Almost at the same time, dozens of black warriors in the inner circle rushed out reflexively, and in the sound of weapons rubbing, everyone stared at the front with fierce eyes. The loyal reaction of the black military force once again gave the Long Yan troops a deep shock, such a fast, neat, and decisive performance, how firm and persistent loyalty and belief are needed? ? It's not engraved in the bones, integrated into the blood, and there will definitely be no performance at this moment.

Augustus frowned, motioning for Anne to hide in the group, and slowly took a few steps forward, his burning gaze fixed on the white-robed figure with his back to them.

Pale moonlight, pale snow, desolate night, this white shadow gives people a strong sense of oppression, not heavy, not wild, but a strange coercion, sharp to the extreme...... Cold!! It was as if ten thousand cold rays were mercilessly piercing their souls.

No one spoke, and there was no need to talk nonsense, since it appeared here, there was a ninety percent chance that it was Skynet's powerhouse, and this kind of strong coercion was by no means an ordinary person. Could it be...... Great Elder??

Augustus swiped his fingertips and silently pinched the card-shaped bomb inside his cuff in case he needed it, and at the same time signaled to Hei Wu and Long Yan, ready to flee at any time. In fact, there was no need for his signal, thirty people in the black army automatically moved their shoulders, but the subtle movements were handing over an idea to their comrades: "You go, we will resist." ”

The other black warriors did not fight, and there was no need to fight, they were willing to stay and stop them to death, and they would continue to protect with their lives, even if they fought to the last person, they would swear to protect the emperor in their hearts!

The four leaders of the current black martial arts squad waved their hands back violently, signaling them to leave quickly, and at the same time, their expressions were tense and their fighting spirit was surging, and they were ready to accept the baptism of death, of course, they would rather die than create some trouble for this bastard and delay the escape of the brothers.

"It's been three years...... Three-year retreat...... Once I woke up...... Changed. Just as everyone was retreating, the white-robed blonde man finally spoke, his tone revealing a little sadness, but the aura around him became more and more sharp, as if bursts of cold air were circulating around everyone.

"Let's go!!" The black warrior army didn't have the heart to discuss the relationship with him, and the thirty people roared in a low voice, and all of them burst out and slaughtered the white-robed man.

"The God King has been harmed by you, and you have to pay this debt." The white-robed man ignored the desperate killing of the black military troops, his figure disappeared in a blink of an eye, and with a hint of cold words, he unbelievably intercepted in front of the retreating team. The lowered eyes slowly lifted, and at this moment, the blade-like cold light shot directly at Di Cheng in Da Han's arms.

"He's the Holy Lord, escape!!" Anne's face changed drastically, and she suddenly thought of the other party's identity. God-king? Holy Lord? Within the family, there are such rumors that the eagle and the tomb are not indispensable, and there is mutual intimacy between the two lines, the god king and the holy lord are close friends, and the ghost king and the lord have a good relationship. The terrifying aura, the fierce killing intent, and the revenge for the God King, who is it if it is not the Holy Lord!!

The Holy Lord of the Family, the Patron Saint of the House of Elders, the Supreme Leader of the Guardian Angels, a peak emperor who basically does not show his face but is strong and terrifying!!

"Can you escape for a while, escape from this mountain range?" The Holy Lord's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were cold, like a white ghost, fluttering silently, but it felt like it was filled with a piercing sharp killing intent. In the face of Hei Wu and Long Yan's crazy interception again, like a sharp and incomparable silver needle, the merciless stabbing pierced through all, and finally ...... fell in front of Da Han in an instant.

It's so fast, it's staggering.

"Kill him!!" When the surrounding troops were frightened, they burst into action without hesitation, and Dahan gritted his teeth and turned sharply to the side, trying to avoid the attack from the Holy Lord. But...... Rao is everyone's will to live and die, and deep down in his heart he also felt a strong powerlessness, after all, the other party is a powerful and unrivaled emperor-level powerhouse!!

"Di Cheng, in this life-and-death battle, are you willing to just be a spectator?" The Holy Lord came and went quickly, like a white shadow flickering in front of everyone's eyes, and then disappeared without a trace, but in the next second, everyone froze in place, their pupils dilated, and their foreheads were full of cold sweat.

Brother Cheng?? Brother Cheng!!

Da Han looked blankly in his arms, Di Cheng and Guan Ying, who were originally in their arms, turned out to be ...... Gone??

Poof, the silent voice suddenly attracted everyone's attention, and following the reputation, Guan Ying, who was covered in blood, fell weakly not far away, and the scarlet blood spread on the snow surface to make a dazzling scarlet. His gaze continued to stretch forward, and on the thin low tree, the Holy Lord stood with his hands raised, and the unconscious Di Cheng pinched mercilessly in his hands.

"Putting ......"

Anne and the others shouted anxiously, but before the sound came out, everyone was in high spirits, because ......

"Holy Lord of the Guardian Angels? He has admired the name for a long time, introduced himself, and despised the Chinese Tantra...... Flowers! At the moment when the Holy Lord was standing, a handsome voice dressed in black that was as elegant as the wind appeared at the same time, right next to him!!

Hua Langying did not make a direct move, but the pervasive killing intent had already locked onto the Holy Lord. The two sharp auras and the icy killing intent were silently intertwined under this cold night. What seems to be a calm stance is actually better than a violent fight.

