Tonight's night, with no moon and no stars, it seems that everything has returned to the time when chaos first opened.

Bursts of cold flies blew, causing the messy grass to rustle, like ghosts, and soon the disciples of the Broken River Gate came out of it, one by one, holding cold weapons, condensing fierce spiritual power, and gathering towards the territory guarded by the Ghost Gate with hideous faces.

In all directions, densely packed, like ants moving!

The suppressed killing aura soon enveloped the sky above the territory guarded by the Ghost Gate, and it continued to grow stronger.

At the front of the crowd was a high-level Spirit Venerable, his name was Meng Quan, a muscular man with a height of nearly two meters, standing tall with a sword, slowly walking at the front of the team.

The strong and upright body, the fanatical and scorching murderous aura, and the unique strength and momentum of the high-level Spirit Venerable all gave the disciples who stepped forward to break the river sect in the rear with strong confidence, and the eyes that looked at him were full of awe and worship.

In addition to sending Xie Zhen at the level of the Spirit King to assist in the Broken River Gate, Ten Mile Gallery also sent five high-level Spirit Venerables and three middle-level Spirit Venerables.

Of course, after last night's battle, because Ye Xun killed a mid-level strongly, Ah Lud went crazy and abolished a mid-level, and now they only have a middle-level Spirit Venerable left.

And among the five Spirit Venerables, this Meng Quan's strength was the strongest, because he was the only one of the five who had attained the realm of enlightenment after being promoted to a high-level Spirit Venerable.

The realm of comprehension only has a chance when promoted to the spirit king, and each person can only comprehend one martial art according to their own physical condition in their lifetime, of course, some geniuses can also comprehend two or three martial arts, and similarly, some geniuses can comprehend martial arts when they are promoted to high-level spirit venerables.

This has a lot to do with talent, but it's more about the accumulation of combat experience again and again.

As the strongest of the five Spirit Venerables, Meng Quan's combat power was strong enough, especially the thick knife forged from stainless steel, whether it was a melee or a heads-up, it could burst out with powerful lethality.

If it wasn't for him attacking the territory that Song Yan was guarding all along, and changing to other Spirit Venerables, maybe Song Yan would have been able to make a big breakthrough. After all, this Meng Quan's strength is too terrifying, especially his domain is even more domineering, and Song Yan almost died several times.

Crunch!

His neck twisted slowly, a cold smile squeezed out of Meng Quan's hideous face, and the big knife on his shoulder was slowly raised: "Tonight, Song Yan must die." ”

"Coincidentally, tonight, I want you to die too!" Standing in the territory area, Song Yan under the mask of the ghost head said coldly.

As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but glow with ruthlessness.

"Sect Master, the sect master's order is to hold the ground. The snake-faced sect members around him were keenly aware of Song Yan's strange appearance, and hurriedly reminded him simply.

lest Song Yan continue to be affected by the previous negative emotions and deviate on the battlefield, you must know that in this kind of master duel, a loss of deviation is enough to kill someone.

What's more, how could it be so easy to kill Meng Quan?

Looking at the Lingzun who participated in this battle this time, except for the ten Skeleton Kings who have been famous for a long time, the strongest is this Mengquan, and he even sighs that he is not as good as killing his son.

Because of his size, this guy is not only suitable for fighting alone, but also can burst out with extraordinary power in this kind of storming and melee, and there are countless skeleton soldiers who have been cut to pieces by him in the past few days, and they can be faintly piled up into a small mountain.

Song Yan didn't speak again, her slightly narrowed eyes were firmly fixed on Meng Quan's body.

The double knives were clenched in his hands, and because of the excessive force, the green tendons were directly raised, and even the breath climbed a few points invisibly.

Meng Quan also didn't answer, but his breath was rising wildly, his whole body was tense, and the muscles were like a huge balloon blowing up!

"Ready!!"

When the atmosphere of the audience was depressed to the extreme, when the audience was so nervous that they couldn't even breathe, when everyone's hearts and minds were completely filled with war spirit, Song Yan and Meng Quan opened their mouths and screamed in unison.

"Take the territory, hack the Mingjiao miscellaneous, and regain everything that has been lost!" his eyes condensed, and Meng Quan raised his arms and roared.

"Kill !!"

Thousands of people roared almost at the same time, this is an encouragement, an alternative encouragement to themselves and their companions, this is a kind of deterrence, the simplest and most direct deterrent to the enemy, at least it can make some of the enemy lose their minds in an instant in the endless roar.

This is the so-called sound shock, potential shock!

As soon as the words fell, the disciples of the Broken River Sect, whose aura had been raised to the pinnacle of their lives, rushed forward without any instructions or rules, like a herd of frightened bison.

"For the Ming Sect, for the Ghost Gate, for the Ghost Gate, face the battle!!" like a snake spitting out a letter, a cold voice jumped out from the tip of Song Yan's tongue.

"Ming's Ghost Gate, fight!!" one hundred and twenty Ghost Sect members roared hysterically, and the thousands of skeleton soldiers behind them were also infected by the roar of the sky.

Following Song Yan's first wild run, like hundreds of hazy ghosts, all the ghost gates threw out their weapons to meet the battle, and they rushed angrily in the rolling tide.

As soon as the two forces collided, all kinds of chaotic weapons flicked with them, and all kinds of splendid martial arts exploded, and bursts of blood-colored waves suddenly dyed the night red.

As soon as all the sect members of the Ghost Sect who were vigorous and vigorous fought each other, they were mixed into the disciples of the Broken River Gate, and it was the skeleton soldiers who really collided with the disciples of the Broken River Gate, and the effect of this kind of interference and combat quickly went forward, as soon as they fought, in less than a minute, several Broken River Sect disciples fell silently in a pool of blood.

In the center of the black-pressed battlefield, there was a circle deliberately set aside by the troops on both sides, and Song Yan and Meng Quan stood in it, looking at each other from a distance.

"To be honest, being able to hold out under my strong attack for so many days, Song Yan, as a low-level Spirit Venerable, you are proud enough!"

Meng Quan opened his mouth coldly, and the next moment, he walked forward with a thick knife, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster, and the splashed slag became more and more delicate in the dragging, and the number became more and more numerous.

If you look closely, you will definitely find that wherever the big knife drags through, there is a deep crack of nearly half a meter, which is enough to imagine the sharpness of this big knife and the power of Meng Quan.

The cold eyes under the ghost head mask were replaced by madness, and Song Yan didn't say a word, locking Meng Quan and rushing wildly.

"Meng Quan suffers death!

A sharp hiss erupted suddenly from the tip of his tongue, and Song Yan's speed suddenly reached the limit, and the distance between them quickly tightened.

If you take off the mask, you will definitely see that Song Yan's face has become extremely hideous because of the tyranny, and it is a little distorted.

The double knives were thrown out fiercely, and the remnants of the Dao Dao were circulating in the air, tearing the air very quickly, enveloping the sharp and fierce breath of the Dao, and stabbing away at Meng Quan.

Left and right double knives, up and down, one knife locks Meng Quan's lower gear, and the other knife locks Meng Quan's forehead, completely blocking the vitality.