The situation in the entire square was all in Wen Yiming's focused perception, and the two of Long Hua parted ways and fled beyond his expectations, he picked up the dragon spear and just chased it out, and the wind under his feet was running to the extreme, in fact, he was already hesitating, whether he should leave it at all costs.

Long Xiuzhu had already been listed as a must-kill enemy in his heart, and he was unwilling to let it slip away under his nose, but the melee was only based on the success of the surprise attack, Qin Guihai and the others had the potential to fight back, and the blue lines on his face floated, just a sword slash, Fan Chen was already in pain, his eyebrows were beating wildly, and then the sword qi killed Xu Xingxiu on the spot, all of which did not leak in his perception at all.

The Xuanneedle Soul Eater is not something that ordinary martial cultivators can deal with, and even Amon's special physique can't compete with it, let alone a southern monk who is not a forging body.

Wen Yiming gritted his teeth and let out a low shout, and a killing intent suppressed and released towards Longhua from a distance of a hundred meters, and at the same time, a drop of essence blood exploded again, and suddenly increased his speed, instantly closing close to fifty meters.

In the explosion of ultra-extreme speed, his eyebrows jumped violently, and the back of the frantically fleeing in front of him suddenly appeared with a simple heavy sword full of marks.

Sword Demon Dragon Xiuzhu abandoned the sword with a sword?Wen Yiming Fang was puzzled all his life, and the opponent's momentum rose wildly in the approach, and a chilling killing intent struck backwards, and the simple heavy sword came out of his hand in the back of Long Xiuzhu, and the sound of breaking the sky was full of loneliness and coldness, as if it had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and it was contrary to the breath of the heavy sword, which was extremely weird.

Absolutely locked!

He stared at it, shocked in his heart, under the suppression of killing intent, this sword was by no means the strongest blow of Long Xiuzhu, but it was a sword that could not be dodged, and it had to be hard-connected.

The speed under his feet did not decrease, and in the inertia of running, he bombarded with one hand.

Throughout the day!

'Sonorous ——!'

A circle of dazzling light was stirred up in the intersection of Jin Ming, and with his strength close to Martial Sect's forging body, he still felt the muscles and bones of his right arm tremble, faintly numb, and at the same time, two strange cold powers attacked the heart and brain, and the power of holy light was instantly dissolved.

The sword-style Dugu, which was equipped with the two powers of the Xuan Needle Soul Devouring Strength, hit Long Hua with the full force of the Death Sword, causing Wen Yiming's inertia to slow down sharply.

In Wen Yiming's perception, Long Xiuzhu took out a true yuan with his backhand at the same time as he took off the heavy sword, and grabbed it towards the heavy sword.

As soon as he slowed down, Long Xiuzhu was already shooting five hundred meters away, and the heavy sword that was striking at him was about to be taken away in the faint hands of Zhenyuan.

Wen Yiming didn't dare to chase anymore, with the speed of Long Xiuzhu's talent, even if he didn't hesitate to consume at least ten seconds to catch up, but the situation in the field made him unable to separate, the strange martial arts of the altar had reversed the good momentum at this moment, and the situation was reversed, once he chased and killed Long Xiuzhu, even if he successfully killed him, Shuangcheng would be slaughtered.

At this point, he had to admire Long Xiuzhu's decisiveness, even if the other party retreated a second late, he could leave him, and Long Xiuzhu retreated decisively, so that he had to give up chasing and killing.

Even if the situation in the field is unfavorable, he still won't stop there, at least he can't let Long Xiuzhu take this heavy sword away, in his eyes, there is no waste in Long Xiuzhu's hands, and between the electric thoughts, the violent step instantly rushed, and the dragon spear was provoked in the rage, shattering the faint hand shadow holding the heavy sword.

Long Hua, who was far away, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and quickly fled to the center with hatred, and the sword lost contact with him, and he tried a secret method to retrieve the sword and failed to eat, which made him angry.

