Patriarch Rong Tian pinched the trick and cast the spell, his face was pale, but his expression was still calm.

At this moment, an extremely strong murderous aura suddenly spread in the courtyard.

The five people in the secret room, all of whom are highly skilled and well-informed, were also very uncomfortable with this strong murderous force.

Sabir's face changed dramatically.

Jiang Daoming suddenly appeared at this time, what did he want to do?

Could it be that he wants to take advantage of people's danger?

If on weekdays, with Patriarch Rongtian personally in charge, although Jiang Daoming is strong, he will not dare to make a mistake. But the current situation is really hard to say.

This King of the Aquila really knows how to choose the right time!

The two white-robed men flashed out silently and stood in front of Ye Guyu side by side.

From the look in their eyes, the two white-robed men were full of fear, and it was clear that they knew who they were stopping. It's just that they're in charge of guarding here, and they have to do it.

Standing in front of the Sky Eagle Leaf King really requires too much guts!

Ye Guyu glanced at them coldly, and continued to walk forward slowly under his feet, without the slightest stop, it seemed that these two masters of the Western Apocalypse Sect were like air in his eyes, completely transparent.

"Ye Wang ......"

Seeing Ye Guyu slowly approaching, the two white-robed people couldn't help but glance at each other, and one of them snorted in his throat and muttered. The other clutched the scimitar in his hand, but it was hidden in his sleeve and did not dare to reveal it.

The idea of flashing a knife in front of the Sky Eagle Leaf King is too crazy.

"TD!"

Just when the two white-robed sect members of the Western Sect secretly gritted their teeth, intending to fight to the death, a faint voice slowly sounded in the backyard. Calm as water, but full of indescribable majesty.

The two white-robed sect members immediately lowered their heads. The look was unusually respectful.

Ye Guyu finally stopped.

Patriarch Rong Tian shouted like this, and there was no more sound.

Ye Guyu bowed slightly in the direction of the secret room.

The two white-robed sect members looked at each other. Looking up in amazement, where is Ye Guyu's figure in the yard? They couldn't help but look at each other in shock, and they both read the look of extreme shock and fear in each other's eyes.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the water-stopping view room was not too relaxed.

After three days and three nights of fighting, the cultivation attainments of the three brothers and sisters in the technique gradually showed their high and low.

Tan Xuan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the white gas on his head was dense, gradually condensing and not dissipating. This is the surface of the true qi mana in the body that is operating to the extreme.

Xiao Fan designed this "upside-down three-talent lore array". The mana of the three formations can be complementary. The side that controls the zhì formation is slightly weaker, and the other two sides can come to the aid in time. In extreme cases, even if there is only one person left, you can still control the circle.

However, Tan Xuan was naturally unwilling to drop the chain at a critical moment.

Even though she is only a registered disciple of the Ancestor of Zhishui.

Second Master Wen said with a smile: "These guys from outside the territory are still a little tricky!" ”

At this point, not only has the power of the entire "Upside-Down Three Talents Killing Array" been fully activated, but most of the power of several other protective formations has also been mobilized. The opponent's main general was injured first, and he was able to hold on to the present under the onslaught of the "Three Talents Killing Array". It's really a bit of a real skill.

No wonder Xiao Fan suffered a loss in their hands last year.

Xiao Fan smiled slightly and said: "In our original plan, we didn't think that we would succeed by luck, and it was the right way to decide the winner by strength. ”

"That's right."

Second Master Wen said proudly.

Fighting in the rivers and lakes. The underworld is competing for power, and it is not that the Huang Haiwen family has never engaged in conspiracy, which is unrealistic. Second Master Wen is by no means a person who eats the ancients. But in the midst of such a fight. Wen Tian was never left to chance.

Absolute strength is the most reliable guarantee of victory.

The two brothers spoke in a relaxed tone, and it was obvious that they had spare power.

Tan Xuan secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

Although she is only a registered disciple of the Ancestor of Zhishui. But at the beginning, the master did not look at her differently and gave her the same careful guidance. It's a pity that I was busy with work at the time. He often goes abroad on missions, and he doesn't have much time to listen to lectures in front of the master's seat.

At a critical juncture, the gap with the brothers and sisters is revealed.

The second senior brother has worked hard for decades, and his mana is profound. Xiao Fan is young, but his attainments are so profound, and he deserves to be talented, no wonder the master will give him the mantle.

It is not trivial to be able to be established as the successor of the previous generation of patriarchs.

"Push yourself harder and defeat them completely!"

Second Master Wen stood up suddenly, pinched the trick with his left hand, flicked his sleeve with his right hand, and a powerful mana was violently injected into the "Qiankun Ding", and he shouted, overflowing with domineering.

Xiao Fan smiled, and the golden crane on his body swelled up, and endless mana surged out.

The "Qiankun Ding" was magnificent, and the chaotic pattern that kept rotating at the mouth of the Dingkou grew a few inches longer, and a pillar of light that was more thick and solidified than before rose to the sky, shooting straight into the sky.

Tan Xuan couldn't help but be shocked.

