The aura of slaughter instantly condensed to the apex.

Looking at Qiandaoliu again, he looked unconcerned, even if the Seven Killing Swords were almost on his old face.

"Actually, I admire you people who have the Seven Killing Sword Martial Soul, your father said the same thing back then, but he is still too weak, I still expect him to grow to this realm, but who knows that he will leave like that."

As soon as these words came out, his master Sword Douluo's hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling, and the soul power on his body also burst out.

As the soul rings appeared one by one, the entire field was filled with murderous aura.

Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi persuaded him beside him, otherwise his master Sword Douluo would definitely go straight to it.

The most brainy people on the field are Ning Fengzhi and Yan Mengmeng.

According to the analysis of these two people, in general, the current situation is very unfavorable to Yan Mengmeng's side.

Not to mention the small number of people, the strength is generally weaker by one level, and the initiative is still held by the Wuhun Palace.

The only way to break the game is to abandon Yan Mengmeng.

But Ning Fengzhi wouldn't do this, what was the difference between that and Haotian Sect back then.

However, this method also responds to Yan Mengmeng's intention.

Let Ning Feng cause them to leave first, and then find a chance to run away.

In the face of this Extreme Douluo, Yan Mengmeng was really unsure.

So, Yan Mengmeng stepped forward and said: "Old man, I really didn't expect you to do this, but you seem to have made a mistake, do you think I will care about those who have nothing to do with me?" Or do you think you can rely on your strength to eat me? ”

Saying that, Yan Mengmeng directly burst out with all her momentum, forcing everyone on the field to turn on the martial soul to resist the pressure of this momentum.

Feeling this momentum, Qiandaoliu's face changed greatly, he didn't believe that the girl in front of him was a god, but now he couldn't help but believe it, this kind of momentum, even his opponent Tang Chen back then was not so terrifying.

Of course, there is more than one person who feels this momentum, Bibi Dong, who was already injured, directly vomited another mouthful of blood at this moment, fainted, the ghosts are fine, but they can't stand up, the golden crocodile over there is better, and the martial soul can still be resisted.

As for Yan Mengmeng's side, she also suffered the same impact.

This is why Yan Mengmeng obviously surpasses everyone's strength, but he just wants to be a Title Douluo.

Uncontrollable power not only hurts others, but also hurts oneself.

For example, the current Ning Fengzhi, and Dugu Bo.

I couldn't stand this powerful coercion at all, and the whole person was directly suppressed.

Not only to the people around him, but also to himself, the consumption of a large amount of soul power, coupled with the loss of suppression in the body, began to spread.

But fortunately, the deterrent effect has been achieved, just look at the expressions of everyone in the Wuhun Palace.

After a while, Yan Mengmeng put away the coercion.

At this time, Yan Mengmeng's face turned pale, but fortunately, there was a black soul power coat, and the people of the Martial Spirit Hall did not notice this change.

Yan Mengmeng, who was holding on not to show his flaws, slowly spoke: "Uncle Ning, you guys go first, it's a bit of a hindrance for me to clean up these old things here." ”

Ning Fengzhi: "Mengmeng, you ......"

Same as Ning Fengzhi, the people on Yan Mengmeng's side all looked at her in surprise.

And Sword Douluo, Dugu Bo, these are definitely unwilling, let a teenage girl face these alone, they can't do it.

Yan Mengmeng: "You also feel it, I can't control it just now, in case I hurt you later, compared to this, Uncle Ning, you better go and let those people evacuate first!" ”

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi weighed it, that's right, now he is indeed a little cumbersome here.

It's better to disperse the people, so that Yan Mengmeng has no burden.

This is the only way to break the game.

At the same time, the Wuhun Hall is here.

Yan Mengmeng's approach is in line with the meaning of thousands of streams.

He had been looking forward to fighting with the gods for a long time, and since Tang Chen, he hadn't been so excited for a long time.

The coercion just now is what Qiandaoliu wants.

After that, Ning Fengzhi left with the worried people and told Yan Mengmeng to pick her up outside the city.

Looking at Ning Fengzhi's reluctant and worried back, Qiandaoliu smiled.

"Is this the unity of your sect? That's it. ”

Yan Mengmeng: "Hehe, this is your Martial Spirit Palace, except for despicable means, it's nothing more than that?" ”

Qiandaoliu: "Well, in the hearts of the civilians you want to protect, you are just an evil demon, so you are not a god. ”

Yan Mengmeng: "I never said that I was the god in your mouth. ”

Speaking of this, Qiandaoliu was a little sentimental, and the old face was full of helplessness: "The real gods don't care about those mortals, Elder Golden Crocodile, with ghosts, let's go and cultivate first!" ”

Yan Mengmeng: "I didn't see it, old man, have you seen God?" ”

Qiandaoliu: "It's useless to talk to you about this, don't you want to hurt those people, let's change places!" ”

Saying that, Qiandaoliu directly put away the hundred-zhang tall angel martial soul behind him, and the whole person rose into the air and flew into the distance.

Yan Mengmeng was a little puzzled, why did this Qiandaoliu suddenly become like this.

Originally, it was the best opportunity for Yan Mengmeng to run away, but curiosity made her unconsciously follow.

As Qiandaoliu left here, the two came to the foot of an empty mountain.

And at this moment, the poison on Yan Mengmeng's body is getting more and more serious.

After arriving at the place, Qiandaoliu observed the surroundings, then turned his head to look at Yan Mengmeng, and said slightly: "That's it, there is basically no one within a hundred miles." ”

Yan Mengmeng: "Old man, do you care about other people's lives or deaths?" ”

Qiandaoliu: "I don't care if I experience more, and you will be the same in the future." ”

Yan Mengmeng: "I'm afraid you didn't bring me over so simply, right?" ”

Qiandaoliu: "Yes and no, if the old man is not mistaken, you are now at the end of the crossbow, you should have been hit by that woman's origin spider venom, right?" ”

Yan Mengmeng: "The same can beat you." ”

Qiandaoliu: "Haha, maybe, we'll know later." ”

Saying that, Qiandaoliu turned on his martial soul again, and a hundred-zhang tall seraphim appeared from behind him.

The powerful soul power fluctuations caused a gust of wind, and the entire foot of the mountain was surrounded by golden soul power.

Immediately, Qiandaoliu rose into the air, stood on the chest of the angel martial soul behind him, and looked at Yan Mengmeng condescendingly.

The old man's voice echoed in the valley: "Come to war..."

Yan Mengmeng laughed, since this is the case, then a battle, what about the ninety-ninth level Extreme Douluo?

Thinking about it, Yan Mengmeng clenched the Chengying Sword in his hand and looked at the Qiandaoliu who was emitting golden light on the top.

The black soul power does not need money to spread, and the starting hand is the strongest attack skill - a hundred-step flying sword.

The soul power that emanated continued to converge on Yan Mengmeng's sword-holding hand, and the Chengying Sword also levitated in his palm.