"Yi Jun!" Han Wu stretched out his hand and shook it with Yi Jun, and the next moment, the two of them knew the changes between each other's dantian qi at the same time, looked at each other, and then nodded excitedly.

"Senior Sister Ling'er is amazing, she really didn't mean to harm us!" Han Wu said.

Yi Jun nodded, in fact, since Ning Gen, he had never hated Yue Ling'er at all, but if he wanted to be grateful, he still needed time to confirm some things.

"Don't talk about this again, Han Wu, I'm afraid it will be another fierce battle later. Yi Jun ignored what Han Wu said, raised his head too much, and looked into the distance through the dense rain curtain.

In his sight, dozens of spiritual priests holding bouquets of orchids appeared, different from the one that Sima Suyi was holding before, the bouquets in the hands of these people were much thicker, each bouquet was two or three meters long, and the petals on it were even more huge, exuding a chilling aura from afar.

Han Wu followed Yi Jun's gaze and looked forward, he also saw those people, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink - these people didn't know how many people they had killed who were also holding the Orchid Bouquet to make the Orchid Bouquet in their hands so huge.

"Is that the Orchid King?" Sima Suyi also saw it, and his face turned pale.

However, neither Yi Jun nor Han Wu, nor He Jin, who was jubilantly fighting with the thorn grass and the naturally growing thorn grass around him, did not answer him.

"We must move forward, this battle is inevitable. Yi Jun spoke, followed by the big stick in his hand, and countless thorn grasses attacking them turned into powder.

He strode forward.

Behind, He Jin and Sima Suyi, who were protected, did not dare to slack off, and followed Yi Jun forward, while Han Wu resisted the thorny grass that flew over with him in the back.

As he continued to walk, Sima Suyi exclaimed again: "The rain ahead seems to be lighter. ”

Hearing this, Han Wu couldn't help but pout, and a look of disdain was evident on his face.

............

......Liao Chongguang, Ye Guochang, and Xie Sanyang stood in a triangle, behind them were a dozen or so teachers of the Holy Church, and in the middle were some students of the Holy Church.

This is all the spirits in this illusion who are more with the three elders of the Holy Church, and the total number is about a few dozen.

They were lucky, as they were able to quickly find one or two of the three Templars when the illusions collided with each other, and then they were led by each of them and joined together.

However, when the wind blew and the dense raindrops fell wildly in the sky, many of them were still injured by the thorny grass that suddenly grew stronger, and more than thirty Templar students were killed on the spot, and now forty or fifty others were injured to varying degrees.

At this time, the three elders of the Templar had already fought hard, and they stood on the outskirts of the students and teachings, resisting the attacks of the thorny grasses that were getting stronger and stronger, fighting and retreating.

Fortunately, the three of them have been together in the Sanctuary for a long time, and the spiritual power array has cooperated very tacitly, once they adapt to this attack method of the thorn grass, they will quickly stabilize their position, and those thorn grasses will soon be unable to cause harm to everyone under the joint suppression of the three peak spirit masters of the four realms.

The spiritual weapons of the three of them are also very special, Xie Sanyang's is a wooden fish-like spiritual weapon, Liao Chongguang's is a mirror, as for Ye Guochang, he does not have any spiritual weapons in his hands, but there is constantly yellow light emitting from his body, as those thorn grasses shatter the green shirt on his body, a whole body armor radiating yellow light is revealed.

These three spiritual weapons were exactly the same as the three spiritual weapons in the courtyard of the first generation of saints, but all those who studied in the temple knew that they were not the three spiritual weapons of the first generation of saints, but the three elders imitated them based on those three spiritual weapons.

However, Rao is like this, the three spiritual weapons are still exerted by three people and still exert extraordinary power.

The thorn grass swept in front of everyone, and the armor light on Ye Guochang's old spirit warrior suddenly bloomed, and all the spirit priests were protected by this light, and the powerful thorn grass hit it like tickling.

Xie Sanyang's wooden fish struck, and those originally extremely tough thorn grasses suddenly withered, and the Dao spiritual power inside flew out of those thorn grasses like dust.

At this time, Liao Chongguang's mirror-like spiritual weapon shone through, and everywhere he went, those scattered spiritual qi were suddenly captured by the light radiating from the mirror, and one by one flew into the mirror like a stream of water being absorbed.

As these rays of light entered the mirror, the spiritual power that the three Templars had rapidly consumed was quickly replenished.

However, Rao was so, and the three Templars still felt a powerful crisis.

"We can't get entangled with these thorns, these things seem to be inexhaustible. The mirror in Liao Chongguang's hand had already absorbed the spiritual power of tens of thousands of thorn grasses, but he did not find that there were fewer thorn grasses around him, but more and more as the rain became heavier and heavier, he raised his head and quickly found a way out.

Xie Sanyang and Ye Guochang also raised their heads and followed his gaze to look forward, and sure enough, the rain thousands of meters away was obviously lighter than here.

"Anyway, go to a place where there is little rain and little thorn grass. Ye Guochang and Xie Sanyang agreed with Liao Chongguang's opinion and nodded their heads.

The next moment, they escorted the people forward.

............

"Senior brother, you can go, leave us alone. In another place, in the pouring rain, the Great Liao Jing Sword Pavilion Three Realms Spirit Scholar Lin Shan split a thorn grass that was attacking him, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood again, he turned his head to Han Tingzhen, who was still struggling to chop beside him, as if he was crazy.

In this small area, only the strongest Lin Sui, Lin Shan, and Lin Yan were left among the more than thirty students of the Jingjian Pavilion, and the rest were all attacked and killed by the thorn grass.

And Han Tingzhen, who was desperately protecting them, had already become a bloody man at this time, and he didn't know how many thorn grasses he had been drawn on, and the spirit weapon long knife was flickering, and he was in danger of dissipating at any time.

"Poof-" Han Tingzhen's long knife cut through a few thorny grasses that were attacking them again, and then, he turned around and slapped Lin Shan, who had just spoken.

"What kind of? You don't inquire about Lao Tzu's personality, on the battlefield, when did Lao Tzu abandon his brother and run away alone? Even if you die, Lao Tzu will take your corpse with you. As Han Tingzhen spoke, a light flashed in the palm of his hand, and a white shell flew out from there, suddenly embedded in the spirit weapon long knife in his hand.

The long knife that had already begun to flicker suddenly shone brightly, and the next moment, dozens of thorn grasses that rushed towards them were suddenly cut off by the light of the long knife and turned into powder. (To be continued.) )