"Why is the gas engine downstairs so disordered?"

Lao Dao, who was sitting under the two flagpoles at the top of the main building, frowned and muttered to himself, his body moved slightly, but he stopped it.

High-level martial artists can't release their internal qi like a palace, but they can form a protective aura on the surface of their bodies. The aura of these thirty-six martial artists was connected to each other, forming a precise net. And Yu Canghai's true qi is fierce and fierce, although it can't break this net, it is like a big stone hitting the wall, and the combined aura of the martial artists is loosened a lot.

It just so happened that the cultivation in Canghai was the "Five Thunder Heavenly Body Formula", although it did not lead to the Nine Heavens Thunder, the electric light and thunder qi still gathered some, and fused the true qi scattered by the two sides in the collision and cutting with the wisps of heaven and earth vitality, just like stewed into a pot of perfect tonic soup, and sent it into the mouth of someone who hung on the curtain wall of the third floor of the main building of the research institute like a rag doll.

True Qi collided and dispersed, it was normal, and the martial artists and Canghai didn't notice the abnormality at the beginning. But as the battle continued, he gradually felt weak, and his true qi seemed to be drained. In the process of the battle, how could I have time to think too much, I thought it was the other party's ghost, and I became more and more brave to force out the remaining energy, and fought hard.

As time passed, the gluttonous appetite on the third floor became bigger and bigger, and the balance of power became more and more disparity, and in the end, it was the long whale that sucked up the water and swallowed the remaining true qi in the square in one gulp.

The scarlet carpet of the square crumbled into powder, velvet curled up, but suddenly collapsed inward, as if it were raining red one after another.

The rain dissipated, and everyone in the Nanhai faction saw that Yu Canghai and the thirty-six martial artists had all turned into clay sculptures, maintaining a posture of hitting or dodging, motionless. After the master detected it with a qi machine, he exclaimed: "Their skills are all lost!"

Seeing this situation, Nanxing gave an order and attacked!

This time, the outer gate did not dare to disobey the order. The first is that the situation of the boss seems to be not good, and the second is that the opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Immediately, only two Qi Refining Three-Layer Protectors were left to protect Nanxing, and the six people from the headquarters led ten cultivators from Nanyue to pour out of the nest. A total of 39 martial artists from the 6th and 7th platoons remained in place, 27 of whom stepped forward to meet the enemy, but 12 of them hurriedly carried their brothers back to the building.

On the high marble pillar at the entrance of the research institute, a young Taoist priest stood at some point, sneering at the scene of chaos on the front lawn of the main building, and brought a jade flute close to his lips.

Long Jiu hurriedly ran up to the fourth floor, but saw that in front of the stairs leading to the top floor, the two of them stretched out their hands to stop them.

"I'm in a hurry!"

"It's not okay if it's urgent, you need the approval of Butterfly Dance or President Long to go up!" The two recognized him as Long Chen's cousin and smiled apologetically.

Fortunately, Long Chen's office was facing the staircase, and the door was open. Long Jiu took a breath and turned around to see Butterfly Dance walking out of the door.

"Let Captain Long Jiu go up ......"

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Wait, I'll go up too." ”

Butterfly Dance considered that Long Jiu's fluted head blue bumped into the person on the roof of the building, but he was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he had to come forward himself. In addition to directing tonight's battle, she must not leave Longchen for a moment to ensure his arrangement. But right now, there are several masters in the house, such as Hua Rong, Li Tie, and Hu Xiangzi, and they must be fine.

In peacetime, no one has been baptized by war. Who would have thought that in the rapidly changing war situation, a few seconds of delay in the command system would become an irreparable mistake.

At this time, Long Wu also ran over against a bundle of strips of cloth. In a hurry, he did not find the rope, so he tore off the curtain and connected it, and pulled out a large knot at the end, like the hydrangea ribbon worn by the bridegroom.

The two brothers of Long Wu and Long Jiu pushed open the iron door on the roof of the building with Butterfly Dance, and immediately saw an unknown old Taoist sitting on the platform under the flagpole, whose breath was not weaker than that of Long Tian, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan.

Butterfly Dance seemed to have expected this, and the powerful aura blocked the space around the brothers, pressing their true qi back into their bodies, but she walked up to Lao Dao, smiled sweetly, and greeted: "Mr. Duanmu, you are old!"

Duanmu Lao Dao snorted coldly and said, "It's nothing, I have an enmity with the South China Sea faction." However, I only promised to help you block Yunfei and Chifengzi for a while, and as soon as Jiang Songzi arrives, I will definitely leave. Longchen boy, don't forget to promise. ”

"Please rest assured, "Bright World" is a promise. ”

Long Wu and Long Jiu glanced at each other, ignored the two of them, and hurriedly ran to the stainless steel fence.

I saw that the thirty-six martial artists in Qianping were still fighting in the Canghai, and Man Jianghong hung motionless outside the third floor, throwing down the strip of cloth, and there was no reaction when the "hydrangea" touched his face, but there was a surprise cry from Bing Ling and Wang Jing from the third floor.

The two brothers discussed it briefly, and decided that Long Jiu would climb down first and bind Man Jianghong with a strip of cloth, and then grab the guardrail with one hand and lift it with the other, while Long Wu pulled on it.

Butterfly Dance waited for a while, and when she saw that Lao Dao was no longer silent, she pursed her lips, moved her lotus steps, and walked to the guardrail.

The square suddenly exploded, shouts erupted, and there was a mournful sound of the flute, like a complaint, tactfully low, making people unable to lift their strength.

The old road that was sitting cross-legged jumped up, swept to the edge of the building, stepped on the guardrail and jumped out of the building, rose to a very high place, opened a big umbrella, and flew to the courtyard gate.

