In the roar, several figures shot out backwards, and after only one round of confrontation, the twin cities fell in an instant, Feng Wei and Fan Chen were slashed by Qin Quan's broadsword, and he himself also failed to stabilize his body under the attack suppressed by the killing intent, and shot out dozens of meters, his face was red, and he was shocked and angry.

In the first day of the first battle, he failed to display the altar martial arts, and when Fang Cai Xiu suddenly landed in the middle of the first floor of the martial arts sect, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't grasp the excellent fighter at the first time, he naturally didn't know that it was Wen Yiming who took care of himself with the only boundary force, it can be said that in the first confrontation, he suffered a lot of losses, and turned into a rage, raising his sword and attacking Feng Yi and Fan Chen.

Mo Ziyou did not have any advantage in the head-to-head confrontation, although his strength with Xie Yan had been infinitely closer, he still flew upside down in the battle, and both of them were extremely shocked.

Xie Yu was shocked by the weirdness of the sharp fall in cultivation, and Mo Ziyou was shocked by the huge disparity in the watershed of the Martial Sect, he didn't have much chance of winning, and between the two sides rising into the air again, his silver knife conjured up countless sword shadows, wandering in all directions, and decided not to fight hard.

He could only hold Xie Xiao back, although Zhan Tai and Tang Xiaoxuan joined the battle circle, they didn't help much, and under Wen Yiming's increase, the cultivation of the two was only the strength of the middle of the ninth layer of the military general, and they could cause harassment at most.

The only one in the field who was not shocked was the dragon soul and the group of black-clothed generals, the cultivation between them was shortened, the disparity was not very large, although the dragon soul was strong, as long as there was not much difference in the same rank, it could even be ten with one, and more than thirty black-clothed generals cultivated although they fell, but regardless of the number and overall strength, they still had the upper hand.

Lacking the joint efforts of Cui Lang and Lao Wu and Ameng, only the Eight Tartars are left at the forefront, although Feng Wen's cultivation is higher than him, but the polemic power is not enough to compete with the Eight Tartars, in this situation, the pressure of the Eight Tartars is extremely heavy, and Yang Tianhao, Zhong Xiaoshan and others, who are half a step behind, are also complaining, only Yiqing is behind him with a needle crossbow to shoot wildly, reducing the pressure faced by the dragon soul to a limited extent.

Under Wen Yiming's full strength, Zhenyuan and spiritual power suddenly dropped, and in the bombardment with all his might, the dragon spear shook Wu Xiuying out of more than 30 meters, and he himself also flew upside down for dozens of meters, his right arm was extremely sore, and his heart was shocked, and he had already understood the huge gap between the watershed of Wuzong.

If it weren't for Wu Xiuying's contempt for the enemy, his disdain for him, and the suppression of the killing intent in his body when he was fighting, he knew very well that he might fly upside down for a hundred meters, but despite this, he still felt the majestic residual strength from his right arm penetrating through his body, and under the effect of the Xuanwu inner armor to protect the viscera and meridians, his chest was still extremely tight.

Wu Xiuying first entered the realm of Wuzong under the secret method granted by Qin Guihai, and this time he came to try the sword, but he didn't want to be smashed in the hands of a military general, and his right arm was also trembling slightly at the moment, and he couldn't believe that a general's physique could be strong enough to shake Wuzong.

You must know that all the top and bottom of the Famous Sword Heavenly Sect majored in heavy swords, and the selected disciples were all selected for the strength of the martial arts cultivator with strong physique, and he himself, as the master of the previous generation, was the best among them, and it was a great shame that he did not have the upper hand in the charge battle.

In Wu Xiuying's momentary stunned, Wen Yiming Dacheng focused on perceiving the audience, and instantly sensed the thrill of the situation, and the wind step instantly ran to the extreme, rushing close to Mo Ziyou, a holy light technique spilled out, before he could stabilize his body, he turned around and flew upside down, and two holy light techniques were sprinkled towards Feng Yi and Fan Chen.

