Lian Nishang was led away by Asba.

Battlefield.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King was walking in circles with the female disciples of Emei.

Nothing killing.

It's like a joke.

In comparison, the battle situation on the other side of Heding Weng was very bloody.

No.

Maybe it shouldn't be bloody.

I thought that the person who was slapped by the palm of the Xuan Shen would only be frozen into a 'frozen person'.

Just a few minutes passed.

A group of elite disciples of the third generation of Wudang has lost more than half.

This bought Mo Shenggu a certain amount of time, allowing him to gradually suppress the cold power of the riot in his body.

After recovering a little, the face of this Wudang Seven Heroes was also gloomy.

The Tibetan sword that appeared first did not know whether he was alive or dead at this time.

Cang Song, Song Qingshu, Zhang Ze, Wu Qingshan, Fang Yue and other elites of the three generations of disciples are now entangled with the help of the rest of the people.

There are thirty Wudang disciples, of which twelve are congenital, and the rest are all close to the threshold of congenital.

But even so, in just a few minutes, nearly half of it was lost in the hands of Heding Weng!

It's not that they can't do it.

It's that the gap between the two sides is too big!

A group of three generations of disciples who have not been born for a few days went to confront Heding Weng, a master who has been in the Grandmaster Realm for more than 20 years.

He was also drugged, which caused him to be unable to exert his full strength.

For now.

A disciple who has not yet reached the congenital level and does not have the strength to protect the body, it can be said that being targeted by the crane top Weng is the end of falling directly to the ground!

And even Song Qingshu and Zhang Ze, these two are in the best condition.

It's just the result of holding on to the top and down.

Of course, they didn't fail to win.

At least on Heding Weng's body, there were a lot of blood marks from the sword split.

Change the scene.

If only the Crane Crowns hadn't gone mad, and they were in a state of total victory.

I can't tell if they can still beat the crane to the top.....

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

A mad grandmaster will do whatever it takes to kill these disciples who have just arrived at the innate, or who are not even innate.

Nature is extremely efficient.

It was so efficient that Mo Shenggu's heart was bleeding.

These disciples are the future of Wudang......

Drawing a long sword from the hand of a Wudang disciple who had already fallen to the ground, Mo Shenggu shouted at the battlefield:

"Crane old thief, I Wudang will never die with you!"

When the words fell, Mo Shenggu had already rushed forward with his sword.

Seeing his uncle recover.

Cang Song, who was in charge of the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation by the senior brothers, had a flash of joy in his eyes.

Chong Zhang Ze nodded to the side, and Cang Song snorted:

"Change the formation, let the Seventh Uncle in!"

The words fell, and a burst of silver light flashed in place.

In the next second, the sword formation turned into a formation of wild geese moving south.

Mo Shenggu, who had just joined, stood at the head of the herringbone, and Heding Weng was the extra one in the queue!

"Seven volleys!"

"Kill !!"

A long sword with a handle attached to the true qi changed with the formation, becoming virtual and real.

Continuously left blood marks on the body of the crane top Weng.

After the main attack of Mo Shenggu joined, it added three points of power!

Those elders in Wudang ranked Cangsong before Lan Li for no reason.

Cangsong himself is really capable.

No matter what kind of situation you encounter, no matter what kind of enemy you are facing.

This guy with a real Honka personality can quickly settle down and stabilize the situation in it.

Zhuo Yihang also has this ability.

But Lan Li and Song Qingshu?

I'm sorry.....

No is nothing.

This kind of thing is really talented!

With the addition of Mo Shenggu, the situation on Wudang's side has finally stabilized.

Although the crane top Weng who fell in the sword formation still attacked the Wudang disciples who set up the formation from time to time, under the maintenance of Mo Sheng Valley, he was still able to rescue in time.

But that's it.

I want to rely on the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation to grind the Crane Ding Weng to death, the grandmaster.

Chances are not impossible.

But it's not really big.

Don't look at the blood marks on Hedingweng's body at this moment, but what enters the flesh more than an inch is actually the sword that was stabbed by the Tibetan sword at the beginning.

The rest of the injuries are nothing more than skin injuries.

As long as Heding Weng wants to leave, he will still be able to escape from Ascension if he is ruthless with a few swords.

This is still in the case that the crane top weng has no helper!

Does the crane top Weng have a helper?

Asba was chased and killed by Lian Nishang, and obviously didn't have a chance to help him.

King Jinlun, this guy is having fun with a group of Emei female disciples, and from time to time he scares the Emei disciples with wheels, causing them to scream constantly.

If you don't do such a fun thing, why should he go and fight with Wudang and the others?

