The six Golden Immortal powerhouses of the Holy Clan were dragged three in the blink of an eye, and the rest rushed to Xiong Tian, and the three slender single knives were cut off at the head, and for a while, the sword light was like rain, and he couldn't help but get up in a hurry, even if he was strong, he was not three heads and six arms, and he couldn't care about one or the other.

The previous battle coupled with the means of killing Jin Xian in seconds just now had already consumed most of his cultivation, and the attack of the Jin Immortal powerhouse was easy to damage, but after a few breaths, there were several more wounds on his body, and the flesh and blood were rolling, and the blood was flowing everywhere, and he couldn't last long.

Tang Murong was even more unbearable, he had just been promoted to the Golden Immortal, and before he could get familiar with the Golden Immortal methods, he hurriedly followed, there was the opponent of the strong man of the Holy Clan, seeing that he was at a disadvantage, he could only parry, and he had no power to fight back at all, but it seemed that he could still hold on for a while.

Seeing this, Li Shengenvoy calculated in his heart: "Xiong Tianji killed the two golden immortals, judging from the current situation, I am afraid that it is the end of the captivity, and I can't keep my hand, so as not to make people think that the human race is like a rice bucket, and can only rely on the demon clan to support the façade, lose face, and it is not easy to explain to the Holy Emperor when I go back." ”

Just thinking about it, I saw that Tang Murong had been slashed by the Holy Clan, and in the muffled snort, the blood mist exploded, but fortunately, his body was smart, and several black nails solved the current crisis, and he fought again, but his breath fell badly, and he was afraid that defeat would only be in an instant.

At this time, Xiong Tian had a few more wounds on his body, the bear skin on his body seemed to be tough, in front of Jin Xian, it was nothing, he was like a bloody person, roaring again and again, and the bear's paw was dancing, it was already a lot slower, and it was obvious that the wound had caused him a lot of damage, and his actions were a little sluggish.

The four people of the Xianmen were also seriously injured, and they were unable to reorganize the sword formation, and the others couldn't count on it at all, they didn't want the Holy Clan to be so frustrated, they really wanted to start the war of the three clans, and they should have brought more people with them now.

The battlefield in the air is becoming more and more unfavorable, but there is no way, and the people are like ants on a hot pot, so anxious that they turn around, and such a dead-end existence really makes people feel infinitely desperate.

Li Shengzhi was also extremely anxious, snorted coldly, and a wooden whip flew out of his head, more than three feet long, and there were twenty-one sections under the careful count, each section had four nameless sigils, a total of eighty-four, just like ordinary wood, and he couldn't see how powerful it was.

It is also strange to say that the holy clan immediately stood like a wooden stake, allowing the wooden whip to smash on the head, and the whole head suddenly burst open like a watermelon, and the blue Rubik's Cube turned into powder and scattered before it could appear, and the power of this wooden whip was terrifying.

Everyone in the audience gasped, what is this magic weapon? actually had the ability to kill the golden immortal in seconds, and the knowledgeable person was silently observing the wooden whip, the horror on his face became stronger and stronger, and he muttered like a demon: "It's it!" It's it! That's it! The holy weapon of 10,000 years ago, beating the divine whip! ”

As soon as these words came out, they were shocked in harmony, how could this be possible, the holy weapon that has not come out for ten thousand years is the ordinary wooden whip, the power is really not small, and the existence of killing the golden immortal in seconds is not an exaggeration to call it a holy weapon, I saw Li Shengzhi put away the fairy sword, and rubbed his body with the whip in his hand.

The Holy Clan Golden Immortal hurriedly retreated, the death of his companion made him fearful, and he secretly cursed: "Despicable creatures, there are many magic weapons, relying on the shadow of the ancestors. "When the downstream fights, he is extremely cautious in his shots, he doesn't want to be whipped, isn't it good to live?

Seeing him like this, Li Shengzhi became even more anxious: "How is this good, if you can't kill him, you won't be able to support others." "I see that the situation is getting more and more critical.

In the muffled snort, Tang Murong was cut back again, the blood sprayed wildly like no money, this knife hit the chest, the white bones were exposed, and the fresh internal organs were vaguely visible, a good Tang Murong, several black nails solved the predicament, silently trembled again, and then slashed down, I am afraid that he will really fall on the spot.

The four people of the Xianmen had already taken out the dantian thunder talisman, let it maintain the large array on its own, swallowed a lot of pills, and recovered from the formation for a while, and got up and left when they saw this situation.

Sweeping the situation in the field, the four of them raised their swords and stabbed them in the chest, the snow-white fierce sword was full of blood, the magic sword like red jade, hissing and screaming, the thick fog rose, and rolled towards the field.

The thick white mist made the Holy Clan's eyes darken, and they hurriedly defended with all their might, the power of this sword array had been seen before, and they didn't dare to take it lightly, because of the addition of the four people, the situation seemed to be deadlocked.

Everyone was waiting to breathe a sigh of relief, but they saw that the faces of the four Xianmen people in the formation were getting whiter and whiter, and the gangbu was a little scattered, and the blood was constantly overflowing from their mouths.

As soon as a glimmer of hope was about to be dashed, countless monks burst into tears, pounded the ground in pain, and silently shouted in their hearts: "Give up, if you continue like this, you will die." When we die, we die, you have to save yourselves! You are the hope for the future of both races! It's not worth it for us! ”

The four people of the Xianmen glanced at each other, and sent a voice to Xiong Tiandao: "We can still send another killing move, I just hope that in the future, you can read on today's love and protect my Xianmen from destruction." ”

When Xiong Tian heard this, he knew that they were going to sacrifice their lives, so he panicked in his heart and roared angrily: "No, I'll take you away." ”

Before the words fell, the four of them smiled slightly, the spirit trick in their hands flew over, the vitality and essence blood were almost exhausted, and the cold shout echoed in the formation: "Four Killing Sword Formation!" Sword of the Stars! ”

In the thick fog, the faces of the strong men of the Holy Clan changed greatly, and they all turned into forts, and shouted: "Falling Immortal Light!" "Five dazzling suns broke through the thick fog and were rising.

In the tumbling mist, the sword of the stars shot out, fiercely piercing a round of scorching sun and submerging into the body of a golden immortal powerhouse, the red light exploded, and the blue crystal cube was dripping and spinning in the field, covered with fine cracks.

Seeing that the opportunity could not be missed, Li Sheng's essence blood sprayed onto the whip, and the light was so bright that he smashed a ball of light in an instant, and violently exploded a golden immortal, and returned to his hand.

In the roar, Xiong Tian ignored the two meteoric lights that rushed in front of him, flashed into the field, slapped the fort in front of him into powder, and then was rushed away by the ball of light, and in the dazzling white light, most of the flesh and blood melted, and it was actually hard to catch it, fell to the ground and rolled, and struggled to get up after a while.

A round of scorching sun hit Tang Murong's body, several light curtains lit up, and only resisted for an instant, and the emaciated black shadow fell on the sidelines like a meteorite, with more air out and less air intake, and life and death were unknown.

The sword array collapsed, the mist dissipated in a snap of a finger, and the four people flew backwards like broken sacks, a golden light flashed, caught the four people, and placed them in the field, Tang Wenxue hurriedly stepped forward, and poured countless life-saving medicines into the injured people like no money.

A small snow-white figure appeared in the field, her face was like frost, and the golden light angry dragon coiled in front of her, as majestic as the Nine Heavens Goddess, and slowly walked forward.

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