The huge iron rope carried a palpitating deterrent power in the roar, and when the night rushed out of the safety area formed by the pillar without hesitation, the iron rope with sharp spikes slammed into this direction.

At this time, the night without hatred can really be called the end of the strong crossbow, he was exhausted because of the battle at the city gate, at this time the load of the body has not been recovered, he has already activated the potential to urge the magic sword red blood remnant cloud to play a strong blow, it can be said that although he stole his life in the rain of arrows, but his body is worse, if he continues to hold on so strongly, it will inevitably cause irreversible damage. However, they have come to this point, there is no way to retreat at all, not to mention whether this magic circle can make people withdraw, it can really make them retreat in difficulty, Ye Wuqi and others will never do such a reluctant thing, after all, you must know that they bear the fate of the entire team, it can be said that if they fail, then there is no weight to blackmail Jingyuan's army, and it has become an ironclad fact that they have become prisoners.

Therefore, whether it is for the sake of his own dignity or the fate of his subordinates, Ye Wuxian must carry this burden on his shoulders, there is no way back, Jedi survival, and there is no turning back.

Understanding this, it is understandable that Ye Wuqi can repeatedly burst out in desperate situations with extremely strong combat effectiveness, for people with faith, their hearts will only be reborn in a desperate situation, and will never succumb to the status quo.

In this way, Ye Wuqi let out a huge roar, and the magic sword in his hand, which had dimmed light, once again surged with a blood-red aura, that kind of hideous was the evil that absorbed thousands of living beings, showing its own edge in front of the iron rope that was about to fall.

"Boom!" The deafening sound reverberated through the space for a long time, and although it was quickly drowned out by the sound that followed, it was finally painted in the space with a breathtaking undertone.

I saw that Ye Wuqiu's hands trembled slightly, and his tiger's mouth continued to gurgle blood, if it took a little longer, it would be better to say, when the magic sword just collided with the iron cable, it was even more bloody, like an arrow splashing a blood mark on Ye Wuqiu's face.

The iron rope swayed in the air like a kite with a broken string, and the attack of the red blood remnant cloud made it lose its fundamental power, and thus it was not any threat. However, although this was a fortunate start for Ye Wuqi and the others, no one could laugh, because what was waiting for them in front was the cross-bombardment of dozens of iron cables!

The distance that had been very close became incomparably long at this moment, and the magic sword was able to split an iron cable, so two ...... Three...... Or even dozens? Before he could take the slightest breath, he saw the iron cable on the right sweeping towards this side like a ghost, carrying a vast phantom.

At this time, the night is in the old force has exhausted the new power has not been born, seeing the iron rope sweeping him but unable to do anything, fear and helplessness filled his chest, just when he was just ready to use his body to meet the iron rope, only to see the surrounding suddenly become a galaxy of stars, the circulation of the stars rippled out of a hazy clear light, just like the part of the moonlit mountains and rivers painted on the floor tiles, there is a kind of hazy beauty that is out of the ordinary. However, if you study it carefully, it is different, the moonlit mountains and rivers on the floor tiles are more focused on light and soft, and this breath of the world is more focused on the vast Zhongzheng, which is like an endless ocean across the iron cable route, this situation suddenly gives the night no hatred to the heart. 、

"No revenge! rest assured, the Yuanshu Xingjian is not inferior to the magic sword, I can resist it!" Saying this, Huo Jie's face suddenly changed, and he saw the iron rope slamming into the starry sky that the Yuanshu Xingjian had transformed, and the layers of rippling colorful starlight flickered like fluorescent, as if it was the last call for help of a dying person.

At the same time, Huo Jie's face suddenly became very ugly, and after the surging redness was a terrible white, and then a mouthful of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth unexpectedly.

Although Huo Jie suffered a heavy blow, the results he achieved were also gratifying, only to see the iron rope bounce back weakly and lose its aggressiveness.

Ye Wuqi was extremely sad to see this scene, but no matter whether his thoughts were full of depression or not, he had to hold back his emotions and continue to move forward, because at this time, everyone is vulnerable, if he, the leader, takes the lead and can't hold back, then everyone is bound to collapse like dominoes, even in an extremely desperate situation, he does not show the slightest emotion, which is something that everyone in this steel division knows by heart.

The rest of the Templars did their best, and although they didn't have an artifact to protect their bodies, these iron ropes were not so difficult to resist, and with their fighting strength, they could not help them even if they were not lightly injured.

