"They can't win!" Lian Ran shook his head and said indifferently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Sister Lian Ran, don't be so direct, how can you say that you still have a friendship with him!" Bell smiled bitterly and helplessly, Lian Ran has a fire attribute but his personality is more indifferent than that of an ice attribute, although he is already familiar with her, he is still a little uncomfortable.

"Don't get involved if you don't have a chance of winning, he's a little crazy and not calm enough today!" Lian Ran and Wu Huan have been walking together for a while, and their personalities can be said to be relatively similar, but in her opinion, Wu Huan really didn't handle this matter well enough, as if he was looking for a fight by himself.

"Indeed, this is a bit unlike him!" Bell agreed at this point, as a member of the Spirit Wind Squad, Bell did not attack with Luo Huayan, and even the subordinate forces of the Spirit Wind Army and its subordinates, including Feng Xingyun Xihua, did not move, it can be said that only half of the forces of the Heavenly Spirit Sect were dispatched by the Spirit Wind Army.

"Hey, is it appropriate that you are the only one in your team who is playing with electricity?" Bell turned his head to look at Yun Zhentian, who was standing alone and looked very lonely, and the entire Lei Yu Army belonged to him and retreated.

"If you want to fight, you have to be fair, since you can't win, why don't you put this battle next time!"

"You cow!" can only say admiration for Yun Jingtian Bell, it is indeed remarkable to kill from the second-level sequence to the demon sequence, not to mention that in the past few years, Yun Jingtian has the strength to match it now, even if Yun Potian is difficult to beat him now.

At this time, the wind is flying on the battlefield, they form a large circle back to back, the opponent is numerous, but the space that can be attacked is so popular, and it is the best strategy for people to gather in a circle and take care of one side, even if the corner is stubbornly resistant, and this formation has the capital to resist.

The circle of seven people is like a small boat sailing in the storm, there is a possibility of capsizing at any time, and gradually the light emitted by the wind is no longer dazzling, it has become extremely dim, and the light that falls on everyone can no longer instantly heal the wound, at most stop the bleeding, the machine runs continuously, there are moments of metal fatigue, not to mention that the flesh and blood will also be tired and weak, although everyone keeps stuffing all kinds of healing and recovery pills into their mouths, I don't know if the medicine is too much and produces resistance, and the effect of the medicine is getting lower and lower.

Rumble!

In the midst of a loud bang, a tall figure was directly blasted down by the furious Zhenyuan, and landed on the ground not far away, pulling out a hundred-foot-long avenue of fire, and at the end of the avenue, a huge figure struggled to get up, and his face was not embarrassed.

"Girl, it's big!" It was Ovilich who got up, at this time he had already shown his true body, his strong body was full of palm prints, fist prints, and the fur was even more damaged, and not far away, the three of Tang Hua walked with gloomy faces. Although they are not as embarrassed as Oviric, they are not very good, Ovirich himself is not the opponent of the three of them, relying on a ruthless force to drag on for so long, one-on-one may Ovilic can win three-on-one, absolutely no chance of winning.

"Starry Sky Demon Clan, very good!" was beaten by one person and three people, and at this time, Tang Hua's anger can be imagined.

Thundered!

There was another loud bang, Paparod's ten-zhang puppet exploded in the huge explosion, a dark blue figure across the sky, a strange slash hit directly split the field of the lonely wind, the reason why it is strange is because this slash is not a knife, not a sword, not a gun, an axe halberd and other common blades, but a curved hook, under Paparod's cannon, Zongyun Que almost couldn't hold on, at this time he was really on fire and sent a direct blade.

"Soul Explosion!" Lone Wind and Paparod were instantly broken, and Hiero suddenly took a deep breath, his fat body instantly lost a few points, and a violent spiritual sense burst out like a huge wave, roaring volcano, and shooting towards the clouds.

"Mid-stage of soul transformation, okay! roar!" Feeling the violent spiritual consciousness fluctuations, Zong Yunque suddenly roared angrily, and in the spiritual world, Bei Yero saw a huge evil sea dragon burrowing out of Zongyun Que's body, rushing towards his spiritual consciousness wave.

"Ancestor True Spirit!" Bei Yero's face changed, this longitudinal cloud was even more terrifying than he imagined.

In this invisible battlefield, Zongyun Que and Beiyero were fighting silently but viciously, I don't know how long it took, in the wave of violent spiritual consciousness, the evil sea Jiaolong forced a passage from Beiyero's spiritual attack, and then Zongyunque rushed after him, and swept out Beiyero with a hook and was directly lifted away.

The whole process seems to be very long, but it is only a matter of a few breaths, and after a while, Paparo and Peiero are defeated, not that they are not strong, but that Zongyun is stronger.

"It's time for the farce to end!" Zong Yunque let out a low shout, and the voice mixed with Zhen Yuan spread far away, and finally resounded throughout the battlefield.

In response to Zongyun's lack was a loud explosion, and a figure mixed with broken ice in the sky fell not far from Oviric, and the refugee-like Jessia resisted the knife and panted, the disadvantage of the Shura war clan was too obvious.

Luo Huayan walked step by step with a cold face, just as Zong Yunque said that the farce should end.

