As Lu Ziye's order was issued, those low-level disciples who were standing not far behind the five of them to form another layer of encirclement immediately took action, automatically divided into five teams, and quickly converged behind Lu Ziye and the others, forming a long line, and then the people behind put their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them, and discharged a long humanoid centipede. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After lining up, as a low roar sounded, everyone's spiritual power churned, using their arms as the medium, transmitting the spiritual power from the arms to the body of the person in front of them, gathering the spiritual power of the person in front of them, and then transmitting it to the body of the person in front of the person after becoming stronger, and the spiritual power increased and increased, growing stronger and stronger.

Compared with the five old guys in front of them, the individual strength of these disciples is not high, but their crowd base is large, and they can naturally achieve a climate when they accumulate a lot, and when they are gathered in the body of the person at the front, if they are judged purely by spiritual power, they are not lower than the so-called elder in front of them, and then the palms of the disciple at the front are transmitted to the body of the elder in front of them.

After the spiritual power of the group of disciples behind him was gathered in the body, the spiritual power in the body of the big bull who was presiding over the black turbid mist reached an unprecedented height, and after the token was injected into their bodies, the turbid mist in front of them shook suddenly, and the fog that was somewhat lacking in confidence immediately came to the spirit, and after making a light sound, it drummed outward again, and the volume increased by a few points, and rolled outward, and the cloud released to Zhao Da covered with flames.

When the turbid mist covered the blood mist, the blood mist made a "whirring" sound, and then the blazing white flame in the outermost circle shook a few times, and then became dim, as if it might be extinguished at any time.

At the same time, Zhao Da's face changed suddenly, from abnormal red to pale, his mouth opened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person's spirit became sluggish.

As the blood spurted out, the blood mist in front of him suddenly shrank inward, and the volume was a full circle smaller, and the flames on the periphery became no longer so clear, rapidly transforming towards translucency, but in a few seconds, the flames had become almost transparent, and the fire had also converged within a few hours, and the speed of the whirlpool behind Zhao had also slowed down, and the suction force on it had quickly subsided.

"What are you doing there, don't you hurry up and help, if a few of us can hang up, none of you will be spared, don't you understand the truth that there are no eggs under the nest?"

A trace of bad feeling just came to Chen Wei's heart, and the green tendons on his forehead flared up, and Xu Sansan, who was trying his best to transmit spiritual power to Zhao Da, squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

Hearing Xu San's words, Lin Yang, Mo Hong and the others woke up like a dream, and walked to the backs of Pan Yingju and Xu San respectively without a sound, and when they walked behind the two, they each stretched out their palms and pushed behind the backs of the two, and even Lin Jie, who had never shown herself in front of people, gritted her teeth, walked to Mo Hong's side in steps, and stood in a row with her.

When several people walked behind Xu San, Pan Yingju and the others, a bold thought rose in Chen Wei's heart: No matter how thick and large the turbid black fog in front of him was, in the end, it was still the one who was cast a spell to appear, if he could seriously injure or even kill the person who presided over the fog, then wouldn't that black fog be self-defeating?

And now the disciples over there are all supporting that black mist, if they make a move, the chance of success will of course increase exponentially!

As soon as this thought came to mind, Chen Wei immediately made a decision, his eyes were shining, he tightened the short blade in his hand, and walked behind Xu San with a calm face.

While constantly transmitting spiritual power to the black air mass in front of him, Lu Ziye's eyes were also observing the movements of everyone on the opposite side through the mist, and when Chen Wei hesitated, there was also a trace of doubt in his eyes, and when he saw Chen Wei walking behind Xu San, the doubts in his heart disappeared, and he closed his eyes again, and continuously transmitted the spiritual power to the token in his hand.

As his footsteps fell, his spiritual sea churned, and his spiritual power continued to surge in the spiritual sea, and when he walked behind Xu San and there was still an arm's length away, the spiritual power had already galloped to the extreme, spinning in the spiritual sea, constantly whistling.

When his feet stepped on the ground, the spiritual power in his body had reached its peak, his head was quickly raised, and his arm was rapidly swung forward, and the direction of the swing was not Lu Ziye, the most powerful among them, but the one he thought was the weakest among them.

There was a muffled "buzz", and a faint light flashed on the short blade the size of a finger, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared from the palm of his hand, turning into an extremely vague shadow, and with a sharp whistling sound, it flew quickly towards the person he recognized.

At the beginning, the speed of the spirit weapon was extremely fast, but as soon as it entered the turbid black mist, the short blade immediately became sluggish, and Chen Wei couldn't help but widen his eyes, gathering all his strength to continuously urge the short blade again.

But his cultivation is limited after all, even if he pushes the spiritual power to the extreme, the speed of the spiritual weapon still hasn't changed much, and when it reaches the person he recognizes, it has slowed down to an outrageous level.

"Stupid!"

Just as his spiritual weapon slowly approached the man's chest, the man suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the slowly attacking spiritual weapon on his chest, and then looked at Chen Wei through the mist in front of him, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he cursed in a low voice, and then leisurely stretched out his finger and pinched it on the mini short blade.

"Great!"

Seeing that the man's finger was about to fall on the short blade, Chen Wei had a bad feeling in his heart, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, his brows furrowed, he pinched an extremely strange finger in his hand, his lips rolled up and down a few times, and then let out a low roar.

At the same time as the low roar was heard, the short blade connected to his mind immediately reacted, and trembled all over, suddenly thickening and lengthening, and the sharp tip of the blade that was scattered in the light of the light pushed forward, reaching the man's chest in the blink of an eye, and then it flashed into his clothes, and then pierced through his flesh and pierced his heart.

When the sharp tip pierced the flesh, the sarcasm in the man's eyes disappeared instantly, and the fingers that were still falling slowly were stunned in the air, and then stopped in the air, let out a miserable scream, his face changed several times, and the brilliance on the token on the other hand also shook, and finally became dim.

Because it was the dominant force that dominated the black mist in front of him, the entire turbid spiritual power became unstable after being stabbed.

Zhao Da's eyes flashed with surprise and joy, and the spiritual power in his body was once again pushed to the extreme, and the blood mist floating in front of him rose sharply again, counterattacking towards the turbid black mist that was connected with him. (To be continued.) )