Ninety thousand flying swords roared in the air, the scene was spectacular and terrifying, Wang Jue suspended in front of the two armies, deeply feeling the horror of the cultivator army.

The rolling army of 90,000 is like a rough sea, Wang Jue feels that he is a light boat, and he may be overturned by the waves at any time.

There was no doubt that once 90,000 flying swords shot in front of the Cold Peak Sect Formation, a large number of disciples would die in an instant.

"Use your tornado. ”

If it was the heyday of Erha, he didn't care about the scene in front of him, but not now!

can frighten Erha, that is, he has hair on his body, if he is like a human, his little face must have turned white with fright.

No matter how smart Wang Jue is, no matter how amazing he is, after all, he is still young, and he has never experienced such a scene, he stood in the air for a while, looking at the oncoming army of the Tuwu clan, he was also dumbfounded.

Erha is worthy of being well-informed, after a moment of shock, he immediately thought of a way to deal with the crisis in front of him, no matter whether this method is good or not, but it is also the only way at the moment, looking at waiting for death, not the way of this thing for the fairy beast.

"Erha, use the power of space to cast a storm, a storm with sand. ”

Let Erha remind him like this, Wang Jue also opened his mind, and immediately began to draw inferences.

"What are you doing in a daze! Hurry up! His uncle's, now the space is no longer worried about collapsing, give them some color to see, his uncle's. ”

Erha is even more ruthless, tearing people's throats with his claws without blinking, not to mention, just using the power of space to cast a storm.

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately began to act, raising a small paw and waving sharply at the Tuwu army rushing over.

Without waiting for the little claws of this cargo to fall, a storm suddenly set off in the space in front of the two armies, and the sand on the ground was lifted up a thick layer, and it swept straight towards the Tuwu army.

The wind and sand were raging in the sky, and the sand was mixed with countless small stones, mixed with the sand, and it hit the body of the Tuwu cultivator in one go.

"Oops! My face hurts, something hit my face. ”

The Tuwu cultivator who rushed to the front was unlucky, and was immediately hit on his body by countless small stones, especially some people, who were hit in the face by the stones, and immediately puffed up several large bags, and immediately grinned and shouted in pain.

These people calculated well, thinking that it was a great opportunity to make meritorious contributions, but they didn't expect that they would be disfigured first before they could fight with the enemy.

It's better to let the stones hit the face, at least not to burp the beam immediately, the next thing is fatal, and after Erha cast the storm, Wang Jue also began to quickly pinch the trick.

After completing the pinch in the blink of an eye, Wang Jue raised his hand and waved towards the Tuwu army that rushed over.

"The third change of the tornado!"

Wang Jue was ruthless, once he let the army of 90,000 Tuwu rush over, even if he had great ability, he would immediately be drowned in the sea of people, and there was absolutely no reason to live.

Therefore, the third transformation of the Hundred Variety Tornado was directly launched, and with a soft drink in his mouth, a strange tornado immediately appeared in the air.

This is a silver tornado, at the beginning of its appearance, it exudes a metallic luster, a tornado as high as dozens of zhang, standing straight in front of the two armies, the moment it appears, it immediately swept towards the Tuwu army.

Wang Jue has not lost the variety tornado, but this time the variety tornado is completely different from the previous one.

The ever-changing tornado that he saw was gathered by countless silver rays of light, and the light emitted from it shot straight into people's hearts, and just by looking at it, it would make people feel frightened.

The source of each silver light is an indestructible blade, and countless sharp blades are arranged in a regular manner, forming a sharp blade dragon that is dozens of zhang long.

The bladed dragon spun at high speed, sweeping away the army of the Turquoise at lightning speed.

The Tuwu cultivators who rushed to the front, still in the midst of the panic and abuse after the storm swept by, the Hundred Transformation Tornado turned in front of them for the third time, and in the blink of an eye, it was swept into the wind by the rapidly spinning blade dragon.

The third change of the Hundred Variations Tornado was like a meat grinder, and those Tuwu cultivators who were swept into the tornado were strangled into pieces by countless sharp blades before they could scream.

"Brother Wang Jue, why don't you leave! You let your sister go alone, but you don't go, how can your sister leave if you don't leave, my sister can't leave you here alone. ”

When he heard the thirteen kings shouting to attack, Wang Jue asked Han Xue to leave immediately, and then he didn't care about Han Xue anymore, he was thinking about the enemy's strategy, Han Xue said a lot of words like tongue twisters, Wang Jue didn't hear a word.

Looking at Wang Jue's not tall back, Han Xue's eyes instantly blurred her vision, just after getting along with Wang Jue for a few days, Han Xue was a little difficult to leave, I have to say that women are more emotional than rational most of the time.

"Han Xue Daoyou, what are you still doing standing here! Wang Jue told you to leave immediately, you just listen to him, he will not be in danger. ”

If Wang Jue was still in the magic weapon hall, and the hall fell into the hands of the Tuwu people, when this situation occurred, Jin Manchu would definitely worry about Wang Jue's safety.

Don't worry about it now, Jin Manchu doesn't worry about Wang Jue anymore, as long as others are outside, as long as they want to leave, they can evacuate at any time, and no one can stop them.

