Four hundred meters, Wen Yiming's speed at the moment was almost rushing close to the ground, and the yellow sand shoveled under his feet blew a strong wind in the air. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

During this period, the Twin Cities Faction fell in a pool of blood two people in a row. And Wen Yiming found that if it weren't for Yang Tianhao and Liang Han blocking Lin Yanyun and another warrior's fifth-layer martial cultivator, the Shuangcheng Sect would not have been able to wait for him to come, and would have been slaughtered a long time ago.

Three hundred meters...

Another mournful scream sounded, and it was Hu Wenwen who was with Jiang Kang who fell.

"Look, the **** upper... It's so fast!" someone in the field had already spotted Wen Yiming who was rushing in with the rolling yellow sand.

"Ahh Yes, it's a blind monk, I'll go, what's coiled around him?"

"It's too fast to see... What a furious momentum, he is..."

"There's a good show to watch, look at what this blind monk is... Wow, less than a hundred meters away!"

At this moment, all the forces in the field had already found Wen Yiming, who was less than 100 meters away from the square, with a look of surprise on his face, because this guy's speed was really incredible, and although his clothes were indecent, from a distance, there was indeed a primitive wild wind.

The image of a tough guy conjured up by Wuxiang Qiluo, a body of muscles cut by a knife and an axe, blood vessels slightly protruding, wearing only a pair of brown and yellow trousers, and not even wearing shoes under his feet, the whole look is extremely barbaric. In particular, the black-red dragon coiled around its body seemed to break through its cortex and soar into the clouds.

And the reverse Big Dipper seven stars arranged by the seven stars on the chest set off Wen Yiming's fierce aura at this time. Everyone can see at a glance that the seven star ornaments are inlaid on the flesh, like the seven pins of a siege machine, giving people the illusion that this guy is not human!

At a distance of eighty meters, the situation of the disciples of the Twin Cities Sect in the field was precarious. Wen Yiming continued to charge at high speed, and successively divided three spiritual sharing paths, which fell on Hao Tianxiao, Deng Aowei and Hao Yuan.

'Boom!'

The main forces of the three samurai periods suddenly took all the changes around them into their minds, and in surprise, they avoided their opponents' dangerous moves one after another. The heart is bright, this is the help of masters. When they saw Wen Yiming rushing towards him, all the disciples of the Twin Cities Sect were immediately shocked.

They will not forget the scene when the blind monk slapped Song Tan to death with a stick!

I will never forget what the blind monk said before the Crystal Light Gate, 'Don't let the Sprinkle family come out alive, otherwise... The Sprinkler family will launch the Buddha Gate to destroy your famous sword Tianmen!Chicken-dog-no-stay!'

This is already a never-ending dead end, and at this time, watching the menacing battle of the blind monk, I also know that this blind monk is definitely not here to persuade him.

Although the disciples of the Shuangcheng Sect all had the heart of death, no one wanted to survive, including Hao Tianxiao and the others.

All of a sudden, the fighting spirit of the disciple who was originally like ashes instantly became excited, shouting desperately to attack.

And the people of the famous sword Tianmen were also red-eyed at this moment, and the arrival of the blind monk, Lin Yanyun saw it in his eyes, and forced Yang Tianhao away with a heavy slash, his eyes fell on Wen Yiming, who was within fifty meters, and his eyes flashed with a hideous and hateful light.

With the speed of the other party alone, Lin Yanyun knew that he couldn't bargain in the hands of the blind monk. However, he was afraid that the blind monk would not come. At this moment, he did not advance but retreated, and at the same time waved his arms and shouted: "Zhuang Yan, Lu Feng, kill the blind man first!"

Wen Yiming stepped out again, and the yellow sand shot out behind him had faintly rubbed a scorching heat in the air, showing how far the speed had exploded.

When the last step is taken, it has already stepped into the square.

Fifty meters, two steps!

Eight steps to catch the cicada finally advanced to the Zhongcheng realm at this moment--- within fifty meters, and the head of the enemy is like a probe for something!

Unexpectedly by all the people of the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate, Wen Yiming entered the battle circle with a violent wind.

The extreme speed inertia of fifty meters, the oblique rush at a 45-degree angle between leaning over and the ground, the cross-strength and rounding power of the instantaneous riot of Bajiquan, the continuous improvement of the late stage of the ninth layer of the martial artist, and the true qi internal strength condensed to the extreme!

Except for the hole cards that were not used, Wen Yiming almost burst out of all his strength at this moment. The Ash Bracers cover the gap and rush at an extremely tricky angle, like a manic rhinoceros hedging against a locomotive, fearless!

'Poof!poof!poof!'

