om At this time, Qianyin couldn't support it a little, and when he saw that the ghost beast beside him was also out of breath, sweating like rain, the two exchanged glances at the moment of casting the spell, and came to a conclusion in their hearts.

They were ready to leave.

The rules of the Shura Sect do not stipulate that when fighting hard with the opponent, you must stick to the last of the day, and how to preserve your strength and strength is a deep-rooted concept in the hearts of every Shura disciple. Foolish loyalty is always abandoned, and on the first day of entry, someone will stuff a thick dogma-like life-saving book into your hand, and after reading it every day, even a naturally loyal person will become much more judgmental.

Fighting until now, even the main protagonist of this battle, Impermanence, is nowhere to be found, why should the two of them who help the fist die. Besides, the fight just now has already moved fundamentally, and I am afraid it will be difficult to return to the peak state without spending three or five years of cultivation.

Thinking of this, the two of them invariably increased their offensive, forcing the whistle stick man and Mo Mei to retreat again and again, this situation lasted for three breaths, and the two of them withdrew their strength at the same time, their bodies were shiny, and they merged with their natal objects and fled to the north. The speed was astonishing to everyone present. The most important reason why the Avatar Cultivator is not easy to fall, in addition to his strong means, is that he is extremely fast, and even if he can't beat it, he can run away.

Mo Mei looked at the young man with the whistle stick, and said softly: "I want to leave, but the girl's interest has already risen, and I am afraid that I can't let you go away like this if you don't play enough." ”

The two of them flashed with black light, and with the blessing of the black phoenix and the black panther phantom, they dragged out a long tail of light and chased towards the north.

The originally lively sky fell cold, and only the trace of uncooled energy left by the fierce battle just now kept stretching and distorting, leaving the last wisp of light and heat in the world, and he was unwilling to withdraw from this sky.

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Chen Yunsheng looked at the group of black yīn soldiers opposite, looked at the Tianshui City that looked dilapidated in the sun, looked at the soldiers who were trembling with fear, and thought of his mother being killed, his father died tragically, and an originally happy family was destroyed, thinking of Gu Siqin's father and son dying in battle, thinking of Ye Chuanyun's corpse and bones not existing, thinking that Han Jiangyan was almost insulted even by his corpse, so many shadows of the Heavenly Dome Sect monks appeared in his sea of knowledge one by one, and a roar from the bottom of his heart blurted out, "Kill! Kill!"

"Rush!" Black Bone released an ice flower in the sky, and everyone in the Fire Hall shouted a word Rush, giving birth to Megatron.

"Attack!" Zhuge Jing shouted.

"Kill!" Xue Li shouted, the fire guard was like a slow gear, slowly accelerating, rushing to the opposite side, but once the momentum was up, it was unstoppable, and any enemy who stood in front of the fire guard battle array would be crushed.

"Kill, kill, kill!" "Kill, kill!" The black broken intestine cāo picked up three flying swords and rushed to the front, this kind of scene he will never forget for the rest of his life, even if he dies in the field, he will die a well-deserved death.

"Tear them apart!" Luo Zhiqing waved his hand coldly, and the twenty wolf demons erupted into a landslide and a cracked howl.

The monks of the Shura Gate on the opposite side also had some movement, they let out a buzzing strange scream, and the black flags in their hands burst out with bursts of thick black smoke, and countless black ghosts were faintly visible swimming in the smoke. These ghost cultivators did not lose their fighting spirit because of the departure of the leader of the war, they were forbearing, cold, like a walking corpse, mechanically casting the established spells.

The two black-pressed lines pressed towards each other, the Flame Hall and the Heavenly Dome Sect on one side, and the Shura Gate on the other, and the two sides launched a white-knuckle battle that was almost hand-to-hand combat a hundred miles south of Tianshui City. The rumbling drums of war mingled with the shouts of killing, and the monks on both sides were like carps crossing the river, stirring, jumping, and rushing to the opposite side.

The power of the black banner of the Shura Gate is not small, and the black wind released can eat people's blood, and normal people are wrapped in black smoke, and they will turn into dry bones without a stick of incense. However, the restraint methods of the Tianqiong faction are not less, Cao San has issued a long-range attack magic weapon for each monk, which is a simple machine crossbow, although it is not very powerful, but it is expensive in the speed shè, each person has a hundred crossbow arrows, and can be finished between ten breaths, such a speed is rare in the magic weapon, he named this machine crossbow Zhuge crossbow, the reason why this name is called is a bet with Zhuge Jingyu.

Cao San insisted that his crossbow machine could complete a hundred crossbow arrows within ten breaths, and Zhuge Jingyu expressed disbelief, and Cao San won, in order to remind everyone that Zhuge Jingyu had lost to himself, he called the name of the crossbow machine Zhuge crossbow, who knew that later generations only remembered the name of Zhuge crossbow, but forgot the refining master Cao Zijian, and thought that Zhuge Jingyu invented this quite simple, but has a certain deterrent ability.

Thousands of crossbow arrows rushed towards the Shuramen's camp like flying locusts, and in an instant, more than three hundred Shuramen's yīn soldiers were pierced through their bodies. But it didn't prevent these yīn soldiers from continuing to fight, they were like puppets who didn't know the pain of the Dao, urging the magic weapon in their hands, and black dragon-like black smoke sprayed towards the Flame Hall, and in an instant, thirty monks were engulfed in black smoke, and it only took three breaths to leave only a puff of white bones.

Zhuge Jingyu watched the battle from a high altitude, and stomped the thunder fire beast under his feet, and the thunder fire beast that had suffered a dark loss just now was officially furious at this time, and a lightning bolt the thickness of a water tank came out of his head, and at the same time spewed out a stream of lava-like fire, that is, between ten breaths, there were hundreds of Shuramen's yīn soldiers buried under the thunder fire.

Most of these yīn soldiers' cultivation and Taoism are not high, but their number far exceeds that of the Heavenly Dome Sect and the Flame Hall, coupled with the perverted characteristics of not feeling pain, even if they cut off their arms, they can still fight, and the two sides are actually evenly matched.

From top to bottom, from left to right, there were battles everywhere for dozens of miles, with blood and bones everywhere. In such a bleak situation, the partial sunlight is excellent, the clear sky does not even have a trace of flowing clouds, and the scenery of flesh and blood is blurred under the blue sky and white rì, except for the tragic or tragic.

Xue Li's claws clashed, and Shengsheng tore a yīn soldier into dozens of pieces, black blood and flesh filled the sky, making him feel sick. When I turned around, I saw that Jin Furong was surrounded by three yīn soldiers, and she couldn't support it. He couldn't help but hit the fire upward, and without even pinching the magic trick, ten fire crows appeared out of thin air, fluttering the bodies of the three yīn soldiers, and in an instant, the flames flew high, and the three yīn soldiers gradually turned into ashes in the flames.

Jin Furong patted her heart and took a long breath, this kind of extremely tragic fight was beyond the range she could bear, and smiled at Xue Liyan, the woman obediently hid behind him, becoming a little bird, of course, only at this time would she behave so cutely.

Cao San moved in the wind, constantly shying out arrow feathers, his target was the head of the yīn soldier, each arrow was a sharp flash, straight hit the opponent's head, only by hitting the head can the opponent be completely killed. Of course, he also has to defend against the opponent's spells and [this chapter is not finished, please click on the next page to continue reading!]

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