Chapter 551: The Right Protector of the Burial Heaven Sect
Xia Qian held a gun in his right hand, and said: "Wen Shaoxia, rest assured, many masters of my Three Realms Gate are on the way, and they will definitely protect the safety of this Heavenly Martial Kingdom."
Wen Qingye nodded and said, "There is the master of the Laoxia Gate."
Xia Qianhe smiled and said: "Don't get in the way, my Three Realms Gate and the Burial Heaven Sect also have a common hatred, and this time I came not all for Wen Shaoxia alone."
The last purple-shirted old man in the distance was not Gao Changtian's opponent in the first place, plus the black-shirted old man and Zhang Da died one after another, and his heart was even more chaotic, and the moves in his hands were messy a lot.
"Tear up!"
Gao Changtian's sword stabbed directly into the arm of the purple-shirted old man, and the blood rushed out, which immediately calmed the purple-shirted old man a lot.
"If you can't run, then you will fight to the death!"
After the purple-shirted old man figured it out, the moves in his hand were a little more powerful than Fang Cai, and it was a way of fighting with his life.
For a while, the battle between the two continued to heat up.
Sima Feng covered his chest and walked to Wen Qingye's side, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect your current strength to have grown to such a point."
Wen Qingye smiled slightly and said, "Your injuries are okay, they came very quickly."
Sima Feng shook his head and said, "It's okay, I explored a tomb this time, and I planned to go in to seek some opportunities, but after receiving your information, I immediately rushed over."
Wen Qingye looked at Sima Feng, his eyes flashed, and Ziwei Doushu began to hover in his heart and calculate.
Hazy!?
That tomb is not simple, it has made Sima Feng's aura change a lot.
Wen Qingye was puzzled: "Where is the tomb?"
Sima Feng replied: "Mobei! It is said that it is a tomb left by a great power."
Wen Qingye said with a smile: "Be careful, this is the biggest opportunity in your life."
"Oh?"
When Sima Feng heard Wen Qingye's words, he couldn't help laughing, and he didn't deliberately ask why.
The two looked at the sky at the same time, the two of them fighting.
"Want to go?"
And at this time, the crowd, tens of thousands of Burial Heaven Sect members rushed towards the distance one after another, and the speed was so fast that it felt like the tide was ebbing.
As soon as the black spear in Xia Qianhe's hand moved, the boundless vitality swept away, and he directly killed the sect members of the Burial Heaven Sect with one shot.
When the sect members of the Burial Heaven Sect saw Xia Qianhe exerting great might, the fear in their hearts could not be contained, and they ran towards the rear frantically one by one.
Seeing this, the masters of the Liuyun Sect also rushed towards the disciples of the Burial Heaven Sect one by one.
A killing intent appeared in Sima Feng's eyes, and he said slowly: "These sect members, their hands are stained with the blood of ordinary people, their hearts have been assimilated by the darkness, and they are extremely fanatical, even if they go around them, it is useless, don't be merciful, just kill them."
After he finished speaking, his body rushed directly towards the Burial Heaven Sect members below who wanted to escape, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of people were directly cut in half by the sword that he spit out between his daggers.
Wen Qingye watched Sima Feng rush in, his eyes indifferently looking at the killing below.
"Early night!"
Ling Wei got rid of Ling Jiao, Cheng Yu's support, and wanted to step forward.
"Wait!"
Wen Qingye suddenly, with a step on his feet, his body rushed directly to the front.
Xia Qianhe also took a shot at the spear in his hand, and his eyes looked at the same place as Wen Qingye.
I saw that in the sky, several figures flew in, and the breath of those people was extremely powerful, vertical and horizontal, flying through the air, leaving countless explosions of sound.
"Xia Qianhe, you are looking for death!"
The first person saw the spear in Xia Qianhe's hand, and couldn't help but shout angrily.
"It's coming, it's coming" "The master of my Burial Heaven Sect is here"
When the Burial Heaven Sect members saw the people coming, they all showed surprise on their faces, and then ran towards those people one by one.
When Sima Feng saw it, his brows froze, and he hurriedly jumped out of the crowd.
The purple-shirted old man saw the person coming at this moment, and couldn't help but be ecstatic in his heart, "Right protector, right protector, come and save me."
Right Dharma Protector?
Wen Qingye couldn't help but look over, and there was also a solemn look between his eyebrows.
It was at this moment that the purple-shirted old man finally revealed his flaws, Gao Changtian finally found an opportunity, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at the purple-shirted old man in front of him, and the sharp breath made the purple-shirted old man pull back in an instant.
The purple-shirted old man's vitality pushed forward violently, and suddenly a vitality shield blocked in front of him.
"Your life is over!"
Bang!
The old man in the purple shirt was complacent about blocking the sword, when he saw a huge ruler appear in the sky, and there were clouds and smoke around the giant ruler, and the breath was ethereal.
"Flowing Cloud Ruler!"
"No!" the purple-shirted old man roared as he looked at the giant ruler above and cracked the corners of his eyes.
Bang!
The huge ruler pressed down like a mountain, blocking the sky on that side.
I saw the old man in purple shirt fall heavily to the ground, deeply sunk into the ground, and the body of the old man in purple shirt extended countless arm-sized cracks around him.
"Bastard!"
The Burial Heaven Sect Protector, who was rushing quickly, couldn't help but feel angry when he saw the body of the purple-shirted old man.
Xia Qianhe walked out slowly, laughing and said, "Zhou Kongkong, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect you to be willing to degenerate and become the right protector of the Burial Heaven Sect."
Zhou Kongkong, the right protector of the Burial Heaven Sect, had low eyes, and the masters of the Burial Heaven Sect behind him all looked like they were facing a great enemy.
These are all masters at the level of the hall master, and their cultivation is quite profound, at least they are the cultivation of the first heaven of life and death, and many of them are the cultivation of the second heaven of life and death, or the cultivation of the third heaven.
Gao Changtian walked to Wen Qingye's side and said slowly: "Zhou Kongkong, this person is an elder of the Wuwei Daoist Sect, and his cultivation is extremely profound, and then I don't know why, he did something to lose his conscience and was driven out of the mountain gate by the Wuwei Daoist Sect, and then took refuge in the Burial Heaven Sect and became the right protector of the Burial Heaven Sect."
Wen Qingye nodded, he naturally had a lot of research on the Burial Heaven Sect, except for the head, the Great Elder, the Holy Maiden, and then the left and right protectors had the highest status, and the person in front of him was an extremely good master of the Burial Heaven Sect.
Zhou Kongkong sneered: "Xia Qianhe, I didn't expect your Three Realms Gate to dare to get along with our Burial Heaven Sect, it seems that your courage is getting bigger and bigger, don't leave Xia Shang to you."
Xia Qianhe laughed and said, "Hahaha, to be honest, I really didn't pay attention to the Burial Heaven Sect, it's just a dog, I stew you sooner or later, eat dog meat"
"Xia Qianhe, you are more kind of than Xia Xiang" Zhou Kongkong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his complexion suddenly changed, and then he shouted: "Let's go"
The surrounding masters of the Burial Heaven Sect were slightly stunned when they heard Zhou Kongkong's words, but they didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately turned around one after another, taking the few Burial Heaven Sect disciples below and running towards the distance.
After a while, it disappeared from everyone's view.
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