If the appearance of Hua Langying was not enough to make everyone breathe a sigh of relief, then the white-clothed figure that appeared immediately after made them a little apprehensive while surprised.

"Let go and let him go." The white-haired witch who floated appeared on the top of the boulder not far away, still with a flowing white dress, white veil, and white hair, and the soft sword in her hand shook slightly, and the cold light appeared from time to time.

The Holy Lord looked at the white-haired witch, his breath locked on the shadow of the flower, and his expression did not fluctuate for a minute. After a while, the hand that grabbed Di Cheng suddenly exerted force, and at this moment, the aura that had been solidified suddenly changed drastically, and the right hand of the flower shadow playing with the withered branch instantly burst out, and the slightly flipped branch was wrapped in unparalleled sharp energy, and it went straight to the throat of the Holy Lord, what is a lightning strike? What is thunder and recklessness! Hua Rongying's sudden shot is the most extreme interpretation.

At the same time, the white-haired witch suddenly soared, a few flashes of shaking, fluttering close to the location of the Holy Lord, her body was gentle and fluttering, but it was difficult to hide her terrifying speed, and the soft sword that rolled up tightened in an instant when it burst out, and it hit the Holy Lord's chest in a more sharp way.

The two human emperors attacked at the same time, a world killing god, a demon witch, for the first time joined forces to kill the intent to refuse, the speed and the violent illness made everyone present really feel the 'visual dislocation', and before the consciousness could react, the holy lord had already pulled Di Cheng and quickly retreated.

The Holy Lord's strength is extraordinary, but who is Hua Langying? His Huaxia blade has been hidden for nearly ten years, and the sudden attack at this moment is so terrifying, and how strong is the strength of the white-haired witch? Who knows, who knows?! Under the pervasive killing intent, it is also not easy!

Sure enough, between the calcium carbide sparks, more than ten collisions, Anne and the others couldn't see anything clearly, and their vision couldn't keep up with the pace, so that they felt a little dazzled. Just when they were a little distracted, the fierce battle that had just broken out came to an abrupt end.

The three emperors of the world were separated from each other in three directions and faced each other silently, and the killing intent was as clear as the substance, even if they were nearly 100 meters apart, they could still feel the cold and piercing feeling.

Anne they were slightly excited, because ...... The Holy Lord's robe, which was as clean as snow, was torn in many places, and a bloody mark on his forehead was oozing blood, and Di Cheng in his hand returned to the hands of the white-haired witch.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be the white rouge cultivated by the House of Elders." The Holy Lord's expression did not change much, and his consciousness was still locked on the shadow of the flower in the distance, and his eyes were fixed on the white-haired witch. One god and two points, to deal with this fierce killing field.

The white-haired witch was as cold as ice, and without the consciousness of reasoning, she put Di Cheng on the ground, and her sharp breath pointed at the Holy Lord again.

Dahan and they hula came up, hugged Guan Ying and Di Cheng respectively, and thanked Hua Rongying and them heavily, without doing much nonsense, guarding the two of them and rushing towards the dense forest next to them.

"You entangle him, and I stop the Great Elder." Bai Rouge was wary of the Holy Lord, slowly took a few steps back, and turned around to catch up with Dahan and them, there are too many powerhouses in Skynet, and there is an even more terrifying Great Elder in the woodland, if no one intervenes to stop them, Dahan They will not be able to escape no matter what.

"Since you're here, stay for now." The Holy Lord's right hand curled slightly, and the silver needle in his hand shot out in an instant, as if it had life, and it took the white-haired witch directly!

As if expected, the white-haired witch's figure shot diagonally into the air, and the shaking dodge forward. The Holy Lord refused to give up, let the threat of Hua Shadow be beside him, and tried his best to intercept the white-haired witch, and his absolute strength was revealed to the outside world, and he actually entangled the white-haired witch in the blink of an eye. In particular, its sharp raiding method and the continuous shooting of silver needles brought great oppression to Bai Rouge.

To some extent, the Holy Lord's martial arts are biased towards 'assassination'. That is, it is the same route as Hua Langying, but it is not the same, at least...... He can switch between 'assassination' and 'melee' at will, and his style is sharp enough to make anyone parry. The most obvious feature is that his offensive has no false moves, all of them are real, and he is as fast as a storm, and he has to deal with every attack with all his might.

Seeing that the Holy Lord was entangled with Bai Rouge, Hua Langying wanted to evacuate for the time being to escort Di Cheng and them away, but the trap that Bai Rouge fell into in a blink of an eye had to let him stay. In case White Rouge was defeated and fled, he would have to face the Holy Lord and the Great Elder. So...... His own stay can allow Bai Rouge, a 'foreign aid', to abandon distracting thoughts and continue to fight, and after the two join forces to kill the Holy Lord, the future situation will be to join forces to fight the Great Elder again.

"Let's go, let's go!!" Augustus didn't have time to wait for them to decide the winner, and distributed all twenty card bombs in his pocket to the Black Warrior Brothers, who had volunteered to be the dead soldiers.

Twenty people accepted without hesitation, willing to take on the human bomb.

The performance of the moment of life and death can best show the imprint in the depths of the soul.