"Uhh

Wen Yiming snorted miserably, two holy light techniques spilled out, and he turned around and broke through to the dozens of Martial Kings on the side.

If you want to escape, you must wait for the pony to wake up, and the only thing you can do during this period is not to let the four martial kings be sealed.

Short throwing dragon spears erupted frequently, and a bloody path spread out.

Sikongjing follows closely, and the rhythm is constantly disturbed.

Wen Yiming's mind trembled, and he couldn't help laughing wildly, threw a backhand dragon gun, and took Sikong Jing's head in a humiliating way.

"Haha, garbage assist."

He has a soul stealing scroll, and the heroic tears integrated into it can even be suppressed by Rakshasa blood, not to mention the disturbance of the sound of the flute, and the anti-fainting of the Vermilion Bird cloak.

Sikong Jing didn't do anything except for the sound of the flute that made him stiff.

However, the Xiao Yin, which made many martial cultivators fearless and deadly, did double his pressure, Wen Song and Huang Zheng flanked left and right, and from time to time they attacked with all their might in containment; Xiahou Ji was tightly clamped behind, and the powerful Qinglong Halberd only attacked but could not defend.

Wen Yiming was almost like a bloody man, his attacks were getting fewer and fewer, his defense was about to be broken, and the blood he endured had been swallowed alive a few times.

"Bombard with martial arts in batches, connect well, don't let this kid breathe!" The sky is commanded at high altitude.

The offensive changed suddenly, and the various attacks and killings were reduced by seventy percent, which made Wen Yiming breathe a sigh of relief, but he knew that the next wave would be a continuous bombardment, which would directly consume him.

"This old thing!" Wen Yiming secretly hated the auxiliary, but he could only desperately open the way in the flying dragon spear.

He's waiting, and he'll do it as soon as the teleportation time limit is up, because the pony has woken up.

At the beginning of killing twenty Martial Kings, he accumulated two layers of combat power, but it was insignificant in this formation.

It is in the fifth-layer stage of cultivation, which is the most painful part of the Soul Stealing Scroll, and it is necessary to cross the level to kill the low-level thief in order to stack the combat power.

If he was now a fourth-level cultivator of the Martial Sect, the Soul Stealing Scroll would have already been stacked N times.

Jinnima Pit!

Wen Yiming scolded secretly and teleported out!

The figure appeared 1,700 meters away.

'Yu——! ’

The horse roared and hissed.

A snow-white one-horned war horse landed almost at the same time as him.

The unicorn is like jade, and the eyes are ice blue; The four hooves are like ice, with a cold wind; The horsetail flutters like snowflakes.

"Good horse!"

Wen Yiming turned over and galloped with a gun in a long roar.

"What? Where did the horses come from? ”

Xiahouji had just teleported out, stunned in place, and let out a surprised voice.

"Why are you stunned, wait for him to recover from his injuries and come back to kill you?"

Sikong Jing's heart was cold, and he scolded.

This kind of person does not die, and the rest of the time in the secret realm is that they are waiting for death, and Tai Nima is strong.

More than 3,000 martial cultivators, nearly fifty martial kings in the early stage, and four martial kings in the middle stage, did not even consume them to death.

And right now, there are still 2,000 people, and even half of the martial kings have fallen, is this still a human being?

Huang Zheng and Xiahou Ji also swallowed the pill again, speeding up and outflanking them to death, this time all the blood money was wasted on this kid.

Between a few hundred meters, everyone looked at each other, and one person and one horse had disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping sounded again.

"What? Why did this Zhao Xin come back? ”

"So fast, Nima, what kind of BMW is this?"

"What a unicorn, what do you mean by this guy circling in circles?"

", this kid is rushing towards us, Senior Xiahou, come on..."

Before the words fell, a silver ray struck in the strong wind.

'Puff puff...'

The dragon spear shocked the rainbow and killed 17 people!

The silver mang's momentum did not disappear, and it disappeared abruptly, and reappeared in the hands of the galloping figure.

"Driving ——!"

The voice of the proud royal horse, with the dragon spear, frightened the rainbow in the iron hooves and slaughtered everywhere.