As for the group of innate ..... under the Mongols' tent

If they had come here, they might have been able to crush everyone in one fell swoop!

All right.

At this time, the crane top Weng didn't have so many thoughts in his head at all.

Seeing that the offensive was blocked, the killing intent boiling in the eyes of the almost half-crazy Heding Weng.

Dodging the long sword stabbed by Mo Shenggu again, Heding Weng's body was full of momentum.

Next second.

Burst out in all directions!

Really angry outburst!

"Hahahaha! Want to besiege me? You are looking for death!! ”

The icy cold qi turned into frost from all around him, directly causing the formation of Wudang disciples, and the speed of their body movements became stiff.

Although only for a few seconds.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, the crane top Weng was already like a goshawk, directly rushing towards the cangpine of the abbot's formation!

The distance between the two is reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cang Song could already see the fluff on the face of the crane top and the bloodshot eyes under the half of the mask.

"It's you commanding others, just kill you, just kill you..."

In his ears was the sound of the crane top getting closer and closer, and a flash of horror flashed in Cangsong's eyes.

In the next second, Cang Song, who was carrying this frightened color, suddenly shouted loudly:

"Senior brother, do !! hands"

Rumble!!!

The qi exploded, and Zhuo Yihang, who had always maintained a 'vegetative' state, suddenly slashed out his sword.

The long sword fell like silver light on the moon.

In the endless cold current, bring up a bright blood flower!

Hit!

Hit the !!

At the same time that Crane Dingweng's left hand slapped Cang Song's arms to block his arms, a brilliant sword light pierced in from behind.

Through the chest!

Wring!

Turn!

At this moment, Zhuo Yihang's expression was solemn, and the long sword in his hand was like a drill, expanding the results that Cangsong brought to himself!

And Cang Song, who faced the crane top Weng, with a miserable white face, also forced out a smile.

The next second.

Rumble!!!

The left arm exploded!

The shattered ice ballast flew out with the whole person of Cang Song!

"Ahem.... Ahem.... You... You're very nice..."

Don't wait for others to surprise.

One of Crane Peak's hands took the lead, grabbing the long sword that passed through his chest.

After Zhuo Yihang opened a blood hole in his body, he wanted to split him directly from it.

Pity.

Grandmaster-level flesh, grandmaster-level muscles and bones, how can a mortal sword be easily separated?

With the strength of his five fingers, with a cold breath, Heding Weng shattered the tip of the sword in his hand.

Then he slammed it on the chest.

Directly took the long sword in his body, and flew out with Zhuo Yihang, the sword-wielding person!

With a few taps, the bloody hole in his chest was frozen in ice.

After doing this, Heding Weng turned his head and looked at Mo Shenggu, who had arrived in front of him, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He moved!

Even if it was Mo Shenggu's long sword head-on, Heding Weng still didn't care about it.

The empty door is wide open!

Opportunity!!!

'Sting...'

Another sound of a sword piercing through flesh rang out.

However, the next second.

In the forest, Mo Shenggu's miserable wail sounded!

Ignoring the long sword passing through his chest, at the moment when the long sword penetrated his body, Heding Weng grabbed Mo Shenggu's sword-holding hand with both hands.

Then, the cold in the body exploded!

Along Mo Shenggu's arm, half of his body was directly frozen!!

"Don't !!"

"Seventh Uncle!!

Bang....

After a crisp sound, Mo Shenggu's sword-holding arm, along with half of his arm, was directly blown into ice slag.

Not dead yet!

But it won't last long!

I didn't know my fate for long.

kicked Mo Shenggu, who was still blocking in front of him, and the crane top Weng, whose true qi in his body had already consumed seventy percent, walked towards Zhuo Yihang, who had just stood up, step by step.

Walking is not fast, but it brings unimaginable pressure.

Hands are shaking.

Although he was quickly controlled by Zhuo Yihang.

But at this moment, Zhuo Yihang's heart still rose with a mentality called fear.

Grandmaster, aren't you human?

If it's a human being, why is it that the heart has a big hole, and it can still not die?

As Heding Weng got closer and closer, a trace of nervousness appeared on Zhuo Yihang's face.

Even on this cold battlefield, there were still big drops of sweat on his forehead.

Cold sweat.

Don't panic, there's still a chance, his heart is broken, and even if he doesn't die, he must be seriously injured.

Think of a way, find a way.

At least I still have a chance to slash him.....

Chop.....

Can you be killed?

Chop... This time, I'm going to cut him off.....

Such a great opportunity cannot be wasted.

Hand.... Somewhat stiff.