In this way, in the tempering of blood and fire, they gradually approached the throne that was close at hand, and finally they were seriously injured in the struggle against the iron rope and the coercion of the magic circle, and then they came to the throne out of breath.

"Everyone strikes while the iron is hot, and you can still move in and quickly enter and capture Jing Yuan Taishou, otherwise, once the inertia rises, then it will be difficult to fight against it!" Ye Wuqiu said.

Now that they have come here, a very real question naturally arises in front of them, who should be the first to enter.

In fact, no matter how it is arranged, it is not good news for them, because if they enter first, they will have to bear the unknown risk alone, and if they do not enter in time, they will be crushed by stronger and stronger coercion. Everyone looked at Ye Wuqi in unison, waiting for his order, Ye Wuqi looked down at his wound and almost spurted blood pillars that were squeezed by the pressure of the magic circle, and suddenly ordered: "You go first, Huo Jie is the second, and the others will rush in!"

The first person he was referring to was a Douwang, and as a Templar Douwang, he was not an ordinary Douwang, and his combat power was by no means comparable to that of an ordinary Douwang, so it was the most reasonable choice for him to enter first. Huo Jie and the others who were slightly inferior in cultivation followed closely so that they could suffer less, and at the bottom were Ye Wuqi himself and another powerful Douwang Knight.

In the face of such an arrangement, no one raised objections, and they all understood that they were innocent at night, and saying nothing was their motto. In this way, the king of Dou sat on the throne boldly, pressed the button, and the throne turned around in the sound of the machine, and then turned back.

Huo Jie sat on the throne with a hint of worry in his eyes, and he looked at Ye Wuxi, who smiled slightly, and although he had been crushed by the heavy coercion, he still squeezed out a smile in his pale face.

Time passed in a tick-tock, and most of the twelve people in the group had passed, and when the third-to-last person sat on the throne, Ye Wuqi could no longer stand up, and he knelt on the ground, sweat and blood mixed together on the ground and gathered into a small pool.

"Your Excellency, go in first!" the Dou Wang described as embarrassed, and although his teeth were clenched tightly and his expression was tense, his trembling legs showed his exhaustion.

Ye Wuqi's voice was extremely hoarse, and he shouted almost madly: "Do you want to violate military orders!"

A drop of sweat ran down the Dou King's cheek, shaking on the exposed and trembling muscles, and the Templar paused, then sat down on the throne with unparalleled determination in his eyes.

As the last sound ended, his face finally showed a calm expression, it was a relief, a kind of life and death, he no longer held his body, only heard a click, his chest pressed tightly to the ground.

His thoughts gradually drifted away, and he could no longer feel the physical pain in his mind at this time, he suddenly recalled the dream when he was dying after the battle with the Shura Man-eating Beast in Tianlong Mountain, and now he chewed it again, as if he was savoring the things of his previous life, full of curiosity, mystery and awe.

Didn't you say that you had already died once? Ye Wuqi thought like this, and suddenly laughed, how can a person be resurrected after death? Isn't it that I am drunk and confused.

White Rabbit ...... Running around...... Clothes are not as good as new...... People are not as good as they used to be...... An unknown song sounded in the darkness, and Ye Wuqiu gently closed his eyes, and he felt his spiritual will gradually detach from his physical body.

A smile appeared on his lips.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, an ethereal figure appeared in the circle, this figure was wearing a robe, and his face was blocked by a wide pocket, so it was impossible to see his true face. In this way, he walked through the magic circle that was already as powerful as Mount Tai's overwhelming power, and with a wave of his hand, the soft light spread, and the magic circle suddenly retreated like a wave of water. The circle was like a supple cat in front of this person, without any aggression.

This person's voice was extremely old and trembling slightly, and he said: "Master, Nirvana is reborn, and standing after breaking is the only way to advance. It's an honor that you're still as fearless as you were in your last reincarnation!"

Saying this, the man sighed slightly, looked up and looked around, and then his fingers were like dead branches in the void, as if the crisp sound of glass breaking followed, and then the magic circle gradually dissipated like melting ice and snow, and finally it was obvious that he could see Ye Wuqiu's body that had been flattened suddenly regain a certain height.

After this person did all this, his figure was suddenly illusory, and when he reappeared, he was already by Ye Wuxi's side, he took out a fluorescent jade bottle from his pocket, and dipped it in a verdant willow branch and gently brushed it, and bits and pieces of problems were sprinkled on Ye Wuxi's body.