The stainless steel guardrail "clucked" and bent, and the butterfly dance arrived, and when he saw the situation downstairs, he quickly took out a whistle and blew it, and only dropped a sentence to the two brothers, "You save Jiang Hong!" in a flash, and returned to the entrance of the roof.

I saw that with the sound of the flute, the martial artists in the square all stiffened in an instant, and they were cut in half by the Nanhai faction. The rest of the people resisted mechanically, but they couldn't form a formation or unite their aura, and they saw that they were also slaughtered.

"Yunfei Xiaoer, you Duanmu Daoye is here!"

The yellow-brown oil-paper umbrella in the sky was stretched out like a lid, spinning like a wheel, floating towards the marble pillar at the courtyard gate.

Yun Fei at the top of the pillar didn't make a sound, and with a long flute, several wisps of tranquil aura shot into the air like sharp arrows, but they were blocked by the suddenly bright umbrella surface, without losing a single bit.

When he saw this, he didn't love war, and he flew down, like a fairy. The old wooden road turned at a ninety-degree right angle in the air, and the goshawk pounced like a mouse.

The two of them were as fast as streamers, and crashed through the wall into a small building on the front lawn of the square. Only a muffled explosion was heard, bricks and sawdust flew, and the building cracked and collapsed.

A figure flew out of the smoke and dust, swept crookedly across the wall of the same courtyard as the flower bed, and roared hoarsely: "The rabbit cubs of the South China Sea faction, dare to plot against the Taoist master, see one to kill one in the future, see one to kill one pair!"

A green robe floated out of the ruins, one hand on his chest, coughing repeatedly, and even the jade flute was gone.

This series of events followed one after another, and it was dizzying.

After the whistle sounded, ten people rushed out of the main building of the research institute, all wearing tight-fitting soft armor with silver-white fine fish scales shining with metallic glow, wearing shining silver helmets, and only two crystals inlaid in their eyes. At this time, Duanmu Lao Dao was still in the air, and the sound of resentment was still circling in the square, but this group of people was not affected, and sharp arrows were inserted into the battle array, and the murderous aura rose to the sky, filling most of the square.

These ten people are all middle-level halls, divided into two columns of geese and walked out, and when all the cultivation was released, it was like a sharp iron plough cutting in, and soon cut off the eighteen people from the outer gate of the Nanhai Sect.

This, this is a god horse, so fierce!

From afar, it's a Saint Seiya, and up close, it's a frogman!

Han Qing shuddered and moved back a little more, and when he turned his head, there were only seven or eight remaining martial artists left in Liangyue who were still sitting in place and sifting chaff, and the clever ones had already fled along the seaside.

Damn, there is no righteousness!

Gotta hurry up and find a chance to slip away, this place is so horrible, so cruel!

There was another scuffle, and more than 20 martial artists helped their wounded comrades back to the building. The momentum of the ten halls was like a rainbow, forcing the Nanhai faction to retreat, and at this time, the stretcher team quickly ran out of the building, and their own seriously injured or dead were carried away.

The viscous blood spread a thick layer on the square, and the smell was sky-high!

However, this time, the South China Sea sent the outer gate headquarters to the elite of the third layer of qi refining, far from being comparable to the North Vietnamese squad that was wiped out, only two of the eight disciples were killed, and the South Vietnamese ten-man team lost more than half.

The ten halls with helmets and armor were not afraid of the attack of their divine senses at all, but under the repeated attacks of the magic weapons, two people were also killed, and one person was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

After risking their lives to snatch back Yu Canghai, the remnants of the Nanhai Sect exchanged a few seconds of quiet confrontation with the "Bright World", only to see the small building behind the side collapse violently, and there was a clear voice, get out of the way!

A clear light suddenly appeared in the field, and it was six young Taoist priests in Tsing Yi who were holding swords in their hands, posing as the six stars of the Southern Dipper. The seven halls also stopped advancing after forcing back from the South Sea Gate, and when they saw this, they immediately flattened the formation, but it turned into the Big Dipper Seven Star Array.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the heavenly machine and the seven kills in the six stars of the Southern Dipper are all four layers of qi refining, leading the remaining four sons to retreat like electricity, and only a few faces will kill the two of them lightly injured The Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, whose formation is sluggish, are defeated and retreated.

The Big Dipper fought and retreated, the Tianshu and Tianxuan in the front resisted to the death, and the Tianquan and Tianji in the rear suddenly plugged in. The six stars of the Southern Dipper thought that the other party would fight to the death, and the offensive was slow, but they saw that the seven stars of the Big Dipper, from the tail, shook the light, Kaiyang, and Yuheng began to retreat, leading the remaining four stars to slip into the building.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Yun Fei's anxious voice suddenly sounded at the scene, bringing out a series of coughs.

Yun Fei was the second core disciple of the Nanhai Sect, and these six inner disciples were led by him, and when they heard this, they immediately stopped attacking. It's just that Tianfu and Tianliang among the six stars are at the forefront, and they have already closed their momentum when they hear the words.

Electric!

Arc light!

Millions of volts of high-voltage electricity poured down from the metal balls of the two flagpoles on the roof.

There was a buzz, and everyone's hair stood on end in the square. The air was pierced, and there was a faint smell of burning.

Tianfu and Tianliang had been electrocuted into charcoal when they were still in the air, and when they fell to the ground, there was a "click" sound, and their hands and feet were separated from their bodies.

"Bright World" and the Nanhai faction fought tonight, and it seems that they have been following some rules, and there has been no hysteria. In the end, with the death of the two disciples of the inner sect of the Nanhai Sect, all the fig leafs were completely torn off.