Above the top of the clouds, in the sky, the strange array set off inexplicable variables, the game within the game, the plan in the plan, and it was confusing for a while.

"It's not good, my body!"

"How so!"

"Ling Quan, who the hell are you!"

"His strength has been improving!"

The people in the Ten Thousand Sects under the Phantom Martial Audience were first stunned, and then shouted together, causing the Quartet to shake for a while. However, although they kept coaxing, none of them stepped forward first.

And there was only one person on the stage, raised his eyebrows, looked at the people in the audience, and smiled more and more presumptuously, "When the time comes, please all stay and be buried with this mountain!" When the words fell, Ling Quan's face changed, revealing a resolute face.

"Wu Zhaojun!"

"You're not dead!"

……

"If the mountains are not tilted, the pillars of heaven will be overwhelming!" Wu Zhaojun said, "Today, with your blood, as the first step for my Holy Gate to return to the world!" "In other words, the more colossal power has been continuously blessed to Wu Zhaojun, far beyond the limit!

In the crowd, I don't know who said, "Leave some of them in formation, and the others will come together!" Then he saw the figure of Sidao jumping up and heading towards the siege of the Wu Zhao army.

A solemn head like King Kong, a Taoist priest who is cast like steel, a young man in brocade clothes, and Di Zixuan.

Tian Lingxue knew that Gongsun Yue and the others didn't know each other, so she said: "That Toutuo is the master of Qingfu of Rushui Temple, the Taoist priest is the Thousand Traces Daoist of Tianyan Baimai, and the young son is He Xunyou of the Lingtai Sect. ”

Only them? Gongsun Yue looked around and found that many people from various forces were faintly forming a formation to fight against the erosion of the magic circle, including Yuehua Palace. "This big array will not only continuously absorb our true essence for the use of the martial army, but also for those with low cultivation, it can also extract vitality, so for us, the most important thing is to protect the sect people."

"I see, that's ......" said, Gongsun Yue glanced at everyone of herself, and secretly tried to look at it, Butterfly Jun comprehended, and the red butterflies flying in the sky also secretly formed a formation, enveloping Gongsun Yue and the others.

At this moment, the battle situation on the stage also opened, and Wu Zhaojun held the blazing knife in his hand, his face was sneering, and he did not move.

The four people in the field were full of strength, but they didn't move at all because of Wu Zhaojun, because they were waiting, waiting for the moment when Wu Zhaojun made a move to reveal a flaw, aiming to kill with one blow. However, now Wu Zhaojun has no flaws for a while, and the four of them have nowhere to leak for a while.

"Bang!" In an instant, Qing Nu and Qianji only felt a flower in front of them, and a figure flashed, and it was Wu Zhaojun's fire sword that struck first.

The two of them also reacted for a while, and when they drank angrily, there was a faint sound of Sanskrit singing from their palms, and the fingers of Qianji were close together, and the blue and purple fingers rose suddenly with his movements.

The extreme moves were connected, and there were waves of qi, only to see Wu Zhaojun turn over and retreat to his original position, the arrogance in his hand was not as condensed as before, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, which flowed straight down the corner of his mouth.

At this time, He Xunyou also moved, only to see the folding fan in his hand open with a bang, and a hurricane came out towards Wu Zhaojun.

Wu Zhaojun didn't raise his eyes, and his figure rushed towards He Xunyou in an instant, and the flame knife in his hand turned into a straight line with his movements, a red line that made people feel scorching.

The storm swept away, and there were blood marks on Wu Zhaojun's body, however, a knife that implied the momentum of the lore knife finally broke through the wind circumference, He Xunyou's complexion changed drastically, and the fan in his hand was suddenly slashed, and it was difficult to resist the sword.

In an instant of light and shadow, He Xunyou's eyes widened, and he fell down by the throat, and then he didn't get up, and his body still exuded bursts of scorching temperature.

It was also at this moment that the ancient sword in Di Zixuan's hand seized the moment to make a move, and countless sword shadows couldn't help flashing out with Di Zixuan's movements, covering the sky, like a downpour.

"Greedy fire!" Wu Zhaojun raised the flame sword, and the momentum of the raging flames burning the mountains and boiling the sea enveloped Di Zixuan, and the breath of the whole person was suddenly extremely violent.