Mo Ziyou and the three of them are the key to this battle, at this time, they are all the soul devouring power in their bodies, and he can recover it with the Holy Light Technique at any cost, with the special effect of the Violent Spirit Mixture, the special effect of the Holy Light Technique to resist the Holy Altar Martial Arts, which is the key to defeating Xie Yu and Qin Quan.

The amplification mixture continuously supported the amplification time of killing intent suppression, battle howl, sacrifice, and punishment, and its recovery effect had long been beyond its means, and at this moment, coupled with the continuous consumption of the Holy Light Technique, Wen Yiming clearly felt that the true yuan and spiritual power were plummeting.

Even so, he still sprinkled the last holy light technique on the dragon soul team below when Wu Xiuying was holding the heavy sword, as for the other elders and deacons of the twin cities, he had no time to take care of it, except for Mo Ziyou and the three of them, the dragon soul is also the key, blocking more than 30 generals in the later stage is not trivial, once the loss allows so many generals to join the battle, Feng Yi and Zhan Tai and others will inevitably fall into an extremely unfavorable situation, and defeat is inevitable.

Wen Yiming was anxious and bitter, Xie Yu and Qin Quan were also extremely shocked, especially Qin Quan, who had inexplicably fallen down two floors, and the altar martial arts had begun to show miraculous feats, and Fan Chen had been severely injured and vomited blood, if it hadn't been for the moment when he was imprisoned by Lao Wu, he would have killed him.

Although Fan Chen was treated by the Holy Light Technique, his serious injuries were still serious, and Feng Cheng was in danger in an instant, which could be described as precarious, and after a few breaths, he stabilized his position and fought desperately, but his white clothes were already stained with blood, adding several injuries.

Until this moment, they didn't know the strength of the dragon soul, if it weren't for Cui Lang and Lao Wu's insight into the opportunity in their concentration and their rescue with control skills several times, Feng Yi and Fan Chen would have died under the surprise attack of the altar martial arts.

Amon was almost exhausted in the air, his True Yuan Butcher's Knife consumption was relatively small, especially when the pony was able to control his sanity and turn on the madness, his consumption was reduced several times, but he still couldn't bear to use his help frequently, he had been driving the air back and forth in the two battle circles of Xie Wei and Qin Quan, the True Yuan Butcher's Knife almost never stopped, whether it could lock the target or not, and shot again and again, the consumption was even worse than that of Cui Lang and the two.

Xie Xiao's altar martial arts were also strangled at the beginning of the results, snatching out two swords at the same time as Mo Ziyou's heart was injured, Tang Xiaoxuan was slashed into the air by Zhenyuan Sword Qi, life and death were unknown, Zhan Tai's left arm was broken at the shoulder, spurting blood and flying upside down, Wen Yiming arrived in time to restore Mo Ziyou's state, and restored the battle situation between the two to a stalemate again.

Wen Yiming's three holy light techniques spilled out, feeling the straight drop of true yuan and spiritual power, and he didn't have time to swallow any potion before he retreated, Wu Xiuying's face was blue and bruised, and he could clearly sense that the other party was bursting out with all his strength.

'Bang!'

A drop of essence blood exploded again, Wen Yiming rushed out of the dragon spear in the air retreat, in order to save the scene, he was in a hurry to fight, knowing that he would be in a deadly danger, but he had to do so, Feng Shun and the three died, he had to escape, otherwise even if he had the Xuanwu seal to protect himself, he would definitely die, and the three martial arts of the great watershed were not something he could compete with.

Perhaps, in the entire twin cities, only he can escape under the swift wind, and the entire dragon soul will definitely die, which is definitely not what he wants to see, even if he is hit hard, he must do so.

'Sonorous ——!'

In the rush of the bombardment, Wen Yiming was shocked and flew upside down again, and he was caught off guard by Wu Xiuying under the rescue, and he was extremely passive for a while, and he received more than ten heavy slashes in a row.

The internal breath was slightly chaotic, his arms were numb, he missed a shot, Wu Xiuying slashed down in the air, and in the sonorous sound, his dragon spear almost got out of his hand, and he was slashed by the heavy sword and fell on his back, smashing the high stone steps, the stone chips flew, and the whole person fell into the bluestone steps.

————Second Update!

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