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When the horn of the barracks whimpered, breaking through the gloomy clouds and letting a glimmer of dawn quietly fall, flocks of eagle horses rose up and lined up in the air. The black turbans fluttered and the capes fluttered, looking full of fierce aura.

The old man and the others had already gathered outside Ling Hu's tent, and everyone's faces were tense with excessive perseverance. The curtain was lifted lightly, and Ling Hujue, who was dressed in a white robe, walked out slowly, looking at the past, he was no different from the past at this moment, he was still so handsome, so calm, but in the handsome and calm, there was a faint hint of ferocity that seemed to be tangible.

"Hall Master. Everyone bowed their hands, and Ling Hu Jue glanced around at everyone outside the tent, and this eye contained endless words and gratitude. These people, knowing that the future is unpredictable, still follow themselves without hesitation, in addition to moral responsibility, what remains is the blood and pride from the bottom of their hearts.

Just as he wanted to say a few words, Liu Wu'er, who was dressed in a bright silver robe, walked leisurely and slowly surrounded by the strong people of the Flowing Shadow Sect, and the wild wolf and Long Piaoyun gave way sideways, and stood in a row with the old man and the others according to their identities, so straight and bright Zhuo stood still!

"Jue'er, let the teacher help you. Liu Wu'er did not squint at the tunnel, and the terrifying cold electricity in her eyes flashed like a golden snake, and the whole form exuded a surprisingly calm and majestic charm.

His expression did not move, and Ling Hu said humbly: "There is Sect Master Lao." After speaking, he turned around, raised his face and gestured to Mrs. Shu, who was riding on the silver winged eagle horse, and Shu Mo, who was on the side, raised his right arm slightly, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Let's go." ”

Moment. The whirlwind and the flapping of wings mingled together. Rows of eagle horses are interspersed with endless streams. Everyone's eyebrows are full of murderous aura, and everyone's face is also full of unconcealed heroic and flying anger!

One of them turned his head and looked down, it was Shu Xun, her gaze happened to be in contact with Ling Hu Jue, so a firm smile was reflected in the depths of Ling Hu Jue's pupils, and again, in Shu Xun's eyes. Linghu Jue is so quiet, so deep, under the gray sky, he is like a lonely mountain with a haze on his shoulders......

So, her smile was even deeper, and she turned back suddenly, and just as she turned around, Ling Hu Jue also set off, and after a while, the team came to the agreed place. It was a wilderness more than ten miles away from both armies. Although a young grass that woke up early gave this wilderness a little greenery, it still exuded such a deep and desolate smell.

Nearly 1,000 Cotrux cavalry have long been stationed here. Rows of silent voices stood still. The cold wind blew their banners, and the sound of hunting could be faintly heard. Before the cavalry, there were strong men of various races scattered, and there were many more people than that day.

The arrival of Ling Hu Jue and the others attracted their attention, and they quickly gathered together, most of the expressions on their faces were dignified and solemn, but in the solemnity and solemnity, there was a faint sense of pride and cruel satisfaction.

With just such a sweep of their eyes, the old man and the others trembled, among these people, there were at least seven or eight people who couldn't reach out to the realm and couldn't see the depths. In other words, these seven or eight people are also the kings of the desolate rank. The hands couldn't help clenching, and the corners of their lips began to twitch slightly, no matter how rough and fierce they were, under this shape, there was still a faint melancholy in their hearts, and a slight worry was beating in the pulse.

Only Ling Hujue, Liu Xu'er, and Luo Tiandiao looked calm, either they were prepared in their hearts, or they were very confident in their strength. Especially Ling Hujue, for him, the biggest threat still comes from the willow catkins around him.

And Liu Wu'er is calm and calm, and there seems to be a faint expectation between her eyebrows. Luo Tiandiao, on the other hand, focused more on the Hong-rank kings of the Four Elephant Sect, and the corners of his mouth exuded a touch of evil spirit.