With a knife that burned the mountains and boiled the sea, a sword that slammed into the wind, the Phantom Martial Platform under the feet of the two of them resounded with bursts of cracking sounds, and cracks spread out one after another.

"Bang!" Wu Zhaojun flew straight upside down, the flame knife in his hand had dissipated and was invisible, and then he saw the smoke and dust dissipate, and Di Zixuan stood in place with his sword, but the blood in his hand dripped down the ancient sword to the ground.

The five people fought, and Qing Fu and Thousand Traces were repelled with one move, leaving only two pools of blood in the place where they fought, and the internal breath was not smooth for a while; He Xunyou took advantage of Wu Zhaojun's unpreparedness to make a move, and ended up with a life in exchange for a minor injury; Di Zixuan then took over, and Wu Zhaojun's flame sword collapsed but was not injured, while Di Zixuan's sword hand was injured after one move. After just a few moves, Wu Zhaojun's crushing strength was undoubtedly revealed.

"On the Phantom Martial Arts Platform, Ben will be undefeated!" Wu Zhaojun said lightly, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously dealing with four people at the same time, even if his skills were improved, it would not be easy for him.

This person's strength should be the result of being improved by the formation...... Gongsun Yue secretly said in her heart, she must fight quickly, otherwise the longer the time, the more effective the formation will be, and the more troublesome it will be at that time.

"Drink!" After a little pranayama, I saw that the shape of the thousand traces suddenly turned into nothingness, and at first glance I saw a little starlight, if there is nothing, it is unpredictable.

Wu Zhaojun stretched out his hand, and the knife in his hand suddenly burst into boundless flames, and slashed down.

The strength of the two collided almost at the same time, making a thunderous sound, Qianji frowned, and when the offensive was reduced, he retreated, and the Wu Zhao army was unstoppable.

"Amitabha!" The Buddha of Pure Anger sang, and his body suddenly emitted bursts of golden light, replacing thousands of marks, and the knife slashed on the body of the King Kong of Pure Anger, and the sound of the bell could be faintly heard.

"A sword!" Di Zixuan's figure flickered, and the ancient sword in his hand suddenly shot out, stabbing out towards Wu Zhaojun.

"Greedy fire!" Wu Zhaojun saw that the attack was approaching again, and the flames in his right hand swept away, like a cloud of fire.

In an instant, the sword and the knife collided together in the void, and the fierce sword qi suddenly dissipated and became invisible, and Di Zixuan was almost unstable with his sword, and he took nine steps back one after another.

"Fire clouds in all directions!" Just as Di Zixuan was retreating, Wu Zhaojun's voice sounded, and the flame knife rushed over again, this time, it was the eight knives.

These eight knives are not too fast, but one knife is more domineering than the other, Di Zixuan Ancient Sword is in a hurry, "Yuehua Secret Style - Soft Mountain Full Moon Water Shakes the Wind!" Suddenly, the sword aura was shaking, guarding itself impenetrable, and it was difficult to find an opportunity to counterattack.

"Frost Finger!"

"Immovable Ming King Seal!"

A thousand fingers, June frost, cold and calm. Qing Anger pinched the trick with both hands, and the law of the immovable Ming King emerged, and the Buddha seal was condensed.

"Fire Greed Void Wind Slash!" Wu Zhaojun's sword was smoothly retracted, his left hand was flattened, and a knife appeared in his hand out of thin air, and then in an instant, his right hand drew his knife, and a scorching sense swept through the four fields, engulfing all three of them with unparalleled domineering resources.

The frost disappeared, the Buddha seal shattered, the sword qi collapsed, and the three people's attacks all turned into nothingness under a single sword, and then the raging flames rolled back towards the three of them.

Sonorous! At the moment of snapping his fingers, two arrow shadows flew, Wu Zhaojun couldn't dodge, split one arrow, and the other arrow hit the knife, earning a chance to breathe, and the three of them retreated a few steps.

"Top archery, report your name!"

"Born at an untimely time, the world is dark, and people and gods are angry; Nineteen years of stealing the world, laughing and killing Nanguan! ”

"Swing the bow and fight for the lightning, the flying feathers are chaotic and the starlight is chaotic, the willow sky pierces the clouds and shatters, and the virtual strings are on the side of the moon!"