Han Xue stood in the air in a daze, tears streaming down in strings, at this time, where was the appearance of a sect master, it was completely a little woman, looking forward to the return of Lang.

"But...... I really don't worry about him!"

Han Xue knew in her heart that even if Wang Jue was not in danger, after leaving this time, she didn't know when she would be able to meet again, maybe this time was goodbye, she really liked Wang Jue, and there was too much reluctance in her heart.

"Han Xue Daoyou, you are the master of a sect, everyone is looking at you, I am very surprised by your current performance, tens of thousands of lives are in your thoughts, you are still here with a long love for children, it is really a little inappropriate. ”

Jin Manchu's face was gloomy, it was a matter of life and death for tens of thousands of people, and he gave a solemn warning to Han Xue's performance, although what he said was a bit subtle, but it was already very serious for Han Xue.

"Disciple of the Cold Peak Sect, withdraw!"

Let Jin Manchu say a few words, Han Xue's pretty face suddenly turned red, turned his face and didn't dare to look at Jin Manchu again, looked at the tens of thousands of Cold Peak disciples behind him, and directly gave the order to retreat.

There is Erha's scattered wind and sand in front of the two armies, and the situation on the opposite side cannot be seen with the naked eye, as long as it can block the cultivators of the Tuwu clan for a moment, the disciples of the Hanfeng Sect can fly out for hundreds of miles.

There is a distance of several hundred miles, even if the army of the Tuwu clan catches up again, it will take a certain amount of time, and by that time, maybe the disciples of the Cold Peak Sect have already arrived at the Linhai Sect.

Han Xue gave an order, and the 30,000 disciples of the Cold Peak Sect suddenly retreated to the south in an orderly manner like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, on the other side of the storm, the disciples of the Cold Peak Sect disappeared.

The overwhelming wind and sand swept away, coupled with the ever-changing tornado cast by Wang Jue, the army of Tuwu cultivators only cared about wailing all over the field, where could they still care about using their divine sense to check the situation on the other side.

"Erha, I overlooked one thing, it took too much yuan power to fight with the big dog bear just now, and now I use the variety tornado, and the yuan power is a little insufficient. ”

After performing the third transformation of a hundred variety tornado, Wang Jue's body suddenly felt a little tired, and then he remembered that there was not much yuan power left in his body.

While talking to Erha, Wang Jue raised his hand and patted the storage bag, and immediately took out two medium-grade yuan stones, holding a yuan stone in each hand, and quickly absorbed it.

"Damn, it's the rhythm of a loser! Two medium-grade Yuan stones, a dozen breaths are gone. ”

In the blink of an eye, two pieces of medium-grade Yuan Stone turned into powder and scattered, Wang Jue couldn't help but let out a sigh, after breaking through to the Yuan Sea Realm, it was the first time he used Yuan Stone to replenish the Yuan Force in his body, but he didn't expect the speed to be so fast.

"One storm and tornado is not enough, those people from the Cold Peak Sect haven't run far yet, let's give them one more time! Seeing that Wang Jue had absorbed the two medium-grade yuan stones in the blink of an eye, Erha immediately proposed to him.

"One time is not enough, at least ten times and eight times the third change of the Hundred Variation Tornado, until the Yuan Force is drained, and then, the two of us will leave immediately. ”

Glancing at the storm rolling in the army of the Tuwu tribe, Wang Jue looked back at Erha and said categorically.

"You just absorbed two Yuan Stones, and you can cast ten Hundred Transformation Tornadoes? Uncle, I'm worried about you, can you still run away from the end of the world. Erha looked at Wang Jue with a little worry.

"No problem, Yuan Li is more refined after using it and then absorbing it, his uncle's, just like this, he is unwilling, the Niu family killed Aunt Hai, and the enmity between me and the Niu family is endless. It seems that Wang Jue is going to fight to the death with the Niu family.

"Don't learn my four-character mantra, how many times have I told you, my words to me are always like the wind in my ears, his uncle, my storm and your tornado are about to be powerless, if you want to do it, hurry up, and leave as soon as you are done." ”

Erha is too sensitive to Wang Jue's use of his mantra, and at this time, he is most concerned about this issue.

"Wang Jue is there! ”

Erha had already said that the storm and the Variety Tornado were in the late stage, and there was not much attack power left, and in the time when one person and one immortal beast said a few words, the storm and the Variety Tornado completely dissipated.

There was no storm, there was no shelter in front of the two armies, and the life of the thirteen kings was great, and he didn't die, he found Wang Jue at a glance, and immediately ordered the army of the Tuwu tribe to kill this side.

"Hurry up Erha, they're coming!"

Wang Jue's meaning is obvious, he wants Erha to use the power of space to cast the next storm first, and then he will make another tornado.

"Okay!"

Erha said very simply this time, he didn't say his four-character mantra, it seems that this thing also knows the seriousness of the matter, and knows that even if he saves a word at this time, he can let the spell be cast earlier.

At the same time as Erha agreed, he raised a small claw and pointed sharply in the direction of the Tuwu army, and with the finger of this claw, a larger storm swept out.