Zhang Luo and that Lao Yi fell into a bitter battle, seeing that he fell into the auxiliary pulse array that the three of Xun Changtian had barely laid out, the door was wide open, and he was about to see the success-

A "buzzing" and chirping frisbee suddenly flew from outside the gate of the Spirit Array Realm, and took Zhang Luo's dagger that flew at him, so that Lao Yi avoided the danger of defeat and death.

This Zhang Luo had suffered a loss from this thing when he broke into the camp during the day, and he wanted to get back to the field, so he immediately rushed out, and met Jin Lun'er, who also wanted to be ashamed. When the enemies see each other, they fight together.

However, when I looked at it from afar, I was taken aback!

He found out that this Golden Wheel was not the fleeing Purple Lotus leader he met in the ancient castle that day, but who was it!?

Seeing that he was on a par with this Zhang Luo, and did not fall behind at all, it seemed that he had deliberately retained his strength in the ancient castle that day, and pretended to be his own fool!

Cold Nightwalk's mind spun rapidly, and he kept thinking about it, trying to figure out which link had gone wrong.

He and Feng Xiluo in the spiritual sea kept exchanging opinions, confirming the objects of suspicion one by one, and they were denied by the two of them one by one. Ever since he discussed with He Biling and others, Feng Xiluo in his spiritual sea had already opened all five heartstrings, and he had been constantly collecting everyone's soul fluctuations, especially the masters in the field.

But at this moment, there is nothing suspicious in the minds of these masters.

That Zhang Luo's eyes were red, and he fought with the golden wheel.

What he was thinking in his mind was that he would be ashamed of his blood, and he must kill the general in front of him. If he doesn't kill him, then the little advantage he has worked hard to gain before will be wiped out, and his subordinates and his fellow villagers will become fish under the knife. Even if you fight hard, you have to keep this culprit.

The old man rubbed the seal spirit in his hand and watched his men die one after another, one after another falling in a pool of blood. Seeing that less than half of the old and weak women and children had been evacuated from the secret door of the spirit array, there was finally a sense of anxiety in their eyes for the first time.

He only hoped that these tribes in front of him could hold on for more time, so that his tribe could leave some seeds and a glimmer of hope for survival.

And that Lao Yi did not have a strong hand like Zhang Luo in front of him, and the pressure on his body plummeted, although the concord array in front of him was quite troublesome, but it was no longer a fatal danger to him. He finally found the weak point of this synergy array in his eyes, and his ferocity protruded, and with a wild shout, he rushed to Xun Changtian's body, and slammed into his shoulders!

Seeing that this old Yi was about to break through their synergy formation, Han Yexing didn't have time to think about it, so he had to stop carefully sorting out these surging soul fluctuations. Instead, he raised the few spiritual energy left in the fragment and flew forward to answer it.

However, at this moment, a figure that should not have appeared stumbled to the side of Han Yexing.

Patriarch Zhang, old man!

This old man, who was still worried about his clan a moment ago, watched his clansmen buy time with blood and life in cold blood, but at this time, he suddenly flew in front of the cold night walker.

I was almost cut in two by his broken knife!

Frightened, Han Yexing hurriedly contacted Feng Xiluo. But at this time, the soul information that poured into the two of them was all the endless despair before death, as well as the pleasure of those Purple Lotus Demon Disciples killing. The soul fluctuations of several suspects who had been staring at them had all lost their traces at this moment!

I didn't have time to think about it in the cold night, so I had to busy collecting myself.

However, at this time, Lao Yi had already broken through the siege of Xun Changtian and the three of them, and suddenly rushed towards the patriarch and Han Yexing.

The cold night line pushed the old man away, and seeing that there was no way to retreat, he had to stand up and break the knife, ready to take this old Yi's trick!

Seeing that the old Yi was blocked by this old man, he had already lost his killing momentum, and laughed wildly: "Haha, Lao Zhang did a good job! You should have listened to my advice and cooperated with me, otherwise your people would not have died in vain! The weird boy who dared to hurt me, see if you can cut a few more knives this time!"

He laughed, and the momentum of the collision continued unabated, and he was about to crash into the thin figure of Cold Night Xing.

However, at this moment, a blood flower bloomed on the shin of this old Yi's neck!

I was stunned for a moment in the cold night, and I couldn't help but be stunned!

He thought that he had fallen into this old man's calculations, but he didn't think that the situation would change abruptly!

Just as this old man was about to slam his shoulder on the broken knife he sealed, this old man suddenly surged out of the spiritual power around his body, and his cultivation suddenly rose by two great realms, directly rising from the sealed vein realm to the illusion realm. He flew up, stretched out his hand and slashed diagonally, directly into Lao Yi's neck.

This old man didn't expect this old man to make a sudden move, and then this old man shot too fast, he was so defenseless that he didn't even have time to protect his spiritual power, so he was hit solidly.

The old man used his palm as a knife and slashed at his neck, instantly cutting off his neck bone, and with all his strength, he actually cut off his head, and blood splattered everywhere for a while.

This old Yi fell to the ground with a bang. No one expected that this tens of thousands of troops and the only master in the field who had created a fantasy realm, the commander of the first army who had refined his body like a copper wall and iron bones, would be killed on the spot inexplicably.

