Tong Yao pouted again: "It's so positive!" He also drew his sword and jumped out to fight those evil spirits.

Murong Xi fixed the Qiankun bag, sacrificed the fairy sword to fall into the dust, and the swordsmanship was fierce.

Yan Chunfeng also showed the sound of the fairy sword, and the sword was like the wind.

Mo Huaiyun hesitated for a moment, and under the torture of You Yilingguan's eyes, he sighed for the last time and chased out.

As soon as he went out, two evil spirits, one on the left and one on the right, pounced on him.

Mo Huaiyun scolded the fuck and raised his sword to split the two evil spirits in half.

Tong Yao was so frightened by his swearing that she trembled, if you fight, you fight, can you not swear?!

The evil spirits that Zimo has summoned seem to be numerous, but they are not beaten.

The six of them joined forces to force these evil spirits to a corner of the coaching field, and then, with all their might, strangled them.

After a bitter battle, except for Zimo, the other evil spirits have all been wiped out.

Mo Huaiyun held the long sword and barely stood up.

Since he took over the position of head of the family, the world has been peaceful for hundreds of years, and there is no chance for him to fight a group of evil spirits for 300 rounds so freely.

But after a battle, I also knew that I was far less energetic than I imagined.

There is still a gap between the practice on the coaching field and the actual combat with real guns.

He looked around, and those disciples who had not been sucked into their spiritual sense did not know when they had joined the battle just now.

I only heard one disciple say: "I, I never thought that in my lifetime, I could actually kill real evil spirits!" ”

The other panted: "What are you talking about?" What we killed on the coaching field is also a real evil spirit! ”

Another opening: "Compared with the wild ones, the ones we raise don't look like real ......"

Mo Huaiyun's eyes were also straight, and his face was pale: "Son, Mo." ”

He called Zimo's name, but he didn't know what to say.

Zimo was one against six, leaning against the wall with an irregular appearance, secretly pranayama, trying to stabilize the stable operation of his inner spiritual sense.

"Give up."

Xu felt what else he wanted to do, and Murong Xi said:

"You have half of your spiritual consciousness in the Qiankun bag, and no matter what you do, you can't have the same power as a complete you. Moreover, you can't take away half of your remaining spiritual consciousness from me. ”

One of them is still full of energy, and the other can only stand against the wall, whether it is an opponent or not, you can tell at a glance.

Zimo smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect it, but I still lost." You are immortals, you are really powerful. ”

"That's nature. Otherwise, how can he be the master of the Three Realms? ”

The only one who maintained his demeanor on the scene was the wandering spirit officer who stood on the sidelines and watched the battle without any help:

"Disarming and surrendering is your wisest choice now!"

Everyone, including Zimo, glared at You Yiling Officer with disdain:

You are watching the excitement, you didn't make a move just now, and now you don't want to speak!

You Yiling Officer did not resonate, and he was very hurt inside.

"Do you want to be caught, or I'll help you." Murong Xi's voice was calm: "You choose." ”

No matter which one you choose, the final result will be ashes.

Zimo also knew that he had no other choice, but he was very open-minded, his eyes were fixed on the Qiankun bag on Murong Xi's waist, and he said:

"Actually, as early as the first day I woke up, I knew my end.

Nothing evil lasts long, it's just that the time has not yet come.

Now that I have broken the seal of Huangquan Kingdom, I can be regarded as doing something, no matter what happens to Luo Yang in the future, at least, I have not come to this world in vain. ”