"White Eagle King, you actually survived the Twenty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?!!"

As soon as Yan Youxing's words came, a dazzling white light suddenly erupted above the sky.

Chen Xinzhu was awe-inspiring in his heart, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly rushed at full speed.

However, after a breath, the dazzling white light slowly dissipated, and what appeared in front of Chen Xinzhu's eyes was a scene that made him feel painful.

"Master ——!!!"

I saw Yan Youxing's figure falling from the sky, and more importantly, there was a huge hole in his chest.

Not only Chen Xinzhu.

On Mount Hua, Lu Yilin and the others, who were paying close attention to the battle situation, all changed their faces.

"Uncle Shi!!"

"Uncle Shizu!!"

As the pillar of optimus of the Huashan faction, Yan Youxing's defeat undoubtedly crushed the last hope in the hearts of many Huashan disciples.

"It's over! I'm done sending Huashan!"

There are disciples with desperate faces.

"Damn!!"

Some disciples are unwilling.

In the corner of Huashan, Lu Yilin, whose face seemed to be dozens of years old, looked at Yan Youxing's falling figure with a sad face.

"Senior Brother......

Although because of the system of the Huashan faction, Lu Yilin has always called Uncle Yan Youxing.

However, what few people know is that he is actually the same generation as Yan Youxing, and when he was young, he was even a brother who lived in the same courtyard, and he had a great relationship.

Because of this, Yan Youxing's efforts for the Huashan faction in the past few decades are also the most clear.

“...... Enough is enough. ”

Hearing the words of his own master, Meng Huai looked at the miserable-looking head uncle in the sky, and a little tear stained came out of the corner of his eye.

Huashan faction, I'm afraid it will end here.

Rumble!

The air roared, and a figure caught Yan Youxing who fell from the sky.

Meng Huai's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Master, that's ?!!"

"Master Chen's nephew ?!!"

Looking at Chen Xinzhu who suddenly appeared above the sky, Lu Yilin was shocked.

In fact, not only their master and apprentice, but also some of the Huashan disciples who were still alive also widened their eyes in shock.

They all recognized Chen Xinzhu.

......

"Master, the disciple is late. ”

In mid-air, Chen Xinzhu hugged Yan Youxing's mutilated body and wept silently.

He regrets it very much now!

Knowing that the Dao soldiers would be watched, why didn't they pay enough attention??

Why be so careless?

Why??

As if feeling his self-blame, Yan Youxing's body moved slightly.

"Xin, Hsinchu?"

"Master?"

Chen Xinzhu's face showed joy, and he hurriedly used his skills to heal him.

"Ahem...... Hsinchu, don't, don't bother, I, I'm ...... this time It's true...... No more. ”

"Master, don't speak, the disciple will definitely find a way to save you, you have a good rest. ”

Chen Xinzhu's sword yuan seemed to be unwanted, and it poured into Yan Youxing's body in a steady stream, wanting to save his life.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Bright red blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, Yan Youxing glanced at Chen Xinzhu with difficulty, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Hua, Huashan...... Entrusted to ...... You ......"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Youxing's head tilted, and he was completely out of breath.

"Master, Master??"

Chen Xinzhu felt a pain in his heart, and his chest seemed to be about to crack.

Holding Yan Youxing's body tightly, Chen Xinzhu raised his head to look at the three demon kings in the sky.

His face was extremely cold.

"Master, don't worry, the disciple will definitely protect the Huashan faction. ”

......

At the same time as Chen Xinzhu arrived, the White Crow King and the White Deer King were also shocked.

They didn't expect that the White Eagle King would actually hide such strength.

The Raven King was not only shocked, but also excited.

With such strength, the chance of winning the Dao soldiers is even greater.

The White Deer King, on the other hand, was so stimulated that he was a little surprised.

I don't even know what to do next.

He was originally invited by the White Eagle King to help, but in this situation, do you still need him?

The White Deer King was a little confused.

Exhaling heavily, the White Eagle King relieved himself and looked down at Chen Xinzhu's master and apprentice below.

In order to ensure a one-hit kill, the White Eagle King not only exposed his cultivation that had been hidden for many years, but also used a killing move that consumed a huge amount.

Fortunately, the plan worked.

Without the help of Yan Youxing, a veteran grandmaster, he was not afraid at all with Chen Xinzhu, a hairy boy who had just been promoted to grandmaster.

Dao soldier, he is bound to win!

Thinking of this, the White Eagle King's heart was hot, and he hurriedly sent a voice to greet the two White Crow Kings and jointly attack Chen Xinzhu.

The three demonic hands had just emerged, and at this moment, Chen Xinzhu just raised his head to look.

The White Eagle King was shocked.

What kind of eyes are they??

The secluded slaughter, and the infinite sharpness attacked.

The White Eagle King's eyes narrowed slightly, and for some reason, a trace of bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Somehow, it seems, something is coming.

"Dao soldiers?"

The White Eagle King didn't dare to be careless, concentrated on the central focus, and the demonic energy was running with all his might, always ready to dodge or attack.

......

Jingle bells!

As the demonic hands of the three White Eagle Kings approached, a black bell that was only two fingers in size instantly appeared above Chen Xinzhu's head and shook gently.

It's the Dao soldier, the Soul Swinging Bell!

With the crisp sound of the bell, the wind and clouds above the sky suddenly stopped, and the demonic aura of the three White Eagle Kings was no exception, slowly dissipating.

In the blink of an eye, the restless heaven and earth aura within a radius of dozens of miles was instantly smoothed out.

It's like, back to before the battle.

"Is this a Dao soldier?"

The White Eagle King's gaze was extremely hot, and he could sense that this black bell contained a terrifying aura.

Even he was far from it.

However, no matter how powerful a Dao soldier is, it depends on the person who uses it, just with a new grandmaster, how much power can a Dao soldier exert?

As long as you kill this guy, you can make the Taoist soldiers recognize the Lord again.

When the time comes, holding the Dao soldier in his hand, let alone the Red Leaf King and the like, even if he is the first demon king in Southern Xinjiang, the Dragon Fish King, he is not afraid.

Even, with the help of Dao soldiers to comprehend the corresponding Dao realm, maybe there will be a chance to get a glimpse of the realm of the great demon king.

When the time comes, he will be the lord of all demons, and the world will respect him!

Thinking of this, the White Eagle King became more and more excited.

"No matter what, you must win the Dao Soldiers!"

Having made up his mind, the White Eagle King beckoned to the other two and attacked again.

However, at this moment, the anger in Chen Xinzhu's heart has burned to the extreme.

"All three of you, you're going to die!!"

The cold and piercing words came out of Chen Xinzhu's mouth, like a declaration of death.

The next moment, the pitch-black soul bell shook violently.

Jingle bells!

With the rapid sound of bells, a rich black light broke out in an instant, enveloping the world in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, but as the sound of the bell became more and more urgent, the three White Eagle Kings felt as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and it became more and more difficult to move.

"Not good!"

The White Eagle King's pupils contracted suddenly, and an ominous premonition could not be suppressed in his heart.

......

Chen Xinzhu, out of the sword!