The disciple of the famous sword Tianmen who was hit by Wen Yiming with a slanted shoulder at extreme speed, like a golf ball that was instantly knocked away, disappeared in place, and before his body was thrown high, he hit another fellow door again, and at the same time there was a dull sound of collision between the two, as if a collision between billiard balls, they turned the angle and each knocked into a fellow door again, and then they slid out of the square on the square.

Blinded the eyes of everyone present, shattering the superiority of a group of high-flying geniuses from all sides.

Rushing into the market in a rage, but the route, angle, and rebound prediction of this type of collision were accurately calculated to the bummer. This was not the most shocking thing for them, what really shocked them was that after the four Famous Sword Heavenly Sect disciples who were knocked into the air fell to the ground, there was no sound at all!

Four samurai warriors were killed in an instant? Clearly, they were killed by a collision? Funny, are you funny? This is a ridiculous thought in everyone's hearts.

Losing four combat power in an instant, the pressure on the Twin Cities faction was suddenly greatly reduced. And at this time, there is no need for them to fight frantically, because the people of the Famous Sword Heavenly Gate have already stood stunned on the spot, and they almost have no souls out of their bodies.

And Zhuang Yan, who had just rushed out, with a vote of Crane Roaring Sect disciples, as well as the Tiger Roaring Hall disciples behind Lu Feng, all stopped their steps.

Wen Yiming saw that everyone in the Twin Cities was safe for the time being, and while his mind moved to retract the three spiritual sharing, he had already shrunk his concentration aura to a range of thirty meters, and used the shock of the collision to directly turn around and pounce on Lin Yanyun.

"Come on!" Wen roared angrily, leaving an afterimage in his place.

Lin Yanyun's knuckles in both hands clenched the heavy sword turned white, and he still had palpitations about the speed of the blind monk's charge when he killed Song Tan in seconds, but now it seems that he has improved a lot. He knew that the end of his passive defense would be a complete defeat, and in the moment Wen Yiming turned around, he had already crossed his sword to his chest first, and pierced through the crowd of the Crane Roaring Gate and the Tiger Roaring Hall as quickly as possible.

"Do you want to be broken by each one?" Lin Yanyun had already spoken out when he moved, he was very self-aware, and he must not hedge against Wen Yiming.

Wen Yiming sneered in his heart, he didn't know that Lin Yanyun wanted to kill him, but he was not afraid at all. At the beginning, he had never coaxed Zhou Yan and the thirteen people at the seventh level of the martial artist, but now that he was cultivating in the late ninth layer of the martial artist, he was even more ambitious. Coupled with the doubling of spiritual power, Long Devouring Beidou's body is not afraid of any consumption, and the only thing he needs to do is to save his true qi.

Eight steps to catch the cicada, the speed is extremely fast. Lin Yanyun moved first, and before he entered the crowd, Wen Yiming had already arrived to intercept his way.

It was too late for Lin Yanyun to reflexively turn away, his heart was ruthless, his hind feet kicked and accelerated, and when he jumped up, three blue lines appeared on his face, and his arms held the heavy sword high above his head, and with a muffled roar from his abdomen, he directly split Wen Yiming's attacking figure.

"This kind of martial art again?" The mystery in Wen Yiming's heart became bigger and bigger, but at this time, he didn't have time to think about it, only a thought flashed. This time, Wen Yiming didn't fight hard, there was a lot of danger here, and he had to preserve enough true qi to deal with the mutation.

With a 'bang', the front foot slammed on the ground, almost at the same time as the curved hind leg kicked the ground diagonally, and the entire forward momentum turned sharply at a right angle, heading towards the left side of Lin Yanyun's volley.

The high-speed rush instantly detours at a right angle, like a speeding racing car drifting on a corner, smooth and dazzling to the extreme. The outer edge of its sudden braking detour actually lifted the sand and dust in the square into a yellow semicircular arc and rose high.

Lin Yanyun's volley jump target disappeared abruptly, and a sense of weightlessness that had failed in his strength had not yet been adjusted, and he only felt a burning sensation appear in his chest and abdomen.

It wasn't until this moment that he could see clearly in the afterglow that Wen Yiming actually swept over with his left arm stretched out at the same time as he was close to him, and the black and red bracers on his forearm were like a thick giant stick, with a deep sound of 'woo'.

Life and death are at stake, in addition to being terrified, what Lin Yanyun has is just a kind of dying and struggling luck to survive.

"Lin Yanyun is finished..."The five fingers of Zhou Yan's right hand who wanted to sacrifice the spear trembled slightly.

Qin Li's ten fingers clasped tightly, and his eyes changed again and again...