On the other side of the battlefield, a sword slashed down and separated the two of them in the fight, seeing the rout of everyone, Creya instinctively wanted to step forward but was stopped by Lu Yan, it can't be that they can help, and then it depends on fate.

The whole battlefield was suddenly quiet, but the atmosphere not only did not relax but became more and more solemn, Luo Huayan and Zong Yunque led everyone to come in a majestic manner, and Feng Xiang and the others who were surrounded in the middle looked particularly helpless at this time, and the difference in strength was too big.

"Hahaha, Wu Huan, you are defeated!" Yun Potian swept out with a wild laugh, and Lei Jingyu and the other three surrounded him, their purpose was to prevent Wu Huan from going to the rescue.

"Too much nonsense, you!" Wu Huan was anxious but didn't show it, Yun Potian is not weak, since he can be called the most talented person in the Yun family in ten thousand years, his strength is not much better than that of the veteran team members, although it has not yet reached the level of Zongyun Deficiency, but it is impossible for Wuhuan to solve it in a short time, plus the three people on the side, it can be said that from the beginning, Lei Yujun was entrusted by Luo Huayan to be responsible for stopping Wu Huan, although he didn't want to admit it, but Wu Huan, who realized the potential, was already a master of Zongyun Deficiency this level, and had to guard against it.

Lei Jia once said that counting zero and suddenly, he knew that there were almost ten people who had comprehended the potential, Zongyun Que, Luo Huayan, Zhan Qianyue, Jiang Yan, Kebi Tuo, and Lei Jia himself had only comprehended the potential not long ago, and he realized that this is the embodiment of the ultimate combat power.

"Heaven and earth thunder!" The golden thunder rose again, and the clouds broke through the sky to push the valley's own true yuan to the peak, and this halberd was already the strongest move he had unreserved.

"Hundred battles, can the true self armor and the soldier soul be fused again?"

"The two have already fused the ninth layer, it is not recommended to continue to fuse at this time!" Bai Zhan shook his head and vetoed.

"I need strength!" Wu Huan knew that he had reached a bottleneck now, and his strength at this time was actually the most peak of the people present, but this was still not enough, Feng Xiang's side would be defeated at any time, and he didn't have time.

"If you fuse your anger again, you will be overloaded, and your will will be eroded!" Bai Zhan didn't care how anxious Wu Huan was at this time, he would always be so rational.

"The battle spirit is fully opened, the soldier soul and the armor are completely fused, and the anger is controlled with the battle spirit and then vented to these people, how about it?"

"Hundred battles?" asked Wuhuan .

"It seems feasible, but there are certain risks!" Bai Zhan agreed after thinking about it for a long time.

"Then come on, a hundred battles, full of fighting spirit!" "The changes in the spiritual world are only a moment in reality, at this time, Yun Potian is jumping high and a halberd is blasting down, and the huge waves in the sea of no joy are monstrous, and the entire funeral soldier peak suddenly emits dazzling golden light, countless pillars of light rise to the sky, and endless spirit soldiers can be seen in the pillar of light, these golden lights form a mighty "river of soldiers", and in the depths of the "river of soldiers", a set of armor floats and falls, countless spirit soldiers are submerged in the armor, and wisps of pure to the extreme silver flame suddenly rise on the armor.

"Give me... Get out!" "The battle spirit was fully opened, and Wu Huan entered that strange realm again, and the purple and silver aura on his body dissipated, replaced by a pure and dazzling silver metal-like aura, and the silver aura turned into a pillar of light and rushed into the sky, and suddenly a fierce and murderous aura gushed out and swept across the four directions between heaven and earth.

Yun Potian was suddenly swept by this breath, and there was a throbbing in his heart, and suddenly the true yuan was in chaos, and at this time, a fist mark rushed into the cloud breaking sky battle technique like a war hammer, destroying the withering and decaying, directly disintegrating the true yuan of Yun Potian, and then slammed into his body, and in the shocking explosion, Yun Potian's true self armor shattered, and the whole person fell powerlessly from the sky.

"Hmph!" At the same time as he threw a punch, Wu Huan had already gone away, and when Lei Jingyu and the others came to their senses, Wu Huan had already entered the crowd, and the monstrous aura contained in the soul of the endless soldier exploded in an instant, and no one in the realm of self could not be unaffected, even if it was a soul cultivator.

"This breath is ......," Meng Qi raised his head halfway up the mountain, and suddenly accelerated and flew towards the top of the mountain.

"Did it finally erupt!" a man on the top of the temple mountain looked at the peak, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a heartfelt smile, the figure slowly dissipated, only the laughter remained in place.

"What's the matter?" Wu Huan's outburst was too terrifying, and countless people looked at it, but they only had time to see that after a flash of silver light, it was a monstrous blood mist that stained the sky red, and what Phantom Shiyuan said poured out the anger on everyone, and the light words were destined to be a river of blood here today.

Many years later, when someone recalls what happened, it seems to have returned to that time, and the air smells of sweet rust, and the body has stiffened and trembled involuntarily because of fear. No one knows how many people Wuhuan killed, because many people died without corpses, and in the miserable screams and wails, even if everyone tried their best to resist, even if the team members joined forces to fight, in the end, no one could stand except for a few people.

Beneath the blood-colored sky, a golden figure exuded a metallic silver aura, surrounded by a pool of blood hell, and beneath his feet were defeated teams of demons.