Move....

Move!

You're moving!! ’

Twenty meters.

Zhang Ze, who couldn't be suppressed, suddenly made a move, and was suppressed by Heding Weng with a palm.

Fifteen meters.

Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and forcibly smashed a jade talisman in his hand towards Heding Weng.

As a result, the conjured god was pulled by the crane top Weng, and in a posture of dying together, he directly exploded!

Ten meters.

Several Wudang disciples who couldn't bear the pressure, some rushed forward, and some were so soft that they fell to the ground.

As the crane top weng gets closer and closer.

Zhuo Yihang's hand holding the sword became more and more tense.

He only had a chance with a sword.

The shots of those fellow disciples in front of him are all creating opportunities for his sword!

Pressure.

All the pressure, everyone's lives, all pressed on his unslashed sword!

And then.....

"You're... It's Zhuo Yihang... Ahem...

It's you.

You, kill the old deer? ”

Heding Weng's uncertain voice exploded in Zhuo Yihang's ears.

The distance between the two was less than five meters.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yihang's hand holding the sword trembled again.

"Don't be nervous, I want to talk to you before you die.

You say you steal the medicine, why kill him? ”

As he spoke, the frozen blood hole in Hedingweng's chest had a tendency to melt.

But the crane didn't care.

just looked calm, looking at Zhuo Yihang in front of him:

"I've known Lao Lu for most of my life, and although he is a little, he hasn't done a few evil things.

Over the years, my two brothers have had a bad reputation in the rivers and lakes.

But isn't it all preached by you righteous people? ”

seems to know that he has come to the end of his life, and at this time Heding Weng just wants to pour out his heart.

No matter who it is.

As for the end of the talk?

"Forget it, I'll tell you what to do, you still have a chance to sword.

And I, for the rest of the time, don't know if I can kill you all. ”

As the words fell, Heding Weng suddenly raised his hand.

There was a flash of white light in front of him.

Along with it, there are two iron balls similar to projectiles, which burst out from the sleeves of the crane top Weng!

Shoot straight into Zhuo Yihang's throat!

I'm afraid that no one would have thought that at this moment of the final decisive battle, Heding Weng would actually hurt people with a hidden weapon!

Zhuo Yihang didn't expect it!

Therefore, he only cut half of his sword before being pierced through the chest by a steel ball!

Bang!

The whole person flew out more than ten meters, and after falling to the ground, a blood flower burst out on Zhuo Yihang's chest.

That steel ball will actually explode!

After entering the flesh, it exploded again!

And the crane who shot out the hidden weapon is not comfortable at this time.

received Zhuo Yihang's half-sword.

He left him with his life.

But half of his skull and one eye were cut off.

It's miserable.

Scrapped.

Even if he kills everyone in this battle, there is a miracle doctor to renew his life.

In the future, he will only be a half-crippled person.

With blood on his face, Heding Weng was stunned.

It seems to be sensing the life that is being lost.

Then there was a rampant laugh.

"Hahahaha!

Zhuo Yihang!

Wudang!

Zhang Sanfeng!

I'm not afraid of you!

I'm not afraid of you!! ”

Dressed in blood.

A disability.

He looked like he would be scared when he saw this powerful ghost, and planned to step forward and end Zhuo Yihang's life first.

Five steps.

It's close.

Three steps.

Heding Weng had already seen the blood gushing out of Zhuo Yihang's chest, and the almost invisible floating.

"Death.... Die...."

"Huh?"

"Who'!!"

Suddenly hearing the sound, the crane top suddenly raised his head.

The next second.

A jade-like face met his eyes.

"Who are you!"

'Bang....'

Gently pulled the trigger, sensing the sudden burst of force in his hand, and the person blinked.

Subsequently.

I saw him turn around and tap Zhuo Yihang's chest a few times.

Frowning again, he took out an emerald green leaf from his sleeve and stuffed it into Zhuo Yihang's mouth.

When this was done, the man breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning his head, he looked at the Wudang disciple lying on the ground in the field, with a look of apology on his face.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Ming... Moon? ”

"Well, I met some people on the way, and it took some time to solve it."

As he spoke, Lan Li's expression remained unchanged, and he walked over the crane top on the ground, which was already completely cold.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you send these to everyone, use them for hanging."

He threw the wooden box containing the leaves of the Tree of Life in his hand to Zhang Ze.

Lan Li smiled gently at him.

Then the pace didn't stop.

Hearing the movement, the Golden Wheel Dharma King who was rushing towards this side greeted him.

"You're not lightly hurt.

This one is left.

I'll take care of it......"