In this silent and cold atmosphere of confrontation, after the strong people of various ethnic groups negotiated in a low voice, the two of them came out of the crowd, one was an old man with a face like a full moon, a handful of snow-white long hair under his chin, and his round face was ruddy and delicate, without wrinkles, and there was no trace of the shriveled appearance that an old man should have. The other is a middle-aged samurai, with a shining magic armor covering his majestic body, which sets off his huge eyes, eagle nose, and wide mouth with incomparable arrogance.

Although these two people had never seen each other before, they knew from the outfit that the old man was the king of the Baicao clan, and the samurai was the king of the fierce armor clan.

The two of them walked to stand ten zhang away from Linghu Jue, and a layer of murderous aura suddenly appeared on the warrior's rough face, and the murderous aura seemed to have been condensed and formed, and said fiercely: "Linghu Jue, you kill my Mengjia clansman, this account is going to be settled with you today?"

Ling Hu's heart was as calm as water, without the slightest fear and horror, he didn't even look at the two of them, his eyes crossed, and he said loudly: "What does this mean?"

Murakami in the crowd behind him took a step forward and said with a shudder: "Ling Fox, this is your own sin, and it has nothing to do with this seat." ”

"Do you want to continue the battle?" Ling Hu Jue's expression was cold, and he said calmly.

Murakami threw the sleeves of his robe and said lightly: "This is nature." ”

The old man on the "phew" side couldn't stand it anymore, spit on the ground suddenly, and said angrily: "What kind of bullshit fighting, if you want to talk about wheel warfare, don't hide it." ”

The king of the fierce armor clan glanced at the old man, and as soon as his left palm was raised, a strong force struck him in the chest.

"Dare?" Liu Yu'er snorted coldly, flicked the sleeves of her robe lightly, and saw no other movements, and the strong momentum turned invisible.

The king of the Mengjia clan is not good at stubble, and just about to have a seizure, Murakami has already grabbed it and said: "Iron King, Vine King, it seems that this Linghu is definitely the one who participates in the battle, according to this seat, the grudge between you will be put aside first." After speaking, one side of his face, his eyes looked at Ling Hu Jue, and said calmly: "Is it you?"

Ask while knowing the answer. Ling Hu Jue scolded in his heart, and walked out slowly, he knew very well what this scene in front of him was for? The Remnant Moon Clan just wanted to leave a way back, in case he won, the clans would have a reason not to let themselves leave here alive. He had already thought about these and took a deep breath. The bones of his body made a soft sound that only he could hear. Didn't speak. Just gestured to Muraka's jaw, meaning to say, don't talk nonsense, it's time to start.

Murakami smiled meaningfully, but viciously, and said slowly: "Ling Hujue, remember today, next year today should be your sacrifice day." ”

As his voice fell. The Iron King and the Vine King of the Fierce Armor Clan glanced at each other and retreated.

"It's you!" Ling Hu said unexpectedly.

"Yes, it's this seat. Murakami sneered, his green eyes glowing with a strange brilliance. At the same time, there was a strange fluctuation around the body, and the slightest brilliance converged on the face, instantly condensing into a golden shell mask on the face, the facial features on the mask were so hard and cold, and the delicate patterns of the carvings were hidden, showing a special cruelty and super-emotional meaning. Especially the only pair of eyes that are still a little smart. There is a wave of green and black change, green and black!

A powerful aura burst out. Linghu did not hesitate. In the flash of the silver halo, his body moved with the gun, bursting with a little bit of cold and crystal, and he violently attacked Murakami with an unstoppable momentum.

Murakami's eyes behind the golden mask glowed with a snake-like cruel light, and at the same time, there was also a net-like magic shield, folded into a series of golden waves, scattered in all directions, and the attacking spear was instantly shocked and extinguished.

