The five Jiedan cultivators have their own high and low levels, their own supernatural powers, and their different directions;

Mr. Eight Fingers just blinked, and all five of them were wiped out in an instant, and he didn't even have a chance to be rescued

When they heard the word killing, the three monks who rushed over were just at the casting distance, and the magic weapons in their hands all left their hands, but their bodies suddenly lightened.

The first monk felt that someone had touched his head, the second felt that someone was blowing in his ear, and the third was the funniest because he felt that someone was picking up his clothes.

The three of them didn't have time to react when they saw a strange scene.

It's a strange feeling, as if the body is a bag, and when you are touched, something is forcibly removed, and then you see yourself falling like a stone, completely out of control.

"This is an out-of-body experience!"

The howl was silent, and the black shadow flickered away like smoke, leaving three soulless corpses to fall on the battlefield.

"Shhh

The surrounding monks gasped and were all silenced.

Before people could wake up, the other two monks also came to the end of their lives, and just as they rushed to the top of the wolf warrior's head and the supernatural power was not displayed, a fierce figure suddenly jumped out of the battlefield, jumping into the sky with sticks in both hands.

Hundreds of meters! Who can jump so high! Who can jump so fast!

In the eyes of onlookers, the figure was like a flea magnified countless times, bending and stretching up at a speed unimaginable to human beings, as if an invisible spring was always pushing, soaring hundreds of meters into the air.

"Be careful"

Silent. A monk had not yet really realized what was happening, and a vicious wind was blowing in his face. The Darkiron Stick fell on its head, rapidly enlarged under its terrified and desperate gaze. Before the head, the body, and the tail, the blood rain drifted sideways.

That's a rebellious stick!

That's a stick of rage!

It was a depressing, dull, sweeping thousands of armies, like a broken stick!

It's hard to describe the style of that stick, fast, fast, domineering, heroic, with a sense of overdrawn determination! It seems that he has been patient since the moment he was born, since he has cultivated, waiting for the opportunity to strike this blow.

The shadow of the stick shattered into the air, and the rolling black light gave people a "bright" feeling, and a series of sparks flickered around it, accompanied by a crackling firecracker, as if it were not a weapon. It is a fierce beast that has suppressed its hunger and thirst for countless years, and sends out a roar of nirvana with its life.

For the monk of Jiedan, this stick is too powerful, too wasteful, and too extravagant, even if it is replaced by a primordial old monster, if you can't prepare in advance, you may be seriously injured by this stick, and even be killed.

There was no way to fight back, and in front of the rough-looking iron rod, the monk's talisman and the three-layer spirit shield were like paper paste, and they had no effect.

The stick bearer seems to have calculated even the strength of the counterattack. The body rolled upside down like an eagle and arced gracefully, rushing to the side of another terrified monk before it could escape, and the iron rod danced again.

"I'll fight with you"

Alone, no one can give rescue. The attacked monk fought back as best he could, only to buy himself time to let out a half-sentence wail!

The divine light is scattered, and the magic weapon is destroyed. The sneak attacker's white robe was dyed bright red, and his two shining eyes were full of power. Hurried to the underground battlefield.

Finally, there is no need to hide your strength!

The addition of a martial spirit is undoubtedly a catastrophe for the people and insects in the park who resist. The pace of annihilation has accelerated considerably.

"Tian Gang, you!" a clam elder shouted, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The commander of the dignified East Battalion hid in the crowd and pretended to be an ordinary soldier, could it be that he was just to attack and kill the two Jiedan monks? If this is the case, how many strong people are still hidden in the crowd below.

The old man couldn't believe it, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but think about what would happen if it was himself who rushed out and was attacked by an opponent like Tian Gang unguarded?

What everyone knows is that in terms of the Snow Slope Battle alone, Mr. Eight Fingers' own strength can only be said to be average, but he has several extremely powerful helpers, including at least three body refining masters. At this time, Lord Xiao showed up, where are those people?

Could it be that they are all hiding in these ordinary soldiers, waiting for a sneak attack?

The martial spirit was hidden among thousands of ordinary warriors, and it was not for nothing that he could glimpse the people who had observed, but it was definitely not him, nor was it something that any of the monks present could do. Looking at the Sirius knights galloping below, the old man couldn't help but be a little dazzled, as if they were all Tian Gang, and everyone could storm and kill people "indiscriminately".

The absurd thought made Elder Tu Beng shudder; the opponent was not terrible if he was strong, but he was afraid that the opponent would not be reasonable, and he would not have the demeanor that a superior person should have.

Hundreds of thousands of earth mussels are nothing, and the destruction of the nameless monk is also acceptable, if those people are concentrated here, the earth mussel clan may not face the destruction of some foreign sect, but be uprooted!

Xiao Bazhi really dared to do this? How dare he do this!

"This marshal was ordered to kill the bandits, fellow Daoists, please don't make mistakes!"

Tian Gang's answer was majestic and full of officialdom, and his words always sounded weird. Dressed in ordinary soldier clothes, his body looks like a wild dragon rampage, which makes people see a venting anger. The sound of "Ben Shuai is ordered" was particularly unusual, and it fell into the ears of the Tu Beng Elder at this time, which was particularly gloomy.

