Seeing Tang Xian fall to the ground, Dian Shaoqing's face was hideous, he gritted his steel teeth fiercely, and shouted: "Tang Xian!"

A pair of halberds burst out with strong internal force and slashed at the leader.

But Li Chaoyang had a smile in the corner of his eyes, and he chose to protect himself and retreated to safety with the mountain tiger.

Looking at the demon beast's tooth-like halberd, the leader did not choose to fight hard, but flashed back, the iron bucket array closed and shrank again, and several eight-rank martial artists crossed Tang Xian's body, concentrated their strength, and met it.

After the blow, Dian Shaoqing returned again in vain.

The smile in the leader's eyes deepened.

In the face of the two seven-rank martial artists, the leader was very sensible, and did not choose to use the advantage of numbers to fight with them, but continued to use the iron bucket array, trying to carry out attrition tactics against Dian Shaoqing and Li Chaoyang.

With such gradual consumption, I am afraid that it will not take a moment and a half of effort, and the inside of the two will be exhausted, and at that time, the two will be like live fish on the board, and it is only a matter of time before they die.

As for the reinforcements, the leader was not worried at all, because as a dead soldier, after taking this task, he didn't think about leaving alive, after all, not everyone had the strength of the eunuch Han Hu.

Although Dian Shaoqing was concerned about Tang Xian, a pair of tiger eyes were still staring at the approaching iron bucket array.

Now the enemy is obviously using attrition tactics, and the only seventh-rank martial artist is also hiding in the formation, trying to use those eight-rank martial artists to contain them, trying to inadvertently give himself a fatal blow.

Therefore, those eight-rank martial artists are the core of this iron bucket array!

As long as those eighth-rank martial artists are killed, the remaining nine-rank and leaders will not be able to maintain the iron bucket formation at all.

Having made up his mind, Dian Shaoqing's eyes were fierce, and he whispered to Li Chaoyang on the side: "Li Chaoyang, you cowardly thing, if you really want to live, you must join forces with me! Otherwise, I will kill you first!"

Li Chaoyang's eyes were uncertain, and he flickered for a moment, and finally replied: "Okay!"

As soon as the words fell, Dian Shaoqing's eyes had already locked on the leader hidden in the iron bucket array, and the two halberds flashed again, bursting towards the leader.

At the same time, Li Chaoyang no longer hid his strength, and had a heart-to-heart with the mountain tiger, running towards those eight-rank martial artists.

"Whew!" because of Li Chaoyang's timidity and avoidance of the battle before, the mountain tiger accumulated countless anger, and at this time he was finally able to attack with all his strength, his body was full of demonic energy, his hair exploded, and the word "Wang" on his forehead looked particularly hideous.

In the face of several spears, the flexible body of the mountain tiger demon beast was erratic, and in a moment's effort, it actually dodged all the attacks!

Sharp claws, sharp teeth, and whip tails all came out, and the powerful explosion made it impossible for a few lower eight-rank martial artists to resist!

Under the blow, those eight-rank martial artists scattered like locusts.

Seeing this, Dian Shaoqing, who was restraining the leader on the other side, roared: "Take the opportunity to kill them!"

Li Chaoyang, as a martial artist of the lower seventh grade, even without the help of the mountain tiger, was still strong, and when he saw the opportunity, he immediately flashed his body and rushed towards the several eight-rank martial artists who were exhausted.

But how could the cooperating Jin Zhen clan dead soldier let him get his wish?

I saw that the few people who retreated immediately held the spear in their hands, and all the internal force hit the spear, and threw it at Li Chaoyang.

And the two black-clothed men who had been preserving their strength appeared again, with extremely fast steps under their feet, followed by the spear, holding a big knife, and rushed towards Li Chaoyang.

The sharp spear glowed with a faint blue glow, radiating the glow of death.

Faced with these quenched spears, plus the desperate attack of the two eight-rank martial artists, Li Chaoyang hesitated.

At this moment, Li Chaoyang's eyes swept to Tang Xian, who was lying on the ground outside the iron bucket array, and a trace of fear flashed in Li Chaoyang's eyes.

You must know that under normal circumstances, not to mention a few eighth-rank martial artists, even if it is two seventh-rank martial artists, Li Chaoyang can kill them as long as he cooperates with the mountain tiger.

But in the face of the poison that sealed his throat with blood, Li Chaoyang didn't dare to take the risk at all!

Li Chaoyang immediately had a judgment and decisively retreated backwards, avoiding the attack of the two men in black who were in the eighth grade.

"Fuck! you shit!" Dian Shaoqing scolded angrily.

The five lower eight-rank and two upper eight-grade black-clothed men once again revitalized the entire iron bucket array, and Li Chaoyang and Dian Shaoqing played around.

But at this moment, another mutation suddenly occurred!

I saw that Tang Xian, who had died, actually catapulted up from the ground at the moment when Li Chaoyang retreated, and rushed towards the eighth-rank martial artists in the iron bucket array.

While sprinting, Tang Xian reached into his arms and took out an object, which was the demon pill of the ox-horned leopard!

"Quack!" Tang Xian directly stuffed the demon pill into his mouth, biting it and swallowing it into his stomach.

Almost at the moment when the demon pill had just entered his stomach, Tang Xian immediately felt that intense energy like a storm burst out from the dantian, sweeping through Tang Xian's limbs and hundreds of remains!

With a backhand mention, Tang Xian pulled out a spear stuck in the ground, and the sea in his body ran like a mountain and a sea, catering to the explosive energy, and raising the strength on his arm to the extreme!

"Whoosh!"

The sound of a spear slashing across the sky was extremely poignant!

Tang Xian threw out his spear with all his strength and shot it towards the retreating few eight-rank martial artists, and at the same time burst into his mouth: "Death to Lao Tzu!"

That roar, full of fighting spirit, was like a thunderbolt in a sunny day, directly shocking the heart of the man in black.

Obviously poisoned, how can he stand up again, like no one else?

In just a few moments, his strength has improved so quickly, how did he do it?

This person didn't have the slightest internal force in his body, how could he burst out with such a powerful energy?

But these questions are probably buried in the hearts of the people in black forever, because the spear is extremely fast, the angle is extremely tricky, and Tang Xian is sneaking attack from behind, so that the people in black have no time to react at this moment.

At the moment when the spear flew out, the five black-clothed people of the eighth rank were exactly lined up in a straight line, without half a point of defense.

After the spear pierced the chest of the first person, its strength did not weaken for half a minute, like a fierce ghost who did not stop until it reached its goal, and passed through the other four people in turn, bringing out bright blood.

This spear, except for the first person after piercing the chest, scratched the other four people's right shoulder, left arm, calf, and lower abdomen.

One Wear Five!

One fell to the ground, and the other four fell to the ground, panting and frightened.

At this time, the leader looked at Tang Xian and said hatefully: "I didn't expect the poison to be adulterated, it seems that the people of Dahong are indeed not credible!"

With the spear just now, the leader was very sure that he had stabbed Tang Xian, as long as the poison was true, then Tang Xian would die. So there is only one possibility, and that is that the poison is fake!

Faced with the situation of one dead and four wounded, at this time, the leader was already eager to slash two more knives on the corpse of the wild Taoist priest.

Tang Xian listened to the leader's words, his mouth and nose were panting with white breath, his eyes were red, shining with strong battle intent, and he smiled sharply:

"Hehe, it's a pity...... The poison is real!"

After that, Tang Xian learned the gesture of the leader just now, waved his finger lightly in the air, and said, "Die...... Trash fish!"

Suddenly, the four injured men in black fell to the ground!

Die!