Everyone was stunned for a while, and before they could move, the old man had already touched the waist of the old man from his hand, and had already touched something, but the shape looked like a book with several drawings. Old man Zhang shouted: "Fengyuan Mo Alliance ordered to take the things, it has been obtained, you quickly bring it back and offer it." As soon as he said that, he raised his hand, and the book flew straight towards the golden wheel in the distance.

Han Yexing was the closest to him, and seeing that this old man was weird, although Fang Cai's move was a surprise attack, it was really too fast to see. Seeing that he searched for something from this old man, he knew that it must be an important object, and maybe it was the culprit of this chaos, so his mind moved, and he stood up from the ground and reached out to grab it.

Seeing that he was about to reach the scroll, the scroll suddenly accelerated, and it passed between his hands, causing him to grasp the void.

The scroll flew through the palm of the cold night walker, and the speed was a little faster, and seeing that it was about to fly to the broken boundary gate, the golden wheel was in the hand, and suddenly a dagger slashed, blocking his outstretched left hand.

But this is what this golden wheel is planning for, so it can be given up. A splash of blood! With his right hand, he took it in his hand despite the strong enemy in front of him and desperately injured himself.

At this moment, he flew away and retreated, and he didn't even care about the success or failure of this siege! As long as this thing was in his hand, he would have wind and rain in the future, what did he care about the Yaksha Spirit King and this Yuanmo Alliance!?

This golden wheel shouldn't have been so careless, but he saw that the thing was taken out of Lao Yi's waist by Zhang Lao'er, so he grabbed it without thinking. Unexpectedly, as soon as this scroll arrived in his hand, Jin Lun'er suddenly felt that something was wrong, this thing looked like a scroll, but when he held it in his hand, he didn't have the soft texture of a scroll, but a page of magma was as hard as a golden stone.

When he thought of something, he was horrified, and he hurriedly wanted to throw it out, but where could he have time!

Han Yexing and Zhang Luo saw that this golden wheel was desperate to snatch it, and knew that this thing must be the key, so they flew to chase after it. That Loben was right next to him, but he quickly caught up. The cold night walk was a little farther away, and he was still halfway, but he heard the warning of Feng Xiluo, and his heart moved, and he shouted: "Zhang Luo, be careful!"

At this moment, the desperate cry of the golden wheel came at the same time: "Xuanyuan Mingjuan!" His last word was halfway out, but it had turned into a scream!

I saw that the "scroll" in his hand suddenly exploded, and every page, the page that curled seemingly soft, seemed to have the smell of book ink, suddenly flew away, and every page of the book was a sharp blade glowing with black aura!

A blade fired in his hand, as strong as this armor-piercing crossbow!

No matter how high his Jin Lun'er's martial arts were, he couldn't stop it, only listening to the sound of sharp blades entering his body one after another, his tall body was actually split into pieces by these countless pages, and in the blink of an eye, he was cut into seven or eight pieces of blood.

The cold night was horrified, and when he saw a few pages flying towards him, he hurriedly waved his broken knife, barely blocking three pages. But this last page can't be stopped no matter what. He had to turn sideways, and the page slashed across his left shoulder, adding a half-rain-deep scar.

He was closer to the burst, and when he saw the broken pages flying in all directions, he quickly sank, fell straight down from the air, and lay on the ground. Although this posture was indecent, it finally saved his life. He only heard the sound of a faint voice, which cut more than ten deep wounds on his body that were visible to the bones, and then slowly stopped.

From the moment when Old Man Zhang suddenly made a move, but in just a moment, Lao Yi died, Jin Lun'er shattered his body, Zhang Luo was seriously injured, and the battle ended in an instant.

Cold Night Walking slowly landed and came to He Biling's side, and the two looked at each other, but they didn't see how this strange situation happened.

What kind of person is this old man? Why can he hide it so well, and if his strength is so terrifying, why didn't he strike earlier, and only after so many people had died did he suddenly become a killer?

And the golden wheel, since he has already got his hands and the battlefield situation is secure, what is he fleeing in a hurry for?

This strange situation is really strange!

Suddenly, a cheer erupted, it was from the ordinary people who had fallen into despair behind the Boundary Gate, and the three armies that were still fiercely mixed together suddenly retreated together.

"It's Xunzi Battalion!"

"It's the real Xunzi camp that has arrived at !!"

"We're saved!"

Han Yexing stood on the spot in a daze: "Could it be that General Chuanshi really went to Southern Xinjiang in person!?"

He saw a group of swordsmen who arrived first, the knife was five feet long, the blade was four feet, the handle was one foot, and the blade was pure black.

Looking at the spiritual power surging between these sergeants, forming an endless aura, it's not a synergy array, what is it!?

These three armies have lost their leaders, most of the remnants of the Purple Lotus army besieging the city have fled, and the soldiers who are killing each other for some reason have lost all their morale, and they don't even need to rush to the large array of soldiers and horses behind, this group of 300 sword soldiers has suddenly suppressed the situation. Whether it is the more than 10,000 warriors of the alien race in the Cold Mountain, or these remaining Purple Lotus Demon Disciples.

If you don't want to die, you have only two options.

Escape, or fall.

Han Yexing covered the wound on his shoulder, and looked at the gradually calming battlefield below in a daze, his head becoming empty. I don't know when, the little girl Hong Wuyan, who had been hiding behind He Biling, had already run to his side, pulling at the corner of his clothes, looking at the sudden change in the situation without knowing why.

However, a pair of eyes stared at the strange old man, and when he saw that he was still in place, he smiled at him with a relieved face, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.