"Boom!"

The sound of the explosion was endless, so that the eyes of the people around the hundred miles were cast on the sky, and at this moment, in the place where the explosion was rolling, a mushroom cloud formed by the convergence of energy slowly rose into the sky. Then there was a shocking earthquake, and an entire palace collapsed, and even several nearby palaces were directly destroyed. Another branch of the Fengqing Pavilion was completely destroyed, and all the people of the branch were killed.

The Holy Heaven Sect poured all the power of the sect, what kind of concept was that. There are four Heavenly Spirit Saints in the Sixteenth Series, and more than 100 masters above the Fifth Heavenly Spirit Emperor in the Fifth Series, which shows that the number of masters above the Heavenly Spirit Emperor has now reached nearly six hundred. Core disciples, at least all of them who came this time were above the Heavenly Spirit Immortal, and the disciples above the Heavenly Spirit Immortal who came over this alone exceeded six million. These six million combat power is not comparable to ordinary giant sects. Ordinary giant sects, although there are tens of millions of formal disciples, but the Heavenly Spirit Immortal or above is afraid that there is not even a million, and the combat power of the masters above the six million Heavenly Spirit Immortal is by no means something that ordinary people can imagine.

The Holy Heaven Sect is not a giant sect now. It is a super sect, whether it is territory, strength, or influence, and it is not inferior to other super sects. Almost all the strength of a super sect can attack a branch of a giant sect without even half an hour.

"There is no branch of the Fengqing Pavilion in front of you, so immediately enter the Wind Forest Valley. "A handsome man whose strength is only in the late stage of the Heavenly Spirit King waved his hand violently, and he actually commanded an army of more than six million masters with hundreds of Heavenly Spirit Emperors and above, this person is the Holy Heavenly Sect after the disguise, and the strength of the Holy Heavenly Sect is also at a disadvantage in this battle, and he really can't draw the strength to protect the Keqing Forest, in the case of the Boiling Sen insistence, Ruibao gave him the disguise to become an ordinary disciple, mixed in the countless ordinary disciple groups, this is also the best way to protect.

With the order of the boiled forest, suddenly, one after another figures rushed away like comets, and all kinds of aura embellished the entire night sky to the extreme.

Six million people are like stars, shuttling through the night sky, and most of them have never seen such a beautiful night in their lifetime. And this beauty is built on boundless killing!

Suddenly, the evil man with a trendy hairstyle flew to Yu Sen, it was Gu Wuyan after changing his appearance, and he saw Gu Wuyan's face a little solemn and said, "Old Boil, do you see it, the few branches we attacked, there are no masters, I'm afraid people have already known about it, they have all contracted their strength, and they are waiting for us in Fenglin Valley." ”

Yu Sen's face was flat, as if he didn't care at all, "We are so big that Feng Qingge doesn't know it, so we can be killed by a headhead." A Saint Venerable, a Great Perfection Realm and nearly 10 million disciples, with such strength, let's rashly go to fight to the death with others, and it is the first time for us to do such a reckless thing. It's just that Yan Lu was arrested, even if Brother Ye is here, I'm afraid I have to save him, we are now giving Brother Ye's order, Brother Wuyan, do you say yes?"

"Yes, even Nangong Feixue and Zhao Xin'er are out of the customs, so there is nothing to say if we all go to fight. It's a bit reckless, but we don't necessarily lose. It would be nice if Big Brother was here. ”

Yu Sen laughed at himself, "Brother Ye hasn't come back for thirty years, how can it be so coincidental, kill it, this time we are not fighting with them." On the one hand, we will contain their absolute power, at least the Fengqing Saint Venerable and that Great Perfection Realm must fight, and when the time comes, we will send fifty Heavenly Spirit Emperor and above masters to take advantage of the chaos to kill them, save Yan Lu, and if the people are rescued, we will retreat. ”

"Good!"

In a very short period of time, the six million masters of the Holy Heaven Sect came to the Valley of the Wind Leaves.

"Inside, hand over my master's wife, or not. I'll bite you to death!Roar!" A crisp and loud child's voice, mixed with the roar of the beast, roared throughout the Wind Forest Valley under the mixture of majestic aura! It was the little bastard of the Holy Heaven Sect who spoke. At this time, Yu Sen and Gu Wuyan couldn't expose themselves, so they were called by the little bastard.

The thunderous shout, mixed with aura, echoed in every corner of the entire Wind Forest Valley, at this moment, all the people in the Wind Forest Valley flashed a touch of cruelty at the corner of their mouths, they had just washed the Tiger Yang Sect with blood, and the blood on this sword had not dried up, so someone wanted to find the door to send them to death, there was no big array, they were not afraid of the Holy Heaven Sect.

Suddenly, a roar swept through the entire Wind Forest Valley, and all kinds of spiritual energy power burst out, and then I saw the crowd rushing out of the Wind Forest Valley and dancing in the sky, the crowd was overwhelming, all wearing uniform black clothes, and when those black robes were agitating, the special wind and cloud patterns on them made people see the identity of the core disciples of the Wind Qing Pavilion at a glance.

"Haha, as soon as Ye Feng died, there was really no one in the Holy Heaven Sect, and he actually let a demon beast roar here. Suddenly, a strange voice of yin and yang sounded throughout the heavens and the earth. At the same time, the disciples of the Fengqing Pavilion all howled and laughed.

