Wen Yiming fell down in the middle of the steps, and everyone who shared his focus was shocked.

Wu Xiuying laughed wildly, how happy it was to die under his sword in such a way, his heavy sword pierced through the true yuan again, and slashed down in a swoop.

Wen Yiming is not as ignorant of life and death as everyone imagined, he has the boundary power defense of the Xuanwu Inner Armor, but he can't withstand the opponent's blows when he is caught off guard, and he is violently split by the True Yuan, although he is embarrassed, but the True Yuan is chaotic, and his arms are sore.

In the face of Wu Xiuying's volley of victory, he was not in a hurry, Wu Xiuying was rampant on the surface, in fact, he knew that the counter-injury of the opponent's sword defense had been weakened, and if the Xuanwu Inner Armor had more time to recover the boundary power to the fullest, Wu Xiuying's sword just now would inevitably be harmed.

He also knew that the boundary power in the Xuanwu Inner Armor had been exhausted, and the subsequent damage would impact the viscera through the Inner Armor, without the blessing of the Boundary Force, the Xuanwu Inner Armor no longer had the effect of protecting the viscera and meridians, and could only avoid being broken by the sword.

He has the subtle perception of Dacheng's concentration, and Wu Xiuying, under the mistake of judging that he was seriously injured and dying, forcibly endured the messy internal breath and seized the opportunity to kill himself.

A mistake in judgment is your own chance! Wen Yiming analyzed everything in a thought in his concentration, and collapsed out of the stone pit, leaving only five layers of insufficient true yuan and spiritual power, desperately transformed into the essence element, and suddenly kicked the steps, and the steps under his feet shattered, and Wu Xiuying, who was swooping down, shot upward, like a cannonball in a mortar.

In the midst of the loud shouting, the dragon spear dragged out a purple mist and broke out of his hand, only transforming the realm power injected by the two essence elements into the dragon spear's shocking rainbow blow, and a violent force that distorted space overflowed, making a clattering cutting sound in the air.

Before the dragon groaned, the audience was shocked, and instantly distracted looked at Wen Yiming, who was like Hou Yi shooting the sun, and the actual killing intent formed by the dragon spear snorted, and the purple mist exploded in the rainbow trajectory, and then disappeared, as if it was absorbed by an invisible black hole, and only the dragon spear shot alone, as if it would disappear at any time.

It was incalculably short, and there was a roar in mid-air, Wu Xiuying's heavy sword shattered, and his arms burst into pieces of flesh and bone.

'Poof——!'

The dragon spear came out of his body, and the tail of the spear dragged out a bloody flower, straight into the air, Wu Xiuying's chest, who had no arms, penetrated a bloody hole the size of a bowl, his face was painful, his eyes were full of horror and fear, and before he fell in mid-air, his body emitted a sneering and cutting sound.

In the next second, flesh and blood flew, and the body seemed to be cut vertically and horizontally by countless sword qi, shattering into pieces and scattering into the air.

The audience was terrified, what kind of violent martial arts is this?

Wen Yiming was not happy, he was once again chopped down by Wu Xiuying's volley before he died, and smashed back into the pile of rubble, dusty, no one was visible, if it wasn't for choking and coughing, everyone would be unable to distinguish between life and death.

The square was in a short period of dead silence, a martial artist was killed by a general, and there was no corpse, which must have shocked the entire south, which was difficult to describe for the twin cities at this moment, and Qin Quan and Xie Wei were shocked, and even had the urge to quickly kill the opponent and kill Wen Yiming immediately, this is a demon who can't tolerate its growth, and he can't get rid of his heart for a day.

'Sonorous ——!'

The high-altitude dragon spear fell down, **** ring, a future artifact of eight thousand catties, only the tail of the spear was exposed.

