Wen Yiming teleported in the direction of the west of the mountain range, this place was about to be surrounded, and in the absence of the Wood Spirit Kite, it would be difficult to break through by flying in the air.

Looking at Caixia gradually dissipating in the sky, he was thinking at high speed in concentration, the four major sects must have led thousands of martial cultivators to come, and the distance between the martial cultivators was widened to cover the net, the area of this encirclement was too large, he could only try to cross the mountain range and throw off the four major sects first.

For half a day, Wen Yiming was stunned, and when he crossed the mountain range, he touched an invisible barrier, and he was teleported instantly.

At this moment, in the grassland where there was nowhere to hide, a straight line probe flung around, and countless martial cultivators came from thousands of meters away.

The outflanking of the east, northeast, north, and northwest made him speechless.

That invisible barrier was naturally the southwest end of the secret realm, and it was too late for him to understand at this moment.

Pit daddy!

Wen Yiming scolded secretly, shook off his steps and ran wildly towards the southeast, he wanted to continue to retreat to the southwest of the rear, and then touch the barrier again and return to the grassland.

However, he didn't dare to gamble, in case he was teleported into the crowd, it was extremely dangerous.

The southeast corner, hopefully a breakthrough.

His figure had already been discovered, roaring in a film, mixed with communication and transmission.

"Hey, someone appeared out of thin air?"

"Haha, this kid has touched the barrier, chase!"

"Quick, send a message, this idiot is breaking through to the southeast. ”

"Elder Huang, this kid ran to the southeast, who is there over there? Senior Wen Song? Hurry up, summon the message, close the net!"

"Chong, intercept the kid, Elder Xiahou passed on our ground-level martial arts. ”

The shouts of loud shouts rang out everywhere, and Sikong Jing also saw the escape of the figure.

He rode through the air, and after a long series of death orders were issued, he pulled out the communication card.

"Xiahou Ji, Lao Huang, southeast, hurry! Wen Song, he came over, stopped, and gathered the people. ”

In less than a minute, Xiahou Ji came with a green mist in the sky, which shocked Sikong Jing.

"Xiahou, what are you doing? Use all the Qingfeng Extreme Speed Pill, fight like this!"

Xiahou Jiqi's speed did not decrease, and he instantly surpassed Sikong Jing, and said angrily: "Lao Tzu is afraid that he will be pinched to death by Wen Song, and he must peel this little stray hair alive!"

Then, he yelled at the communication board: "Wen Song, enough friends to leave this little miscellaneous dog alive, and I will be there later." ”

Wen Song, who was dozens of miles away, was giving orders, asking all the martial cultivators to gather in the net, and when he heard the message in the air, he was about to reply, when he suddenly saw a white-clothed figure in the distance below, suddenly flashing in, each step brought out hundreds of meters away, and it was nearly a thousand meters in an instant.

He swooped down with his spear drawn, shouting, "Stop him, stay alive... Nima, what the hell?"

Wen Song couldn't swoop down and hit the ground, but he saw that the figure suddenly disappeared in place, and he had already rushed into the crowd that had not been able to close, and suddenly burst out with a gunshot, and the blood of dozens of martial sects was splashed on the spot.

"Teleportation,, Lao Tzu has it too!"

Wen Song spun in the air, disappeared in place with a low roar, Fang Yi teleported to the ground, and a strong wind with a strong killing intent rushed towards him.

'Sonorous ——!'

Wen Song's spear, which was caught off guard, was instantly shattered, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding like an infusion, and his arms trembled and numb.

In fright, he saw the true face of the silver spear, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

'Buzz ——!'

Two hundred meters away, a silver spear appeared out of thin air in the hand of the white-clothed figure, and in an instant, it burst into flames, killing three martial artists in a row.

"Hahaha, the miscellaneous hair of Tianwen Palace, if the master can't nail you, you will be counted as your fate!"

Wen Yiming, who was dressed in white and with a silver gun, provoked a general, smashed his backhand at Wen Song, and laughed wildly.

Wen Song raised his hand and shook the smashed corpse into a blood mist, and when he saw that the man was frantically collecting the storage bag of the dead corpse, he couldn't help but be furious.