Everyone looked up at the voice, and when they looked at it, they saw that above the tens of thousands of disciples of Fengqing Pavilion, nearly a hundred black figures had already stood in the air, holding the same sharp long sword in their hands, and under the sunlight, they reflected the cold glow of the forest, and all of them poured into the valley, making people feel cold all over their bodies. And in that core place, the Fengqing Saint Venerable was looking up at the six million disciples of the Holy Heaven Sect.

"Roar, you guys, kneel at the feet of something that is neither male nor female all day long, come with a louder voice, this sissy brother can't hear what to say, roar. The little bastard screamed too.

As the little bastard scolded, everyone in the Holy Heaven Sect also laughed wildly. To insult the opposing coach is to demoralize the enemy. Fengqing Shengzun, such a master who has been famous for millions of years, scolds a little child, the little bastard doesn't know how to be ashamed, doesn't he know about shame?

"Hmph! Don't talk nonsense," the old and cunning Fengqing Holy Venerable suddenly drew his sword, "Go to war!" Suddenly, the disciples of the Fengqing Pavilion were like locusts, dense, carrying fierce sword qi, overwhelmingly towards the camp of the Holy Heaven Sect, and the killing sound that broke out in an instant made the heavens and the earth tremble. It can be seen that if he continues to talk about it, Fengqing Saint Venerable doesn't know what else that bastard Qilin can say.

"Bite them to death, roar!"

When the disciples of Fengqing Pavilion rushed towards the Holy Heaven Sect like a tide, the roar of the little bastard also resounded, and immediately, only the sound of shouting and killing could be heard in the sky, and after that, countless spiritual energy rays tore through the air and turned into terrifying pillars of light, which shot out like ordinary people's sharp arrows, enveloping towards the surging black wave!

At the same time, while the Fengqing Pavilion camp was rushing to kill, there were also many pillars of light shooting, but it was obviously less than five times, which showed that in order to launch such a long-distance aura attack, the attack power must also be able to kill, and the strength must reach the Heavenly Spirit King or above. Although there are many people in Fengqing Pavilion, their strength is too weak, and there are not even a hundred masters above the Heavenly Spirit Emperor. If the people in front of Feng Qing were even slightly stronger, Feng Qing Saint Venerable would have been unable to hold back and destroy the Ziyuan Immortal Realm and the Tiger Yang Sect, how could he wait until now.

Poof!poof......

The sound of countless pillars of light penetrating the human body sounded, but the situation on both sides was completely different, at such a distance, Feng Qing Pavilion's attack came to the disciples of the Holy Heavenly Sect, and they were already very weak, and the weakest disciples of the Holy Heavenly Sect were all Heavenly Spirit Immortals, those pillars of light shot at them, only to see that the surface of the latter's body lit up with a huge defensive aura, and suddenly these energy pillars of light were just hindering their progress, at most they were only injured and killed, that is, dozens of attacks from masters above the Heavenly Spirit Emperor.

It can be seen that the disciples of Fengqing Pavilion are too weak in strength, tens of millions of disciples, and the Heavenly Spirit General will be more than eight million. When these disciples shot at the pillar of light, they also had aura on their bodies, trying in vain to protect themselves, but their defense obviously did not cause much hindrance to the pillar of energy light, and even with many powerful pillars of light, when they shot through a person's body, the residual strength would also pierce the person behind them, such a terrifying lethality also showed the huge difference in strength between them.

The terrifying pillars of aura of various colors shot out wildly, leaving a faint mark in the sky, and each wave of attacks would make many Fengqing Pavilion disciples fall weakly, and the six million masters attacked almost at the same time, and after a few rounds, the disciples of Fengqing Pavilion actually died no less than three million.

"Kill!"

"Kill, don't care about anything, kill me!"

Eventually, the men and horses of the two sides began to engage in hand-to-hand combat. The two sides of more than 10 million troops stood together.

War, which is almost the most primitive, the oldest fighting, is completely instinctive!

There is no fairness at all, there is no martial arts to talk about, sneak attacks, siege and killing, the strong slaughter the weak, all the tricks and tricks, all for victory.

Screams, roars, shouts of killing, the sound of swords colliding, and the sound of energy explosions filled the entire battlefield in an instant.

Blood flowed all over the earth, and no sooner had this blood stained the earth red, new blood dripped down. Corpses fell from the sky. However, the corpses that fell were almost all disciples of the Fengqing Pavilion in black cheongsams, and occasionally a few disciples of the Holy Heaven Sect fell.

I saw that after the long-range attack just now, the Fengqing Pavilion had lost more than three million, and the number of people had dropped to seven million, which was almost the same number as the Holy Heaven Sect, but the difference in cultivation between the two was really very different. The gap in one realm, even if it is twenty to one, it can't be beaten. What's more, it's just one-on-one, holding up two-to-one.

In the fight of these disciples whose cultivation is weak, it is a completely one-sided war.

It's just sad that the people down there fight the most and die the most. But no matter how they fight, it is still those who are the most powerful who decide the victory in the end, their Saint Venerable, the Great Perfection Realm level of the confrontation wins, they win, and vice versa, the only difference is that they kill the enemy in front of them, protect themselves, and let themselves have their lives until the final result.

And when these masters were fighting, Fengqing Saint Venerable had already come to the top of the little bastard, Mo Fengji and the others. I saw that his body was suspended in the air, his shoulders were on his back, and the power of the wind elemental attribute surged out between heaven and earth. A majestic momentum also dominated the sky, and a strange oppression shrouded a radius of 10,000 meters.

In this range of 10,000 meters, no one dares to approach.