Night Terror's head quickly turned and analyzed, and at that moment just now, only Luo Ling was recognized by her......

Luo Ling!

That's right, Luo Ling!

If you guessed correctly, according to the original script, those students and teachers today will eventually be saved by Luo Ling.

Most of the top 100 students of the Beiteng Imperial Academy are excellent heirs of the imperial family and power.

With this life-saving relationship, why can't you gang up?

Saving them is equivalent to saving the lifeblood of this empire.

But now, Luo Ling's plan has been debunked by her, and she will definitely be exposed when she goes back, so it is better to kill them all directly!

In this way, the responsibility will still fall on Fulong City and the Imperial Academy.

Once the contradiction is aroused, it will not end in any way.

It's just that...... Kill all the students, who does the other party want to blame?

Nightterror had no clue for a while, but she knew that no matter who they were going to blame, she wouldn't let them get away with it.

The most difficult question in front of him is, with the strength of so many great Xuan Masters, with the power of her and Futian, will they be mantis arms as a car?

Utilizing the Tinder?

Fang had already consumed too much fire, and she obviously felt a little unbearable, if she used fire refining karmic fire to stop so many people, maybe she would put herself in first.

Just when Ye Jinghong's heart turned a thousand times, Fu Tian sneered: "No one can run? Hehe...... This sentence is just right for you. ”

With that, Fu Tian swept up violently, his hands were wide open, his palms were upward, and the invincible qi was solidified and flowing, like a thousand blades surviving in the palm of his hand.

"Brush, brush, brush—"

An invisible force crushed the mountains and seas, and in the center of the storm, Night Terror Hong saw nine handleless long blades floating beside Fu Tian.

The shape of the long blade is very mysterious, slightly bent, like a sharp weapon that kills the bones, and it is awe-inspiring.

This...... Is it a blade drawn from Fu Tian's body, is it his natal weapon?!

At the moment when Futian sacrificed the mysterious weapon, Night Terror clearly captured their fear, the fear of the soul.

Even the voices of the crowd were much sharper.

"Oni Scythe! It's a ghost scythe! And...... Or nine handles! ”

", when did Futian have nine ghost scythes?! Fast! Get ready to deal with it! ”

"Damn, what a panic, just a ghost sickle, there are a lot of us, don't be afraid! And there's the Commander-in-Chief! ”

……

"Futian, are you sure you want to be a roadblock!" The red-tasseled armored man spoke, his tone running out of patience.

Fu Tian stood in the embrace of the nine-handled ghost scythe, and sneered: "You must be the soul of this scythe, and I have nothing to do." ”

"Good...... Very good! Then let this commander give it a try, how powerful is Oni Scythe Futian! Get out of the way, all of you! ”

"Yes—"

When the words fell, the man in red tasseled armor smiled coldly, and finally made a move.

He struck with both hands, and fiery red flames were generated in the palm of his hand, and as his hand moved inch by inch, Night Terror saw a spear entrenched in the golden tiger dragon pattern.

"Zheng Zheng—"

The momentum of the spear surging and rolling, colliding violently with the aura of the ghost sickle, and the situation of the entire cave was instantly divided into two, and it was divided into two courts.

"Zheng Zheng—"

In the duel of the royal ranks, it is difficult for the people below the royal ranks to even take a second look.

Because they had to withstand the joint crushing of the momentum of both sides, not only did they retreat in the night, but even the group of great mystical masters were forced to retreat again and again!

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Ahem, continue to count down, there are still 5000 ......

(End of chapter)