Seeing this, Nangong Mozhong was shocked, and finally recovered from the surprise of discovering the ruins, and hurriedly hid behind the master of the long robe.

The master of the long shirt also had a sinking face, there were not many people left on his side, including the Nangong Mozhong of the middle level of the fighter, there were less than ten people in total, although it was said that the three saint-level masters were still there, but except for themselves, they were all injured.

In this way, if you fight again, your own side will naturally be eaten.

If he retreats like this, he can save his life, but in this way, he will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the Brahman Empire.

Just when the master of the caftan was in a dilemma, there was a sound of "humming" on the huge plain.

When I looked up, a black cloud suddenly appeared, and it moved rapidly towards the side where everyone was.

"It's a swarm of black flame shadow bees! how can there be a black flame shadow swarm here?" many people panicked.

Seeing this, Yue Mochen's heart sank, and he naturally knew that it was Fang Minghe and they had arrived. In this way, it will be much more difficult to attack them at the end of Nangong.

Although he didn't know why Fang Minghe would bring another group of people into the Wanyuan Great Plain, Nangong Mozhong was his biological son, this was what Yue Mochen knew, if he and others made a move on him, Fang Minghe would definitely not sit idly by.

If he had known that he would encounter such a powerful ally as the Winged Humans, he should have eliminated all the Black Flame Shadow Bees in the first place. Yue Mochen looked at the black clouds that were getting closer and closer, and said secretly.

"Don't wait, do it, if those people arrive, they will definitely prevent us from attacking them at the end of Nangong. Yue Mochen said in a deep voice.

"Good!"

An'er Moses also immediately agreed, and after speaking, he commanded his people to rush towards the end of the Nangong Palace!

"Escape! in the direction of the black clouds!" Nangong Mozhong naturally did not dare to fight, and hurriedly commanded the remnants of his subordinates to flee in the direction of Fang Minghe.

The master of the long shirt is as good as a stream, he has long wanted to leave, and at this time, Nangong Mozhong opened his mouth, and he naturally agreed very much.

As soon as Nangong Mozhong's words were finished, he was already grabbed by the master of the long shirt and flew in the direction he said.

"Did you run?"

Meng Wujian snorted coldly, his speed widened, and he broke away from everyone in an instant, killing the other party single-handedly.

In the surprised gaze of a group of winged masters, the Dream No Sword slammed into the opponent's camp like an off-string arrow, and the sword shadow flashed, and the two injured and slower Heaven-level masters instantly fell under the sword of the Dream No Sword.

"It's so fast. One of the winged men muttered.

Until then, he had always thought that his race was the fastest, because they had a blessing from heaven that humans did not have, a pair of wings!

However, the sudden power of Dream Wujian's speed made him feel ashamed.

Just when he was amazed, two more masters of the royal family became the souls of the sword of Dream Without Sword.

"Stop him!"

The robe master flew back as he turned his head and shouted at the other two saint-level masters on his side.

Hearing this, the two holy masters gritted their teeth, fixed their figures, and turned around to meet Meng Wujian.

"Hehe" Meng Wujian was not surprised, smiled a little sneeringly, the sword blade was raised obliquely, and it was a sword at the head!

"A sword breaks through the sky!"

"Come again!"

"A sword pierces Changhong!"

Two sword qi detached from the thin sword body, and with the momentum of shattering, they rushed straight and domineering towards the two saint masters!

"Xuanling Shield!"

"Fenggang Realm!"

The two holy martial artists showed their own magical powers, and they both displayed their strongest defensive martial arts, but Rao was like this, and he was also shocked back by Meng Wujian's sword qi.

Two people, four feet, left four deep marks on the ground that were several feet deep!

Meng Wujian was unforgiving, smiled coldly, and said, "Today, let me fight hard!

In the amazed gaze of everyone, Meng Wujian's whole person rose from the ground, and his body seemed to violate gravity, strangely fixed in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, the dream sword moved, but it was not the whole body that moved, but only the right hand, and the right hand drove the wrist of the right hand, twisting at high speed, bringing out pieces of phantoms.

"So fast!"

Yue Mochen stared intently at Meng Wujian's movements, as if he was admiring the peerless scenery.

One, two, three......

Countless white Dao Sword shadows appeared, neatly suspended in front of Meng Wujian's body, unmoving.

"It's so handsome!"

Yue Mochen sighed, it was not the first time he had seen the swordsmanship of the Dugu family, he had also seen Dugu Yang perform it when he was in Shenyue Forest and the King of the Moon Spirit Emperor before, but perhaps because Dugu Yang's cultivation was high, he did not deliberately perform any swordsmanship, and with the help of a group of masters, he killed the King of the Moon Spirit.

But at this time, it is different, Meng Wujian is not far from the cultivation of the two opponents, and it is still one enemy and two, so the fight is in full swing, martial arts, and sword moves are endless, and Yue Mochen is dazzled and excited.

More and more sword shadows appeared, looking in the direction of Meng Wujian from the two saint-level masters, there was no longer Meng Wujian, all that could be seen was endless sword shadows!

"Sword swing in all directions!"

As he spoke, Meng Wujian slashed down with a sword, and the thousands of sword shadows condensed in front of him seemed to hear the call, and as his sword fell, all moved.

If it doesn't move, it is amazing, and countless sword shadows cut through the entire sky, like a rain of swords, rushing down towards the ground.

The two holy martial artists didn't even have a place to dodge, countless sword shadows fell from the sky, and a radius of dozens of zhang was tightly locked by the sword shadows.

Once again, they could only hold up their strongest defenses in an attempt to block the blow.

The aura swept out of the bodies of the two holy martial artists desperately, and in an instant, the two-color aura flourished, and the aura shield condensed by the aura also continued to grow.

However, this qiē, under the shadow of the sword in the sky, seems so thin.

After contact, the first sword shadow pierced into the blue-green "Fenggang Realm", and then it became dim and disappeared.

However, that Saint Martial was full of energy! Only he clearly understood what terrifying power was contained in that seemingly pale sword.

However, before he could say anything about his companions, white sword shadows fell one after another.

The sound of "boom boom" rang out, and this thunderous sound was the sound of the sword shadow colliding with the two Holy Martial Spirit Qi shields!

But the sound disappeared in an instant, and in its place were two neat, mournful, and brief screams!

The scream sounded, which meant that the aura shield that had condensed into substance had been broken, and the fall of the scream also meant that two holy martial arts masters who were enough to rampant in the Dongyue Continent had fallen with this ......

But the sword shadow did not disperse, and about two-thirds of the sword shadow fell one after another, shooting into the thick earth.

A moment later, all the sword shadows finally fell, and the Dream Sword also floated down.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the handsome face under the mask of Meng Wujian evoked a light smile.