At this time, the Northern Rock Barbarian Ancestor Changyu Yin was struggling to get rid of the shackles of the kamikaze wall on him, and stepped into the rich Eastern Spirit that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Although there was a wind and snow in front of him, he knew that beyond the layers of ice peaks, he and his people would eventually reach the fertile land where spring flowers bloomed and all things flourished.

He rolled his eyes and saw Lian Zimiao appearing in front of him, as well as the weapon in his hand, and a sinister smile appeared on his cheeks.

As soon as a smile appeared on his face, Chang Yuyin's figure was ...... by the sword light that rushed to his face Tore!

How so?

The Feng family's disciples all had shocked expressions, and the praise of the divine sword in their mouths also stopped abruptly, although it was great news to kill the Northern Rock Transformation God with one blow, but it was so easy, it seemed that something was wrong.

Different from the expressions of ordinary disciples, the faces of Wan Shui Rong and Yun Chi Ancestor have been tightly crumbling, and the Beiyan Barbarian Ancestor is not stupid, although they launched a surprise attack, but since the 200,000 beast tide was wiped out instantly, they have already sensed the Dongling side, and there is the breath of the arrival of the God Supreme.

In this case, how can you not defend yourself when the wall is broken?

Sure enough, within a second, behind the torn barbarian ancestor, there was another figure exactly the same as before.

This person does not have the sturdy body and rugged appearance of Beiyan Manxiu, on the contrary...... He was short and thin, with some abnormal lameness on his feet. Holding a dragon shin crutch, his fingers are dry like stick insects.

Finished!

It's just a doppelganger, and Lian Zimiao has accumulated the strength for half a day, and it's wasted!

How so?

Lian Zimiao stood in the wind with a solemn face, if the God Slashing Blade only had such a little power, it would not be called God Slashing.

Although the blade is incomplete, it can only be re-transformed into eight sword breaths with a single blow, which collapses between the fingers and returns to the body of the blade, but the power of the super-spiritual weapon is absolutely imaginable by ordinary people!

Sure enough, the sword light passed through Chang Yuyin's doppelganger and continued to move forward, as if there was no waste, and once again with lightning speed, the figure of Chang Yuyin who appeared in front of everyone for the second time was torn apart!

Click, click!

This time, everyone heard the strange sound of broken bones, and at the same time, they also saw the image of blood scattering from under the sword.

He's dead!

It's really dead!

The disciples of the Feng family screamed excitedly!

However, the strange thing is that as the light converged, what fell to the ground from before the breach in the kamikaze wall was nothing more than a huge beast corpse with eyeballs protruding from its sockets!

Damn!

How is it a beast?

What the hell is this?

A second later, Changyuyin's figure stepped out from behind the wall for the third time, and the appearance was exactly the same as the previous two times!

At this moment, it was not only the disciples of the Feng family, the three venerables, and the warriors of the War God Temple who had stunned expressions...... Even Lian Zimiao's expression changed slightly.

But he couldn't control it so much, after all, the blow just now, he slashed out without reservation, and it was very powerful with sword qi!

Boom Boom!

The remnants of the sword power shattered into the heart of the third figure like a bamboo!

The light and shadow distorted, and a piece of paper fell to the earth.

Immediately after, everyone in Dongling was dumbfounded to see the shattering of the magic weapon, the dimming of the array of lights, and the fragmentation of the puppet...... It wasn't until the fifth breath later that the tenth "Long Fish Yin" appeared in front of the kamikaze wall with a limp, which seemed to be a step back in time, and every time he died, he could be reborn.

It's a desperate loop. I want to talk about "Ten Thousand Beasts and Ten Thousand Beasts" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~