"Want to keep me here?" When he felt Feng Jing's substantial killing intent enveloping him, Mo Hao was also slightly stunned, and then a majestic killing intent also emerged from his eyes, and said coldly: "I'm afraid, you don't have this ability yet." ”

Swish!

Just as Mo Hao's words fell, four ghostly figures emerged, and layers of thick aura swept out, and the momentum was shocking, all of them were high-level Yue Ling realm cultivators, protecting them behind him.

Shout.

One of them, without saying too much, the aura in his body burst out without reservation, and his right hand became a claw, directly turning into an afterimage, attacking Feng Jing, pointing directly at the vital point.

Feng Jing was so seriously injured, coupled with the short distance, it was absolutely impossible to dodge the full force of a powerhouse of the same level.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and between the lightning and flint, the person had already appeared in front of Feng Jing, and the aura surged, and the claw wind tore out, bringing a sharp sound of breaking the air, dodging the golden sword in Feng Jing's hand at a strange angle, and locking directly to his vital throat.

Boom!

At the moment when the claw wind was about to lock Feng Jing's throat, a figure suddenly blocked in front of Feng Jing, and the majestic and boundless aura erupted from his body like a volcano, and the aura surged, and a punch blasted out against the oncoming claw wind.

Click.

Only a crisp sound of fracture could be heard, and the entire right arm of the high-level Yue Spirit Realm powerhouse was directly broken by a punch, and blood gushed out, and his whole person was also shocked and flew out upside down, and his feet made long marks on the ground before he could stabilize his body.

"Damn. ”

Enduring the sharp pain coming from the broken arm, the high-level Yue Spirit Realm powerhouse glared angrily and walked towards the figure in the direction of Feng Jing, who was the Feng High Priest of the Great Jing Dynasty, and his eyes burst out with almost substantial killing intent. He was a high-level Yue Ling realm, and he would be unloaded with an arm on the spot, although it would not be seriously injured, but it would more or less affect his own combat effectiveness, such a shame, how could he swallow it!

Swish!

Just after the Wind High Priest shook off the high-level Yue Ling Realm, all of a sudden, three figures also appeared next to Feng Jing, who were the people of the royal family's worship hall, all of whom were cultivators of the high-level Yue Ling Realm.

Between the confrontation between the two sides, the heavens and the earth stood still.

Swish.

Finally, the spiritual cultivation powerhouse on the side of the Lingwu Dynasty took the lead in attacking, and the injured high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouse escorted Mo Hao to retreat in the direction of the rear army, and the remaining three people, with their strong spiritual energy, completely burst out, and went directly towards that Fengjing.

"Protect King Jing and go back. Seeing this, the high priest of the wind also gave a decisive order. Xuan Wei rushed out head-on with the remaining two high-level Yue Soul Realm powerhouses...

Boom, boom, boom...

In the central area of the land of Yama, between the six figures, there were constantly loud noises, and layers of energy fluctuations were also rippling out, causing the space to collapse and the heavens and the earth to turmoil, and at this moment, this place seemed to have become a tragic battlefield.

Many of the spiritual cultivators who were watching the battle on the mountain in the distance secretly swallowed their saliva; just now, the battle between Feng Jing and Mo Hao, two high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouses, had already reached a tragic level; now the six high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouses were fighting together, and the tragedy must be even more terrifying than the previous battle between the two kings.

A melee of a strong man of this scale, among the fourth-level dynasties in the Eastern Boundary Region, only the Great Jing and Lingwu dynasties had this background. After all, a high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouse is already enough to establish a faction, dominate one side, and be admired.

Knock knock...

In the sky above the land of Yama, between the intertwining of light and shadow, a thick aura raged out, and there were constantly deafening loud noises, which made people's scalps tingle.

In front of the Lingwu army...

Mo Hao lowered his head slightly, looking at the slender sword mark on his body, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he immediately swallowed a golden pill in one bite to recover his injuries. Although Feng Jing's sword array was broken by the unity of his own human and weapon, the countless sword shadows raging in the golden light sword array were still full of power, and when they were injured by the sword shadows, the wound was stained with a layer of faint gold dust, which in turn suppressed the aura in the body;

Looking at the battle situation in the sky above the land of Yama, Mo Hao's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness; the current situation seems that his side does not have the slightest upper hand, and the balance of victory seems to be tilting towards the Dajing Dynasty.

Syllable.

After a slight hesitation, Mo Hao no longer hesitated, as if he had made up some kind of determination. In the palm of his hand, a jade plaque emerged, and with a sudden grip, a crisp sound of breaking sounded, and in an instant, a wisp of green smoke rose from the palm of his hand, and finally merged into the void...

"It looks like the real show is about to happen. Lan Yuan, who was looking at Mo Hao's every move, saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a faint smile.

"Young Palace Master, when are we going to do it?" On Lan Yuan's side, an old man in a white robe also asked.