"Hum" of the black dragon spear bent and stabbed, but at this time, Murakami had quickly retreated, and at the same time as the distance was widened, a golden magic wand appeared in his hand, and with a light wave, the magic crystal on the top of the wand was like a flash of brilliance from the sun, embedded into thousands of mirrors like a sweeping illusion.

Ling Hu Jue suddenly felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and while subconsciously closing his eyes, he whispered: "Law, nature." "The translucent green rays repel a square square of pure land in the dazzling space of golden light.

At the moment when he opened his eyes, a fierce golden mang flew straight in, making the fox snort secretly, shaking the black dragon spear, and slashing straight towards the golden mang, the "bang" sound trembled and moaned, and the half-step back made the fox jue spin on his toes, and his thin figure had suddenly rushed forward, as fast as a streamer.

Another golden mang roared, and this time, Linghu definitely did not choose to block hard, but teleported directly. At this moment, he already understood that if nothing else, this Murakami should be a magician of both gold and spirit.

Looking at the suddenly disappeared figure, Murakami's eyes hidden behind the golden mask emitted a solemn and cruel brilliance, and the powerful spiritual wave shock wave dispersed, invisible, but extremely amplitude, echoing endlessly around him.

Teleportation, which can ignore physical attacks, can still sense the wave shock of the elements, especially the spiritual system. The Linghu Jue Ling Tai in the void trembled slightly, and his body was involuntarily forced out, and he was greeted by a series of golden light beads.

The long hair was raised, making the fox's body half turn, and the black dragon spear was as fast as a flying flying dragon, and at the same time, the elven wings had been waved.

"The sharpness of the earthly world, refracting the light of the sun, enveloping the heavens and the earth. With Murakami's soft chanting, the space of the ten-zhang square circle was filled with golden light, and every inch of space rotated and whistling, filled with sharpness, shining with brilliant colors, so moving, so suffocating......

This is not the previous flash technique, but the gold high-level magic golden light extermination.

"Laws, extinction. While making the fox stiff and soft, his body made a wonderful whirl with the assistance of his wings, and after a sudden rise, he swooped down again.

Murakami raised his head, the pattern of the golden mask seemed to jump slightly, and the golden wand pointed forward at Ling Hujue's figure, and whispered: "Law, golden explosion." ”

Just when the word "burst" still has a trace of the afterglow of the loop, the violent space waves fluctuate, slipping, one by one, pieces of crystal golden light intertwined and swept away, and the light was flourishing after the illusion of a golden space, and its bright and dazzling Cheng dù was not inferior to the scorching sun.

"Boom" The entire golden space burst open, thousands of golden lights suddenly rose, and the air seemed to be divided into pieces in an instant!

"Hall Master. The wild wolf watching from a distance blurted out an exclamation, and the eyes of the others did not pay attention to the evolution of the situation for a moment, and their hearts were worried, and the old man rubbed his face with his hand, but found that his palms were full of cold sweat.

A figure splashed out and disappeared again. When he reappeared, he was already above Murakami's head. It was Ling Fox, his face was pale, his facial features were slightly distorted, and in the roar of his blood, a crystal jade horn protruded from his forehead. Circles of light were reflected in the hallucination, and even the air was "snorting" and "sneering".

Not good. Feeling the crisis, Murakami's figure swept back like a streamer, and a small curved lightning bolt fell, shattering the net light shield of his body, and the light disappeared, but his left shoulder opened a long bloody hole that reached the front chest, and the skin and flesh slowly rolled up, and the blood was falling to his feet drop by drop.

Murakami's eyes changed slightly, and he said coldly: "It seems that you rely on this." ”

There were slight sweat stains seeping from Ling Fox's sideburns, and his wings were constricted, and he teleported. Exposing the power of punishment so early, he has no choice, although Murakami has not yet used the magic power of the holy weapon, but the power attached to the holy weapon makes him more terrifying than ordinary kings, and Ling Hu Jue has no way to get close at all.

"In that case, let me show you the power of the remnant soul suit. Murakami muttered to himself with spasmodic lips. (To be continued)