When everyone in the Heavenly Dome Palace heard Wu Hui's order, their eyes showed murderous intent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qian Whistle's palm was slightly bent, shaped like a claw, he looked at a person who was approaching quickly not far away, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his body disappeared under everyone's eyelids in a flash, and the next moment a miserable scream came.

At a second look, the neck of the person who had just approached quickly was twisted in an unnatural way, the distortion was purple-black, his eyes were protruding, and the black gas entered his eyes, and his death was not terrifying!

A gust of wind blew, and Qian Whistle returned to his original position, except for some blood stains on his fingers, nothing else was abnormal as just now, he just stood for a moment and then threw himself into the crowd again, and for a moment the sound of wails and blades was endless.

Suddenly, a dark sword slashed at Meng Jie, who was standing in place and watching the excitement, just now Meng Jie killed the ghost pestle old demon in a perverted way, which made many people present feel cold to him.

At this time, seeing that this smiling fat man was looking at the brawl next to him defenselessly, one of them couldn't help but clench his blade and stab at him.

At this time, Meng Jie suddenly turned around, looked at him playfully, looked around him, and the sneak attack man was frightened by his eyes that looked like looking at the material, and he couldn't help but feel a meal in his hands when he thought of the cruel method of this evil star just now.

Meng Jie showed a look of disdain, the folding fan in his hand shook in the air, and a burst of qi rushed directly towards the neck of the person who sneaked up.

The man was startled, and the weapon in his hand blocked forward, but the qi broke through the blade in his hand as easily as slicing tofu, and the speed did not slow down to cut his neck in the man's unbelievable gaze.

The world in front of him suddenly turned upside down, and he saw a familiar headless corpse standing in place, with a gorgeous blood waterfall gushing out of the neat incision in his neck, and even saw that the gang qi was still injured behind the headless man's corpse before it disappeared, only to hear a bang, his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious.

Looking at the blood waterfall in front of him, Meng Jie nodded slightly and muttered to himself: "This is still a little bit like this." ”

After finishing speaking, his slender eyes were raised, and his toes were on tiptoe, watching his fat and bloated body run into the crowd with great agility, and wherever he went, blood would be splashed all over the sky, Wen Sheng couldn't help frowning.

Looking around, the sword qi and sword qi are raging and killing everywhere, and the thick bloody aura in the air is getting thicker, the people who come here from Feijiabao and Tianqiong Palace are all elites, they are all thundering, and the moves are ruthless, and the corpses of broken arms can be seen everywhere, and Wen Sheng is still tightly protected by many Tsing Yi guards in the depths.

Uncle Sun seemed to be too lazy to do anything, and casually shook the dust, and the white silk at the front of the dust was rolled up to a few people in front of him like a waterfall eruption, and those people looked at the sudden inexplicable white silk, although their faces were shocked, but their hands were unambiguous.

At the moment, luck slashed at this flexible white silk with all his strength, who knew that their knife was as weak as cutting on cotton, not only was it white without any damage, but even their weapons were deeply attached to the white silk and difficult to pull out.

Before they could figure out what was going on, the white silk wrapped around them like a flowing liquid, cutting them off from the outside world.

And Uncle Sun didn't seem to wake up, sleepy eyes stretched a lazy waist, he shook it again, the white like a living thing shook off the few people who swept away quickly back, and after returning to the normal length, Uncle Sun stroked the dust, gently flung it on his left arm, and a few people on the ground not far away died inexplicably.

On the other side, Wu Huo was like a cold-blooded Shura coming from the Shura field, the sword shadow was all over the sky and pointed directly at the enemy's eyebrows, throat, and heart, which were places of life and death, and the sword qi swept over one side, and for a while, three meters around him was a human purgatory, and when his sword rose and fell, there were a few wisps of fresh blood pouring the earth, and the whole was like a killing god.

And Fei Ziyan's side is not inferior, and even the few faces he brought are even stronger, among them is a giant man who is nearly two meters tall, his body cultivation is as tough as steel, ordinary weapons hit him like wooden sticks hitting rocks, and even a few weapons were interrupted, the giant man smiled, grabbed one of them with his big hand, and there was a cruel smile in his eyes.

When he was about to tear this person apart, he suddenly looked at Fei Ziyan with a slight face, and after seeing that he didn't notice his side, he hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed, slapped the person's head alive like a slap in anger, and the headless corpse in his hand was still on the ground by him boringly, and stepped on it, only to hear a crisp sound of broken bones mixed with gurgling blood bubbles, and the headless male corpse was trampled into a meatloaf by the giant man.

Not only this giant man but also a few people are also extremely fierce, one of them is dancing a pitch-black long stick that reflects a strange luster, from the color it can be seen that this is a metal stick, and Wen Sheng can hear the whistling wind of his dancing stick far away, no need to think about it to guess that this long stick is not light!

Wen Sheng held the Han Qiong sword, holding back a feeling of dizziness, this was a one-sided massacre, even if they were driven by desire to cause such a killing, but at this time, it was still a little unbearable.

Looking at the crowd again, she suddenly found a strange thing, whether it was the people of the Heavenly Dome Palace or the Feijia Fort, killing these people was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, but in this chaotic 'flock', there were a few people who did not move, waiting for them to kill them all with different faces.

One of them was the old man named Liu Zhizi, who smiled indifferently at this time, quietly watching those righteous divisions slowly being slaughtered, and on the far side, there was a middle-aged man with a silver gun and a pair of tiger eyes shining quietly watching the massacre, Wen Sheng vaguely remembered that this person seemed to have been standing there motionless since she had an impression.

Seeing this situation, Wen Sheng had a bad premonition, isn't it the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind? If that's the case, then am I a praying mantis or are Feijiabao and Tianqiong Palace praying mantis?

Wen Sheng's face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth and shouted to Wu Huo: "Brother Wu, come back quickly, there is something strange here!" ”

However, there was a lot of noise here, Wu Huo was a little far away, and Wen Sheng was extremely weak now, and his voice was just like a whimper, which did not reach Wu Hui's ears at all.

"Hurry up and tell the young palace master that this place is not suitable for a long time, let's leave quickly!" Wen Sheng grabbed the clothes of a Tsing Yi guard beside him and said quickly.

The Tsing Yi guard was stunned at first, and then said firmly: "Holy Envoy, now that we have the upper hand, why are we leaving? What's more, how can we have a bad seed in the Heavenly Dome Palace who is afraid of fighting and fleeing, wouldn't this make the rivers and lakes laugh, the Holy Envoy, please put the majesty of the Heavenly Dome Palace first before making any decisions! ”

Wen Sheng couldn't help but look at him twice, the corners of his mouth rose and continued: "You are very good as a Tsing Yi guard, but as a subordinate, you have too many words, this holy envoy now orders you to pass on the word for me, be sure to pass on the words just now to the young palace master!" ”

The Tsing Yi guard's face sank, but after honestly giving a subordinate salute to Wen Sheng, he ran in the direction of Wu Hui.

Wen Sheng secretly recorded the face of this Tsing Yi guard, and secretly said in his heart, he is an extremely principled person, if he is given a chance, he will have the opportunity to make a big difference.

It's a pity that as soon as Wen Sheng thought like this, the Tsing Yi guard suddenly fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in my ears.

"Little girl, you're dead!"