He is not comparable to a wolf warrior, his iron-like body is not afraid of counterattacking at all, sweeping a piece of land with a punch, leveling a house with a stick, and within a hundred meters around, no one and no beast can stand.

Crazy wolves can't, let alone those low-level demon worms.

Such a battlefield, such a level of battle, Tian Gang should not have appeared, or it can be said that he is "not qualified" to participate in person. But he didn't care, he didn't care, he didn't want to care, he just wanted to fight, he just wanted to let the iron rod in his hand stain more blood, as if he would die after the war, and he would never have a chance again.

"Whew!"

Tian Gang, who had sent away his temperament, howled wildly at the sky, and the stuffiness that had accumulated for decades was swept away, and he wantonly vented the pride in his chest and the tyrannical desire to kill.

How many years. Since serving as the unlucky commander of Dongying, Tian Gang has lost his strength. had to endure it for decades like his grandson. Usually facing the monks of the Seven Sects, no. It's just those foreign sect masters, who can be poked to death with a finger, Tian Gang didn't dare to let his tone be a little arrogant, so he simply avoided it.

For a warrior, for a commander who is in charge of an army of 100,000 and shoulders the responsibility of guarding half of the city, what kind of bitterness and unbearable humiliation is this. What Tian Gang and Chen Shan have in common is that they can endure and endure until the opportunity comes. Endure until the day when you can unleash the stick in your hand.

"Kill!"

A hurricane wrapped in the body, and the dignified commander of the East Battalion charged forward, slashing and even competing for prey with those ordinary soldiers, and pounced on one opponent after another

"The Shining, you and the others are also involved!"

The red-faced old man didn't care about Tian Gang, but he was shocked by the black shadow, especially when he noticed that the black shadow disappeared into the shadow of Thirteen Lang in a flash, a strange thought flashed in his heart.

Except for the Shining. Who has such a skill in controlling ghosts? Mr. Eight Fingers has only cultivated a little more, how can he command a ghost king of this level! Before he had time to think about it, Lord Xiao, who had killed five people in a row, was in full swing of murderous spirit, and he brazenly opened his mouth with great official authority.

"The official family quells the rebellion. The idle people and others retreated for thirty miles, and since they were already in it, they were not yet captured!"

Surrender willingly?

There is no doubt that Mr. Eight Fingers was infected by Tian Gang's stick. Ignoring the fact that the strength of the Tubang clan has not been damaged, ignoring the hostility contained in the more than ten divine thoughts around him. Directly blew the cowhide into the sky, and also touched the bottom line of the earth clam monk.

"Daring!" roared the Daredevil.

"Presumptuous!" the angry man fumed.

"We are people from outside the world. We are innocent!" the weak-hearted were indignant.

Dozens of monks had different expressions, and most of them looked not at Thirteen Lang, but at the battlefield below that was about to come to an end. There are more than one elder who has brains, and everyone thinks of those hidden masters, so they can't be on guard.

"This official is clear-sighted, and the government will not indiscriminately wronged good people. Guilt or innocence will naturally be understood after review, and if you are not weak-hearted, why should you be so alarmed. ”

Mr. Eight Fingers was ashamed, and Zhenzhen said: "This official wants to remind you, and the Great Elder, this is Zuihou's opportunity." ”

The irrefutable tone, the tone of indifference to the point of panic, and dozens of eyes looking at the figure floating in the sky, they didn't know what to say.

In the silence, the red-faced old man floated forward, met the deep pool-like gaze of Thirteen Lang, and said in a deep voice: "My lord really wants to do this?"

Thirteen Lang looked at him calmly, watched him walk into the casting distance, and asked rhetorically.

"Not convinced?"

Of course not!

The red-faced old man slowly opened his mouth and said, "Today's matter, my lord takes the Tubang clan to establish power?"

Jusan Lang replied honestly, "That's right. ”

The red-faced old man said, "As a great elder, the old man can't help but take care of him. ”

Shisanlang shook his head and said, "It's a pity that you can't afford it. ”

The red-faced old man took a deep breath and said, "In this case, the old man has a proposal. ”

Thirteen Lang was noncommittal and said, "Speak." ”

The red-faced old man said: "The lord personally takes the old man's blow, no matter whether he wins or loses, whether he lives or dies, all the monks of Tumug are at the disposal of the adult." ”

Thirteen Lang looked at him, and then at the dozens of monks who were eyeing him, and did not speak for a while.

There were fluctuations in the more than a dozen divine thoughts around him, and everyone understood that the scene they were waiting for had finally arrived, and what Mr. Eight Fingers was like was about to be revealed in front of everyone.

Unable to wait for a response, the red-faced old man was more sure in his heart, and said with a slight smile: "My lord?"

Thirteen Lang waved his hand lightly and said, "Since you are looking for death by yourself, this official is complete." ”

Stopping the red-faced old man who wanted to speak, Thirteen Lang looked around, let go of his divine sense and lightly touched every divine thought that spied here, his expression was a little sarcastic.

"Take the officer's blow, as long as you can survive, the official will take people away immediately. ”

(To be continued......)