Fierce beasts besiege the city, ghosts are all over the sky, King Kong bull vigorously fights the giant elephant with his bare hands, and the dragon spear and the purple moon do not move like a loose temptation.

The people of Hao Yuanzong, who were hundreds of miles away, fought each other, and the blood flowed and the corpses were all over the field.

Other places are better, after all, they know how many catties and taels they have, and the city they choose is not too big, and the city is relatively small.

Therefore, the fierce beasts that go to besiege will not face the ten products directly like Niu Dali.

But even if other people are not too afraid in the face of the ten-rank fierce beasts, they don't have the strength of the chief disciple, but they have the support of the powerful Hao Yuan Sect, and if they can't beat it, they can still use the talisman seal to go to the top.

Maybe they have the same arrogance as the chief disciple, but arrogance does not equal strength, so they still have to use what should be used, if they are forced to compete with the fierce beast, it will not only harm themselves, but also the thousands of people behind them.

The five chief disciples of Fu Seal all have these things, but they don't choose to use them, they not only have their own pride, but also deeply understand a truth.

This time there is a talisman to help, then next time, next time, face the strength in front of you, defeat it, defeat it, kill it.

It is not only to test the strength of a body, but also to forge the heart of a strong man, only if the will is strong, until it is as strong as steel, so that he can go further, not to mention the same chief disciple.

They all know very well that some people don't know how to use talismans, and they dare to fight with fierce beasts with their own strength, they all dare, why don't they dare.

They are all chiefs, and where can they be worse, this is not only about strength, but also about face, with the identity of the chief disciple, they don't want the disciples below to see the jokes, and they don't want to admit that they are weaker than others.

Because of this, the chief disciples who were hundreds of miles away from each other, such as the mad knife Xie Dongliu, he lived up to the name of the mad knife, and his knife was sharper and sharper than before.

Since the siege of the fierce beasts, Xie Dongliu has killed each other from the fierce beast group with one knife and one knife, and the blood he has passed all the way is like a red carpet, and the beast corpse is a meritorious service, paving a road of crazy knives.

He didn't wait for the fierce beasts in the dark to show up like Niu Dali, but after killing the fierce beasts, the qi and blood on the jade knife converged, and the forty-meter qi and blood knife slashed wildly towards the darkness, and the qi and blood illuminated the darkness, revealing a hideous head with sharp fangs.

The beast screamed, and pulled out the pitted beside it, but it was smashed towards the knife by the sharpened stick.

I heard only a loud roar, and the surrounding ancient trees were smashed into messy fragments and flew away.

Under the reflection of the huge fire in the city, Xie Dongliu saw the true body of the fierce beast clearly, but it was a giant ape walking in the mountains and forests, holding a stick made of unknown materials in his hand, which was the thickness of a small foot, and was held lightly in the hands of the giant ape.

It casually pulled up the tree next to it and threw it towards Xie Dongliu, and swung its stick with both legs to smash it at Xie Dongliu.

For a while, the sword gang and the stick shadow roared, and the dust flew within a radius of a few zhang, and the fight was inseparable.

But if you talk about blood, I'm afraid there is no place like where the Tibetan sword is, the name of the Tibetan sword is the corpse sword, and since its debut, it has been cold, taciturn, and its words seem to be like gold.

The disciples he received also had the same virtue as him, and in addition to cultivation every day, he was cultivating, or he was killed in the mountains and forests.

Among all the people, the sect established by the Tibetan Sword has the smallest number of people, but it is the sharpest in battle, and even has an inexplicable fanaticism for fighting.

It is not fatal to fight, and because of its silence, some people who don't know what to do often make jokes about them, they will not bother, as long as they are not too much, they will let it go.

But if it is excessive, they will smile slightly, and only listen to the sound of a sword, and they can separate the corpses while talking and laughing.

If you kill too much, no one will make fun of them anymore, and there are even rumors that don't look at them laughing, and you will die when you laugh.

Where the hidden sword is, he likes to be alone in everything, including this time when the beast attacked the city, and he didn't let outsiders interfere.

Standing outside the city with only one person and one sword, roaring with blood and blood, it was the most delicious cake in the eyes of the fierce beast, and ran towards him one after another.

In this regard, the hidden sword just did not move, and the sword only brought a majestic rain of blood when it came out of the sheath, and there were dead corpses in one place.

When the corpse lay down, he would take a step up like stepping on a ladder, and when the sword light danced, a hill of beast corpses had slowly formed under his feet.

It was also in this kind of killing that the aura of the hidden sword was changing little by little, until he stepped on the top of the corpse mountain, which was about a meter higher than the city wall.

Beneath his feet were dead beasts, whose blood filled the potholes in streams, and kept diverting to distant places.

He only stood calmly on the mountain of corpses, his face did not change from beginning to end, and there was no previous sharpness, the sword was in the sheath, in the form of an ordinary person, and there was no momentum to show it, only calmly looking at the darkness in the distance.

The sheathed sword was raised, pointing, in the darkness, but in the darkness only the shadows of the trees swayed, and the branches danced like ghosts.

Under the illumination of the firelight, a huge tiger head poked out, and under the background of the king character on the forehead, it looked incomparable.

The tiger's head appeared, and gradually the entire tiger body came out of the darkness, a tiger roar shook the mountains, and the fierce beasts that were afraid of the corpse mountain ran wildly, and disappeared into the dark mountains and forests in a while.

The colorful giant tiger appeared, the patterns on its body twisted as it walked, and one by one the ghosts emerged from it, and in a moment there were hundreds of them, and they roared towards the hidden sword, spreading their teeth and claws.

The giant tiger glanced at the Tibetan Sword, and the ghosts around him seemed to have received some order, and they all rushed towards the Tibetan Sword.

He didn't draw his sword, nor did he release his qi and blood, but when the ghost was only a foot away from him, a monstrous evil aura permeated the air, and whenever the ghost touched a point, it died like a snowflake melting, turning into yin qi and disappearing in the air.

When the giant tiger saw this, it stopped, and even its raised front paws shrank back, it was afraid, and then its body stood still.

The Tibetan sword stepped on the mountain of corpses, walking down step by step, and when he reached the ground, the giant tiger took a step back.

When it retreated, the hidden sword walked forward, and there was a great regularity between advancing and retreating, and when half of the giant tiger's body retreated into the darkness, it suddenly turned around and ran wildly.

Tibetan Sword raised a smile, his right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, the sword body groaned softly, a gray sword light flashed away, and the roars of countless fierce beasts in the void could be faintly heard.

The roar was followed by an endless wail, and the sword seemed to stir the void with a boundless revenant, as well as a condensed substance.

The dark clouds above the void were all stirred up a gap, and there was the scream of the ghost, and then the wail of the giant tiger.

Divide the corpse sword, hide the sword and divide the corpse, one person and one sword will calm the chaos of this fierce beast.

But he soon knelt on the ground with his sword, and the disciples in the city hurriedly flew to the ground when they saw this, although they were cold, their hearts were always warm.

They are silent and tear apart the bodies of their enemies, but they are also the most united.

The reaction of the hidden sword was obviously consumed to the point that the oil was exhausted, and any beast could eat him.

Compared with him, Zhang Zifeng, the king of the nine whips in another place, was slightly inferior, and was fighting with a giant snake at this time, and the giant snake had a bulging bag on its head, which was not Zhang Zifeng's beating, but a precursor to the snake wanting to grow horns and transform into a Jiao.

But seeing it slowly being pressed downwind, I want to turn into a Jiao, but I'm afraid that I have to wait until the next life.