"You're dead!"

The moment the storm rushed out, Wen Yiming had already recoiled the dragon gun and continued to run wildly.

"Stop him all for me, and those who have merit will join Tianwen Palace unconditionally. ”

Wen Song was really angry, there were only more than ten martial arts sects, and eighty percent of them were the disciples of his Tianwen Palace, and he finally realized Xiahou Ji's fury.

Wen Yiming rushed all the way, and although there were many martial cultivators outflanked in front, there were only four martial kings in the early stage.

As long as he is not surrounded by the martial kings of the four major sects, no one can shake him!

Dozens of martial arts generals came in a mixed manner, as if they were not afraid of death, their faces were fanatical, and they were all excited to join the Tianwen Palace and ascend to the sky in one step.

"Ho ah——!"

The dragon spear burst out of his hand, rushing out with Ling Yan's killing intent.

'Puff puff...'

The blood mist rose in the fierce wind and howled.

Seven kills in one shot!

In the distance, Phantom Heart and Wen Chaoxia suddenly paused, stunned!

The silver spear had a killing intent, and after penetrating the seven martial cultivators, it suddenly appeared between the white-clothed man beckoning.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

Wen Yiming's feet were fast, and his speed did not decrease but increased, and he drank violently and shot at the people of Tianwen Palace, he hated the person with the word 'ask' on his shirt.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Wen Chaoxia ——!"

With a roar, he swooped forward, rushing straight to Wen Chaoxia, who was retreating side by side with Phantom Heart in the distance.

"Stop!" Wen Song was in a hurry, Wen Chaoxia was a genius disciple of Tianwen Palace, and he was also the grandson of the Great Elder, if he died in the secret realm, he would not be able to explain.

Teleportation is time-limited, and he can only run for his life, hoping to rush to the rescue.

Suddenly, a green mist rolled over, and before he could open his mouth to ask for help, he had heard Xiahouji roar.

"Come on, Miscellaneous Hair!"

Wen Yiming was extremely shocked, he could hear that it was Xiahou Ji's voice, but how could it be so fast.

During the surprise attack, he turned around quickly, and the dragon spear burst out with one hand, and the essence blood exploded.

He forcibly controlled the sixth-order dragon spear with his mind to prevent the dragon groan from exploding, so as not to reveal his identity, but his strength weakened a lot.

The exuberant outburst and the repressive exertion are definitely two completely different combat powers.

Xiahou Ji condescended to crush the green dragon halberd in the air, and the halberd shadow was majestic.

The moment the guns and halberds intersected, the group killing intent suppression burst out, and even Wen Song, who rushed over, was spared.

Boom blast!

Wen Yiming fell backwards again and again, and when he stood still, he still slipped dozens of meters backwards, plowing two deep ravines under his feet.

Before he could breathe, he stepped and leaned over, and the dragon spear provoked, scattering the sword light emitted by Wen Song.

It was only at this moment that Xiahou Ji landed with trembling arms, his mouth bursting, and his face was full of incredulity.

Wen Song once again sacrificed a spear, glanced at the frightened Xiahou Ji, and his eyes were also full of bitterness, what kind of person is this?

Wen Yiming sensed that the dense martial arts cultivators were surrounding, raised his hand and thumbs down, raised his chin and sneered: "Sunset Valley, Tianwen Palace, garbage!"

After saying that, he raised the dragon gun and shouted in a low voice, and teleported out of the kilometer.

The strong combat body makes the time limit for him to use teleportation half shorter than that of the Martial King, but the consumption of true yuan is much larger.

Wen Chaoxia watched with palpitations as the man went straight into the crowd, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, it was simply a slaughter, and it was difficult for him to breathe smoothly.

If Xiahou Ji was a step late, he had been killed by the dragon spear, and at that moment, he really felt the taste of death.

"Entangle him!"

Xiahou Ji's face was pale, and he lifted the green dragon halberd and Wen Song rushed out.

Sunset Valley and Tianwen Palace are garbage?

Shame!

Fourth Update!

(End of chapter)