He understood that Death Sword was going to leave him for a while, but only temporarily!

Wen Yiming had already given up the pursuit, and while grabbing the heavy sword and retracting the ring, he kicked the ground and stepped into the air, shooting diagonally towards the high platform.

'Whoa——!'

A volley of holy light was sprinkled in the air, and in the focused and precise control, the injuries of several martial arts generals in the Twin Cities who were in the Holy Altar Martial Arts were greatly reduced in an instant, and their confidence skyrocketed.

In the face of this situation, Qin Guihai completely extinguished the heart of fighting again, he saw the retreat of the two Daozong in his eyes, and he still had luck while scolding in his heart, he deeply understood the strangeness of the altar martial arts, and benefited immensely, and a sword hit Fan Chen so that he was still persistent in Longhua's retreat, unwilling to retreat.

He and Wu Ming's ten ** subordinates have all practiced the altar martial arts, and they don't need to kill the enemy, they only need to be able to hurt the enemy in the collision of the true yuan, and there is no disadvantage.

However, dozens of people in the twin cities recovered their combat strength in a golden light from Wen Yiming, which made him retreat, if it weren't for the martial arts of the Holy Altar, he would not be Feng Yi's opponent at all, and the masked man could always avoid the confrontation with their True Yuan, the whole person seemed to be cultivating martial arts on his own, shuttling through the field to kill several martial arts generals in the middle of the martial arts, if it weren't for the martial arts of the Holy Altar, the battle situation would have collapsed long ago.

Qin Guihai's mind turned, and in the midst of retreating, he turned around and swept out a sword with a sword, and hurriedly shot out of the square, leaving Wu Ming and the others and his subordinates in the field, and fled frantically alone.

"None of them will be left!"

At the same time as Wen Yiming shouted violently, the group killing intent suppression suddenly covered the enemy's high-level martial cultivators, and with one foot on the steps, the stone chips flew and rushed straight after Qin Guihai.

Qin Guihai's escape made the scene fall into extreme chaos, all the enemy forces fled towards the square as soon as they understood, and they didn't want to kill the blades in their hands to slash and cut the way, the enemy's high-level martial arts cultivation was in a dead end, under the suppression of Wen Yiming's killing intent, all the cultivation fell sharply, and at the moment when the true yuan was sluggish, Mo Ziyou, Feng Rebellion, and Fan Chen killed several generals in an instant, and Wu Ming, who had not escaped, flew upside down under the Feng Reverse Sword, and was directly knocked unconscious by Zhan Tai's heavy sword hilt.

The situation of the battle was reversed, and the people of the Shuangcheng Gate, who had been forced to a dead end, were now close to the state of madness, and the shouts of killing echoed in hysterical madness throughout the Shuangcheng Peak.

There are no fools in the field, as Wen Yiming provokes the scuffle, they actually understand that this is a life-and-death war, Wen Yiming was right before, the battle of forces is not a child's play, but a battlefield of flesh and blood, and countless neutral forces regret it when they wake up.

They all know that the battle between Shuangcheng is facing life and death, and no one will leave anyone behind, in the cruel competition for more than half a month, no one in Shuangcheng gave up, and until now, they want to wash away the shame of the day with blood, even if they are defeated, they will shed the last drop of blood.

And they either fight or flee, because this is a group of crazy people, they will kill people when they see them, until this moment, the upper echelons of the twin cities are in charge of the city lord, down to the unknown disciples, as long as there is still a breath, the butcher knife in their hands has never stopped.

The roar of the people of the Twin City Gates almost cried, blood and tears evaporated in the true yuan, and the square was filled with a bloody red mist.

The strength of the people of Shuangchengmen is low, but they go forward and follow one after another in the sound of the piano, fearless of death, and deduce a frightened slaughterhouse.

Countless neutral forces have joined in the cry at this moment, and months ago, they were looking forward to this unprecedented grand show.

However, they never imagined that they would become the people in the play.