Xiao Fan was seriously injured last year, and his attainments in magic have not been able to recover to his heyday, and the mana in his body is already so abundant, it seems to be endless, endless, if he hadn't been injured last year, I really don't know how powerful it would be.

At this moment, even if I want to add another point of mana, it is very difficult.

In the void, the beast phantom is still trying its best to resist.

Patriarch Rong Tian had vomited blood for the sixth time, his face was as pale as paper, and the wide white robe on his body was completely soaked with sweat. The green tendons of his right hand, which was pressed against the skull of the beast, swelled, and the knuckles took on a strange blue-white color because they were too hard.

"Wow"!

The crisp cracking sound was so harsh in the chamber.

The beast's skull burst open across the crack between its eyes, and dense cracks appeared on the entire skull.

Sabir and the others were taken aback.

This is a harbinger that the artifact is being urged too much and is about to self-destruct!

"Master......"

Sabir cried out.

In such a situation, there is no need to think about winning, even if you retreat completely, it has become a luxury, and now you must find a way to avoid the end of the total annihilation.

If this is war, then a good commander must make a choice - sacrifice a small number of men to cover the successful retreat of the large army.

"Senior brother, let's work hard!"

The masked white-robed woman, who had rarely spoken all along, finally spoke, and her crisp voice became cold, showing little respect for Sabir, the senior brother who was in charge of daily teaching affairs.

Sabir's expression is indeed difficult to respect.

Patriarch Rong Tian didn't hear Sabir's shout, he just recited a mantra in his mouth, pinched the trick in his hand, and poured a steady stream of mana into the beast's skull. He also turned a blind eye to the huge cracks in the skull of the beast.

Sabir's pale face turned iron-blue.

In the void, the fight is inseparable, but the view of stopping water is quiet, only the sound of autumn insects chirping.

Wen Siyuan'an sat in the pavilion in the northwest of Zhishui Temple, and had been carefully observing the battle in the void. As the personal disciple of Second Master Wen, among the sixty-fifth generation of Wuji Sect, Wen Siyuan's attainments in magic are not low. Although it was the first time for him to come to the water stop view, in just a few days, he already knew the layout of the water stop view.

To the northwest, he himself is in charge.

Regarding the safety of the water stop concept, Wen Siyuan is not particularly worried. Outside the view of stopping water, the magic circle is all over the place, plus those who are arranged on the periphery, ordinary people, it is impossible to get close to the view of stopping water at all.

Wen Siyuan's main thoughts are all on this great war.

To put it mildly, this is a decisive battle between the sects of the Wuji Gate and the Hu people outside the territory; To put it mildly, this is the Armageddon of Chinese and foreign magicians. The outcome of this great battle may directly affect the future and future of the Central Plains and the Western Regions.

Fortunately, the master and uncle have obviously gained the upper hand, and Wen Siyuan is very determined, and he can better understand the wonders of the warring sides showing their magical powers.

Suddenly, Wen Siyuan's eyebrows moved slightly.

There is a warning signal coming from the northwest.

Arranged to guard the periphery in the northwest direction was a group of elite subordinates trained by him. Several of these subordinates can be regarded as half of Wen Siyuan's apprentices, and they have obtained Wen Siyuan's true inheritance. The "Ten Thousand Enemies" shocked the Yellow Sea, and the subordinates who were personally trained were the core backbone of the Huang Haiwen family. What's more, there are two juniors and disciples who are personally sitting over there.

Even if the warning signal came, Wen Siyuan didn't care very much.

The enemy can't parry, and he will try his best to "sabotage" this side of the water temple, which is what Master and Uncle have already calculated. With the strict protection of the water stop, even if it is a small army, it is difficult to break through for a while.

However, the next moment, Wen Siyuan's eyebrows rose suddenly.

The pavilion where Wen Siyuan is located is already in the northwest corner of the water stop, outside the wall, there is a dense forest, a tall tree, and the pavilion where Wen Siyuan is facing each other, but only a few meters away.

Above the tree's lush canopy, there seems to be a breeze blowing and rustling.

In the middle of the night, the water stop is located in the suburbs, and the wind blows, which is very normal.

Wen Siyuan got up slowly, walked out of the pavilion slowly, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the arbor opposite. In the night, the canopy of trees is luxuriant, and there seems to be nothing unusual about black shadows.

"Who's the best friend? Since you're here, please show up, hide your head and show your tail, you are not a hero. ”

Wen Siyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, stared at the swarthy canopy, and said in a deep voice.

"Heroes? I'm not a good man......"

In the canopy, a crisp voice came, with a three-point coquettish meaning, it was actually a woman's voice.

Wen Siyuan is rigorous, not smiling, and he snorted coldly when he heard this, but his head was running at high speed. As soon as he received the alarm, the enemy was deceived in an instant, and this speed was too terrifying.

Naturally, Wen Siyuan immediately thought that this was the enemy's strategy to attack the west.

Still, it's amazing enough.

This woman actually looked at the magic circle and other arrangements around the Water Stopping View as if there was nothing, and quietly deceived the Water Stopping Temple, which is evident.

It seems that these enemies are by no means mediocre. (To be continued......)