The sound opened the battle again, except for Wen Yiming's big advantage in killing Wu Xiuying, the battle situation in the three places at high altitude and on the ground is not optimistic, the enemy generals in the square have the martial arts of the altar, except for the dragon soul members who are immune to the power of the holy light, the soldiers of the twin cities are all hit, and there are countless casualties.

Shu Jianfan and several elders died, Nan Rongming was seriously injured and dying, and the remaining elders and deacons of Shuangcheng had little left, and they were also completely powerless, and they fell to the ground and were carried into the main hall by their disciples.

The black-clothed martial artist gradually reduced his strength in the fierce resistance of the dragon soul, but he was still not afraid of death, exchanging injuries for injuries.

The members of the Dragon Soul had already seen the strangeness of these generals, and their eyes were empty, like deranged puppets, and as long as they still had a breath, they would fight to the death.

The eight tartars in the front row were bleeding all over, the spears collected in the past were exhausted again, the recovery of the potion was beyond their means, and their physical strength and true yuan had already bottomed out.

Sai Yaren and Zhong Xiaoshan fought bloodily, and there was not much time to support, Feng Wen fell early and was dragged to the back row, Deng Aowei, Hao Tianxiao and others, who protected the fifth autumn cross, joined in blatantly, and fell to the ground with vomiting blood in less than three breaths.

Amon swooped down in the air, picked up the chain knife and blocked the eight tartars and the others behind him, and shouted at the same time: "Save your strength, see the right time, and kill with one blow!"

These generals seem to have no sense, in the high-altitude support, Amon has understood everything, must be killed with one blow, because these generals are like mad dogs, not afraid of pain, broken arms and stumps, and even internal organs squirm, still crazy killing.

If it weren't for the Fifth Autumn Girl's occasional release of confusion sound waves to disrupt it, it is unknown whether they would be able to sustain it.

At this moment, only Mo Ziyou was in a slightly better state, wandering in the shadows of the knife, fighting with Xie Tong on a par with each other, Wen Yiming's state of gain made the two cultivators infinitely close, with the assistance of Amun's countless releases of the True Yuan Butcher Knife, he finally played the assassin's guerrilla attack flawlessly, coupled with the more and more smooth knife intent, the two of them had mutual gains and losses.

Mozi Yousheng is strange in his body and skillful swordsmanship, and he often does not come out of his way, and he will inevitably make a contribution, even if he loses both; Xie Xiao's advantage lies in the strength of the true yuan, and the swordsmanship is strong, and he can force the opponent to give in in the battle, and he does not dare to touch hard.

At this time, both of them had blood-red eyes, and Xie Yu was already irritable when he couldn't attack for a long time, and then he showed the patience advantage of the assassin's sniping, not hurrying, saving his physical strength bit by bit, and consuming the other party at the same time, although both of them had fought hard to splash blood in the air, Mo Ziyou gradually controlled the rhythm, and the number of wins and losses was only time.

The battle between Feng Quan and Fan Chen is the most difficult, it has been a success or failure, the gap between the infinitely close to the middle of the first layer of Wuzong and Wu Zong is too far, if it were not for the punishment of Qin Quan's body in the middle of the realm, the loss of a lot of fighters, plus the control of Lao Wu and Cui Lang, the two of Feng Reverse would be even more miserable.

Cui Lang's three yellow cards for killing had been exhausted, and he landed on the ground with a small amount of True Yuan and joined the battle of the dragon soul on the ground.

Fan Chen held half a heavy sword, vomiting blood, crumbling, Feng Reverse one-armed sleeve robe was shattered, the sword qi and blood marks on it were numerous, deep bones, every sword stab will burst out of countless blood, the entire white robe is red, and the corners of the mouth are bleeding from the gritted teeth.

He knew that once he fell, all his efforts would be in vain, he was not worried about the destruction of the twin cities, he just wanted to desperately let Wen Yiming escape.

The only one who can turn the tide is Kurama, who must break his vow with his life.

If he dies, Kurama will strike.

This is his only hope!

———— third update!

(End of chapter)