Zhu Xian and Xuanyuan Changyun fought together, but the harrier eagle was entangled by the ancient recipe and gradually fell into disadvantage.

Originally, he was not Gu Fang's opponent, but later he was injured by Zhu Xian's arm, and he could only parry for a while, if it weren't for the Jian Tang elite next to him sacrificing his life to help, I was afraid that he would have already been killed by Gu Fang.

The night wind is cold, and the sword is even colder.

Yin Hong's blood renders the battle under the night, and for those who are high, it is naturally for the hegemony of the Tao and the fame and fortune that follows. For these people below, maybe in order to be able to get on top, to be able to stand out, maybe just to repay the appreciation of some people.

However, no matter what it was for, at this time, they couldn't stop it anymore.

There is only war, and there is only war!

Because no one wants to die, they can only kill their opponents.

For a while, the two sides fought for more than ten minutes, and the junior brothers of the Dragon Emperor Society on both sides were already in danger, with more than half of them killed or injured, but they still held the last line of defense.

The angry Jin Long and the others screamed, the hall master of the Lihuo Hall called Xuanyuan Li Peak, but he kept walking on the front line with more than a dozen people, not fighting with them, but just attacking and killing the junior brother of the Netherworld Society who rushed forward before the attack.

On the front, Gu Fang had already killed more than a dozen Sword Hall junior brothers, severely injured the Harrier Eagle, but still failed to kill the other party. Instead, he was attacked by the injured Harrier Eagle, and was kicked in the thigh and stabbed in the back.

The angry old guy was blowing his beard and glaring, and the golden needles in his hands kept emitting, and he had already killed several Sword Hall junior brothers who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to kill him.

The situation of Zhu Xian and Xuanyuan Changyun over there is similar, both of them have colors on them, but with the support of the younger brother around them, they have not been able to kill each other.

Because the environment in which the two sides play is too wide, crowded on the narrow road, it is impossible to really fight alone. They have to prevent the other party's little brother from slashing them.

However, as the casualties on the Dragon Emperor's side gradually increased, the Netherworld's numerical advantage had become prominent.

It's just that after hundreds of Xuanyuan guards were dispatched, it was difficult for them to complete their plan to kill each other in three minutes and five minutes.

"Can't wait any longer!" Li Debo stood thirty steps away, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the whole person immediately ran wildly.

"Get out of the way!" Before the person approached, Li Debo immediately cut past a pluto fighter, the spear in his hand danced abruptly, and the tip of the cold spear instantly sank into the throat of a person.

With a flick of his wrist, the elite of the Sword Hall was immediately slammed into a person in the Sword Hall next to him obliquely, and his body tilted to the side.

The underworld fighter next to him was already in a critical situation, and suddenly saw that the person who killed him was smashed back, and immediately turned his head, and saw that it was Li Debo who made a personal move, and was grateful: "Thank you, young marshal." ”

"Talk less, kill more." Li Debo's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Kill them all." ”

As he spoke, the spear in his hand danced again, conjuring up a series of spear flowers, killing the four or five Jiantang juniors around him, and wherever the spear reached, no one was his enemy.

For a while, there was a big gap around him.

However, Li Debo is a smart man, and he knows that in such a chaotic and fierce battle, it is easiest to attract the enemy's hidden arrows, and only close combat with the enemy can reduce this possibility as much as possible.

Therefore, instead of retreating, he advanced, holding the middle of the spear with both hands, and pursued and killed.

The tip of the gun is picked, stabbed, twisted, smashed, the gun is hung, held, sliding, sweeping, the gun body is blocked, collapsed, covered, frustrated, and the use of a spear is superb, unpredictable. But in the blink of an eye, there were already six or seven people killed in the robbery, and even more were injured.

The Sword Hall's defensive formation, which was originally quite strong, immediately showed huge fluctuations. This fluctuation even affected the overall situation, and the morale-boosting warriors fought to the death, but on the other hand, on the other side of the Sword Hall, people were panicked and timid.

"Hmph, look for death!" Xuanyuan Xiaolou couldn't stay stunned, and in the cold cheer, a white suit suddenly stepped forward, and a sword hall junior brother who was about to be stabbed pulled back with his left hand, and waved it with his right hand, and the ancient long sword was like a mountain leader, and Li Debo's spear was smashed aside.

Xuanyuan Xiaolou took the opportunity to step on the middle palace, the long sword in his hand was like a fairy scattering flowers, with boundless cold, and killed Li Debo.

Obviously, Li Debo's lack of sight has already aroused the anger of this young master of Xuanyuan.

"It's good to come!" Li Debo was not afraid, he had long heard that the Xuanyuan family was an immortal genius in the Wang Bashi family that had been passed down for thousands of years, with super swordsmanship and excellent skills.

And as soon as he made a move, he won the Blood Eagle Society, and the eagle looked in all directions, and there was a faint meaning that the limelight overshadowed him.

Li Debo had been holding back his anger for a long time, and he had long wanted to teach Xuanyuan Xiaolou a good lesson.

Therefore, he no longer chased and killed those miscellaneous fish, held a gun in both hands, and worked hard with Xuanyuan Xiaolou.

Anyway, as long as Xuanyuan Xiaolou can be killed or captured alive, then the resistance of the Dragon Emperor Society will be self-defeating.

Xuanyuan Xiaolou is arrogant, although he knows that as long as he insists for a while, at most half an hour, Xuanyuan Zhantian will rush to support, but he doesn't want to endure it like this, after all, waiting for others to save him, it is better for him to defeat the strong with the weak, and let him be the name of the young master of Xuanyuan, and shock the Quartet.

Therefore, his face was cold, and the long sword in his hand was getting faster and faster, and it was the idea of capturing the thief and capturing the king first.

The two bumped into each other at this time, and naturally they were needle-to-needle, and they didn't give in to each other.

Li Debo once fought with the pig-headed masked man, and the other party relied on a tree branch to kill him, the young marshal of the Netherworld, and had to bow his head and admit defeat, and since then, Li Debo has been bored and cultivated.

Although there are many affairs in the Netherworld, he still has to spare two hours a day to practice marksmanship, exercise his body, and constantly learn from the top masters in the club, such as Fan Wei, Tu Shen, and Zhu Xian, without stopping.

Now he can be said to be flashy, every time he uses the spear in his hand, he is like a thunderbolt, hiding a killing machine, but he still has three points of strength, which makes the marksmanship mellow and difficult to parry. It seems to have a bit of the meaning of a top master.

Xuanyuan Xiaolou has suffered from Han Yu's loss, and he is also holding back his strength to be ashamed.

Both of them are terrifying masters with high talents, and at this time, the edge will be revealed, and it will immediately be a dragon fight.