"Don't worry, let's take a look at this show first. Lan Yuan patted the folding fan in his hand, looking like he was watching a show, and said, "Maybe, there will be an unexpected gain." ”

"Windfall?" On Lan Yuan's side, the two white-robed old men glanced at each other, both puzzled: "Young Palace Master, before coming out, the Palace Master specially explained that everything is focused on the Heaven Breaking Divine Sword, if we snatch it at the first time, we will definitely be able to win the Heaven Breaking God Sword." When the time comes, wouldn't it be safer for the two of us to break off and buy time for the young palace master to leave this place?"

"Two elders, my father seems to have said that everything on this trip is based on my instructions, isn't it?" The folding fan in Lan Yuan's hand paused in the palm of his hand, and a fierce color appeared on his face.

"Of course, everything is up to the young palace master. Seeing this, the two white-robed old men didn't dare to question it anymore. Although the two of them are powerful in the God Realm and are admired by others, it is only for ordinary people, and it is obvious that Lan Yuan is not an ordinary person.

"Don't worry, the two elders, just wait and see. Lan Yuan retracted his face, showed a faint smile, and said, "This good show will definitely become more and more exciting." ”

On the other side of the mountain where Lan Yuan was, Jin Renjie and his party also seemed to be aware of Mo Hao's actions. The group was talking in a low voice, presumably preparing to take action.

In front of the army of the Dajing Dynasty...

"It's terrible to be one and the other. ”

Surrounded by a group of people, Na Fengjing couldn't help but sigh. Mo Hao can learn the unity of human beings at such an age, it is really talented, and over time, then Mo Hao will definitely be able to break through to the heavenly barrier and break through to the divine realm. When the time comes, the top combat power of the Lingwu Dynasty will reach a higher level.

"King Jing, what now?"

Looking at the fierce battle in the sky above the land of Yama, some army generals asked.

"Put the army in combat mode and be ready at all times. At this time, Feng Jing's expression was also extremely solemn.

Mo Hao raised the strength of the Lingwu Dynasty and opened it up to this point, already with the determination to destroy the Dajing Dynasty; if he had not left a back hand, he would definitely not have been so rash. As soon as he thought of this, Feng Jing also felt a deep uneasiness in his heart.

The current situation seems to be one step at a time.

Knock knock...

In the sky above the land of Yama, the battle of the six high-level Yue Ling Realm cultivators intensified, and layers of thick energy fluctuations swept out, making everyone tremble.

Boom.

A low voice sounded, and the figure of the Wind High Priest and the figure of a high-level Yue Soul Realm powerhouse on the Lingwu Dynasty side emerged.

The two looked at each other, and their eyes burst out with majestic battle intent. The aura around them surged wildly, and the figures of the two disappeared in place like ghosts, and the speed was staggering. In the next second, I could only hear a violent energy wave rippling out of the void, and after a few breaths of short fighting, the figures of the two reappeared, standing opposite each other out of thin air...

On the body of the high priest of the wind, his robe was torn, his face looked a little pale, and the surging aura around his body was also much weaker, no longer as strong as before, and it was obvious that a large amount of aura had been consumed in the battle just now.

On the other hand, the high-level Yue Spirit Realm powerhouse of the Lingwu Dynasty was in a worse situation than the Wind High Priest.

On its chest, there is a clear palm print, which makes the entire chest seem to collapse, and it looks extremely terrifying. At the corner of his mouth, there was a trace of blood overflowing, and the aura around his body was also rapidly wilting.

Now it seems that the winner of these two has been decided!

The Wind High Priest has the upper hand in this battle, which means that in this melee, the Dajing Dynasty will win, and this situation is the last thing Mo Hao wants to see. The originally menacing Lingwu million-strong army suffered setbacks here one after another.

In a battle between the two kings, the two kings of Mo Hao and Fengjing were evenly divided, regardless of whether they won or lost, and the balance of victory tilted in favor of the Dajing Dynasty.

In addition to the battle on the side of the Wind High Priest who had the upper hand, the other two high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouses on the Dajing side also began to gradually seize the initiative in the battle, and gradually suppressed the two high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouses of the Lingwu Dynasty.

In this melee, the battle situation is already very clear.

"King Jing, it seems that the Wind High Priest should be victorious soon. ”

Looking at the situation in the sky above the land of Yama, some of the generals around Fengjing were also happy.

If the three of them win this melee, it will play a vital role in boosting the morale of the army of the Great Jing Dynasty.

The hearts of the millions of troops are united, and the combat effectiveness will be extremely terrifying!

However, in the face of the imminent victory of the High Priest of the Wind, there was no joy on his face, but instead he became heavier and heavier, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

As for the Lingwu army, Mo Hao could also see the battle situation in the sky above the land of Yama clearly. He saw that the three high-level Yue Spirit Realm powerhouses on his side were about to lose, and his face did not show any anger, and he seemed very calm; this kind of calm in Mo Hao's heart was what Feng Jing was worried about in the depths of his heart.

Once the battle is over, the storm will rise again!