The cold sword light swept through the air, and the Seventh Master Nazhen launched a ferocious attack.

After the old demon Rod of Yinshan bandaged his wound briefly, he rushed up to help, but he was still not an opponent when he joined forces with Ye Chuan, and retreated while fighting and retreated to the altar.

The seventh master Nazhen, who had sworn a poisonous oath, had a hideous and murderous face, attacked fiercely and shot without reservation, and every move was a fatal move.

If he can't kill Ye Chuan and his party, he won't be able to calmly beat the drums of the Qingtian war; without the encouragement of the drums, the soldiers will definitely not be able to resist the impact of the beasts; if he is rushed up by the beasts and the island of Gulang is lost, he will not be able to explain to Qingtianhou, and the fate is not difficult to imagine. In order to complete the task, and for his own life, the seventh master Nazhen completely went berserk. Once the combat power of the Half-Saint Realm was fully exerted, Ye Chuan and the Yinshan Old Demon would not be able to resist it when they joined forces, and soon, there were more scars on their bodies.

The sharp scimitar, with a piercing trill, slashed down at the head of the old demon of Yinshan.

Outside the body of the old demon of Yinshan Mountain, many vines appeared, wrapping their bodies tightly like a pair of rattan armor.

The sharp scimitar slashed down with a cold blade, and the tough vines were split layer by layer, and the blade touched the left shoulder of the old demon of Yinshan, and it slashed down diagonally, and it could be cut in two.

A blood-red banner suddenly emerged from the side, swinging the sharp blade in the hand of the seventh master Nazhen.

Ye Chuan slapped his horse and killed, saved the life of the old demon of Yinshan, followed closely, and hit it fiercely, dragging the iron-blooded banner with his right hand, and punching out with his fist in his left hand, the cold light flickered between his fingers and sandwiched a few thin blades, and he launched a fierce counterattack.

"Boy, I'm waiting for your trick!"

Seventh Master Nazhen smiled coldly, and suddenly accelerated to collide head-on, the sharp blade in his hand skyrocketed, and the power fluctuations in his body increased in an instant.

His primary target is Ye Chuan. Hit the old demon of Yinshan hard to kill him, it was just a false move, the purpose was to attract Ye Chuan to rush up. The knife that slashed at the old demon of Yinshan looked fierce, but in fact, it left a lot of spare strength, secretly brewing a real killing move. As expected, Ye Chuan really rushed up recklessly.

Ye Chuan's pupils constricted, and his body suddenly swayed from side to side, bringing up phantoms one by one, and using the Qingyu trick to dodge the false tricks of the Seventh Master Nazhen. However, no matter how much he dodged, his body was still locked closer and closer by the sharp scimitar.

"Be careful, sir!"

Yinshan Old Demon Rod screamed loudly, he had the heart to save but it was too late, and he watched the sharp scimitar arrive in front of Ye Chuan.

In order to fatally cut off Ye Chuan's head with one blow, the Seventh Master Nazhen did not hesitate to risk the risk of counterattack to cast a secret method, and the already terrifying skill instantly skyrocketed, bursting out with amazing speed and strength, and the old demon of Yinshan was obviously standing next to him and didn't have time to make a move.

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and thousands of raindrop-shaped blades suddenly appeared out of thin air and roared towards the Seventh Master Nazhen.

The rain demon finally killed the last guest qing, captured the battle drum of the sky, and seeing that Ye Chuan was in danger, he pounced on him without taking a breath, and performed his unique lore with all his might. If the Seventh Master Nazhen didn't change his moves, he would certainly be able to kill Ye Chuan, but his body was afraid that he would also be stabbed into a hedgehog by dense and sharp raindrop-shaped blades.

"Rain Devil, I'll kill you traitor!"

The Seventh Master Nazhen was furious, gritted his teeth and suddenly jumped to the side to dodge the whistling raindrop-shaped blade, and then pounced on the rain demon, wanting to kill him as a traitor with a single sword.

Iron-blooded banners and tenacious vines emerged from the side, each with its own murderous aura.

Ye Chuan and Yinshan Old Demon Rod took action at the same time to contain the Seventh Master Nazhen who rushed towards the rain demon, and the three of them joined forces to fight with the big devil of the Seventh Master Nazhen.

The cultivation of the three of them is an anti-heaven existence among the masters of the real human realm, needless to say, the old demon of Yinshan and the rain demon who are also at the peak of the real human realm, Ye Chuan's cultivation is also terrifying, the realm is not high, but all kinds of killing moves and treasures emerge in endlessly. Even the ghost king of the half-saint realm that he met on Qingsha Island was a little difficult under the siege of the three of them, but the seventh master Nazhen killed all sides, which in turn forced the three of them to be thrilling. It's not that this guy's cultivation is higher than that of the ghost king, but he doesn't care to make a move, leaving no room for the slightest, and he looks like he's exchanging his life for life, and no one can stop him for a while.

Roar! On the sea, there was a roar of rage.

The Seventh Master Nazhen slaughtered no one in all directions, and at the same time, the wildebeest crocodile king also showed his might, leading the beast herd to launch a more crazy impact.

"Brothers, kill!"

"Hold on, hold on for a while, and the Seventh Master will lead an army to help!"

The commanders of the warships shouted loudly, boosting the morale of the soldiers for the final resistance. Perhaps knowing that there was no way back, the soldiers gritted their teeth and insisted, blocking the fierce impact of the beasts wave after wave, and insisted on waiting for the arrival of reinforcements. On Gulang Island, there are still many soldiers and horses forming a second line of defense, and these soldiers and horses may be able to hold their positions or even defeat the attacking beasts in one go.

Accident suddenly struck at this time.

The soldiers who gritted their teeth and persevered, did not wait for reinforcements, but waited for an unexpected disaster. The sturdy ironclad warships, for some reason, suddenly entered the water and sank rapidly, and before the soldiers standing on the deck could react, the sea water often had already flooded their feet and necks, and then their knees and thighs......

The amazingly corrosive five-step incense that Zhu Sijia refined day and night finally worked.

Li Dingxi and other disciples of the Drum Lang Sect, who were one step ahead, lived up to expectations and cooperated with the slaves at the bottom of the cabin, and chiseled through the bottom of a considerable number of ironclad warships.

The soldiers who were still gritting their teeth just now and insisting on looking forward to the arrival of the army came to help, their scalps were numb and frightened, and they dispersed in a hurry after an exclamation.

The fierce herd roared loudly, grabbed the fighter plane, and rushed up. In an earth-shattering exclamation, the beasts that burst forward finally cut through the defense line composed of ironclad warships, splitting the remaining ironclad warships in two. Huge herds of beasts then surged up, surrounding the soldiers and killing them frantically. The soldiers died one less than one, but the number of wildebeest crocodiles seemed to be endless, and the number with no end in sight made even the most brave soldiers feel desperate.

The Dingxi Army, which was known as pacifying the Western Regions under the command of Qing Tianhou, dispersed in a rush and completely collapsed. After holding on for so long, he still couldn't hold on to the general trend, and the commanders at all levels on each warship also fled in all directions to escape.

"No ......"

Looking back at the mutation in the harbor, the seventh master Nazhen shouted hoarsely, his hands and feet cold.

A flash of red light, at this moment, suddenly rushed out from near the altar and rushed straight to the seventh master Nazhen on the altar.

Abbas, the plague demon king who has been lurking in the dark, finally made a move, and he has only one task, which is to launch a fatal blow at a critical moment to assassinate the big devil of the seventh master, Nazhen!