The blood waves are flying, and the howls are everywhere!

"Haha! The miscellaneous pieces of the four major sects, come to kill the master, drive ——! ”

Iron hooves galloped, and four frosty mist filled the horses' hooves, like clouds, suppressing all the sand and dust.

The horsetail dragged its snowy tail wings in the wind, and no one could tell the unicorn's rank, so powerful that it wanted to roar and scream.

Xiahou Ji stopped in the middle of the sprint, stepped back, and stood side by side with Wen Song, with fear in his eyes.

Huang Zheng and Sikong Jing glanced at each other and saw each other's retreat.

This speed!

Who can compete with that? How to intercept?

However, to fight or to retreat?

People are like the wind, they don't confront you head-on at all, and each of them is broken in the guerrilla killing, even if they are gathered together, but the inexhaustible silver spear projection, almost every blow will harvest several lives, how to fight?

Return? To put it bluntly, it's to escape!

Can... Can you get away with it?

The four Martial Kings were bitter in their hearts, and they couldn't help but lean together.

"Driving ——!"

When the silver mangs burst out, the wind was fierce.

Before the corpse fell to the ground, the dragon spear appeared in Wen Yiming's hand again.

Wen Yiming leaned over the horse, the dragon spear mopped the ground, and charged towards Xiahouji's surprise attack, the spear head brought a string of sparks on the ground, and the friction sound was like a life talisman, which was terrifying.

"Don't separate, shoot together!" Xiahou Jiqing Dragon Halberd waved and said loudly.

The four of them all understood that only by joining forces could they not be afraid of this guerrilla attack by Zhao Xin.

"Haha... The four major sects, all special garbage! ”

Wen Yiming scolded loudly, turned the line sharply, and rushed towards Wen Chaoxia, who was shocked.

He is connected to the ponies, and the control of the horses is in his mind.

Centaurs are one!

"Shaft, you dare..."

Wen Song's restrained shouts did not fall, Wen Yiming had already provoked Wen Chaoxia with one shot, shaking his hands and twisting into a blood mist.

Wen Chaoxia didn't understand why Zhao Xin hated himself so much when he was dying, and he wanted to put himself to death three times and twice.

Phantom Xin's face was pale, and the aftermath of the shot just now shocked several people, and he was next to Wen Chaoxia, but he didn't have anything to do.

"Come and kill Lao Tzu, the miscellaneous skin of Tianwen Palace!"

Wen Yiming laughed wildly, galloped on his horse, and rushed straight at Li Zhaoyun, the son of Li Xiuzhu!

"Zhao Xin, you dare!"

Xiahou Ji shot out in a wild drink, Li Zhaoyun's identity is not only the son of the valley master, all the cultivation is the old valley master's personal inheritance, he regards it as the future heir of Sunset Valley, if he dies in the secret realm, it is equivalent to the end of his life.

Li Zhaoyun is in a big risk, he can be called a genius in Sunset Valley, but in front of this Zhao Xin, he is a miscellaneous fish, and letting him make a move is just his identity.

At this moment, he was extremely resentful of what kind of young valley master he was.

The seventh-layer martial arts sect in his thirties is indeed a top genius, but Wen Yiming is a genius reaper.

'Poof——! ’

The spear penetrated the body and collapsed into a blood mist.

"Zhao Xin, ——! dead"

Xiahou Ji's heart was cold, and he roared hysterically and rushed towards Wen Yiming, and the shadow of the green dragon halberd skyrocketed.

Wen Yiming turned the horse's head and instantly exploded the blood and rode up.

Horses borrow people's power, and people borrow horses' potential;

The unity of man and horse is like thunder.

Wen Yiming faced the majestic halberd shadow, leaned over his shoulders, shrunk into a ball, and fiercely collapsed out with his dual dragon spears.

Shoot into a shield!

The Shura battle body has no defensive position.

The shield of attack and defense lies in breaking the momentum!

'So-ho-'

Roar!

The dust and waves churned, and the horses of hell rose on their hooves, neighing through the air.

The shadow of the halberd dissipated, the pieces of halberds shot out in all directions, and Xiahouji shot out backwards, pulling out the crimson blood line.

(End of chapter)