be compared with that of the Mysterious Realm.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, and a strong wave of air shook up, stirring the faces of the two of them a little hideous.

"How is that possible!"

His knife-like face was a little incredible, and the black-robed young man with an eighth-order bloodline in front of him was almost the same as his physical strength.

Diwen also gritted his teeth, and took a mouthful of spit to spray him in the face.

"Nyima!"

The middle-aged man immediately pulled away from his body, not because of his stalemate, but because his face was already a little deformed.

"Shame on you!"

The seven figures behind him were also stunned, "Is this TM fighting?"

"Fighting is not shameless, but it is still called fighting?"

Diwen said secretly.

He was completely furious, and immediately urged the inscription talent to move, and the runes that lingered around his fist instantly fused.

It more than doubled his whole body, "Death is coming!"

Streams of dead air swept around him like blades, and the next moment he suddenly jumped up and smashed towards Divin.

Di Wen's eyes froze, and the inscription talent was sacrificed, and the purple grinding plate mark on his chest instantly decomposed, imitating the rune lines on the person in front of him.

"Death is coming!"

As soon as Di Wen drank it, several dead qi immediately gathered around his body, and his body was also doubled.

The two huge figures collided again, and the dead qi swept around them, hitting the two of them indiscriminately, both with cracks and dripping blood.

"You have the same talent for inscriptions as I do!"

The middle-aged man was extremely surprised, but the top priority was to kill Di Wen in front of him, and he did not let the surprise dominate his murderous intent.

What if you have the same inscription talent?

Di Wen was forced to retreat step by step, and the difference in the strength of their bloodlines was a little huge, and Di Wen was a little invincible.

"Eyes of the Void!"

Seeing that Di Wen was unfavorable, Qingyi's coquettish voice sounded behind him.

A huge purple pupil hung above Qingyi, the shape of which was exactly the same as the third eye between Qingyi's eyebrows.

Everywhere the purple eyes shine, there is a smell of decay.

When the purple light hit the middle-aged man, his strength instantly dropped by as much as one-third.

No matter how unbelievable his eyes were, he could feel the decline in strength, and he was being forced by Diwen step by step.

Until a punch was blasted away by Devon.

"So this is the Eye of the Void!"

Di Wen looked at Qing Yi's illusory huge pupil and couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"All together!"

The eight people below looked at the appearance of the Void Eye, and with a cold look, they pounced directly.

He clearly felt that when the eight of them entered the sight of that purple giant pupil, all of their abilities had dropped by nearly one-third.

However, they didn't care, with the strength of the eighth-rank Mysterious Realm, it was not a problem to wipe out a Di Wen who only had the power of the eighth-order bloodline.

Seeing this, Di Wen was also cold and upside down, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet!

With this blow, Di Wen was either killed or injured!

But Qingyi behind her didn't seem to be too worried, and there was always a picture evolving in her eyes.

"Figure stool, grandpa is here!"

Scold!

A spear came with the sound of breaking through the air, and the body of the spear was burning with fire.

Directly hit the eight figures, one was caught off guard, and the eight figures immediately stopped the attack and dodged the spear.

"Boom!"

The spear fell to the ground, smashing a large hole in the ground, and the spear stood on top of it, the fire shadow of the spear dispersing as it stopped rubbing.

"Who is it?"

Di Wen looked for the sound, only to see a bohemian figure looming, and with a leap, he stood on the spear standing in the field.

A high-spirited look!

"Chao Wen!"

Diwen looked at the figure, it was really familiar, and it couldn't be more familiar.

"You want to stop me from eight people with your own strength?"

The eight figures stabilized their bodies, and when they saw that there was only one person, they opened their mouths and threatened.

At present, these eight people are already on the same front, and they have an absolute advantage over any of the previous forces, let alone alone.

They have no fear at all, and they are also determined to win Qingyi, while Di Wen is already an irrelevant one, and he can be destroyed at will.

Hearing this, Chao Wen didn't speak, just gently waved his index finger, shook his head, and stood at the handle of the gun, the wind was light.

"And me, of course!"

From the mountain behind him, a majestic figure jumped down and fell to the ground, shaking those into the air at any moment.

A mad knife is pulled out from behind!

"Wei Rong is here too!"