"No, it can't be!"

The old woman's head hurt sharply, and her eyes widened.

She was unwilling, unacceptable, and seemed to have more powerful hole cards unused.

But in the end, all thoughts fell silent, and the body fell limply.

Woohoo!

The light blue sword qi shuttled and jumped among the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall.

Spell blocking is useless, magic weapon blocking is useless, you don't even need to pierce it, you can bypass the magic weapon by slightly deflecting an angle, pierce through the shield, and slash with a very low cost.

"No!"

"This is the Monk of the Foundation!"

Between a few breaths, seventeen or eighteen disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall were killed in battle, with holes in their foreheads, and there was no sign of a decrease in the speed of death, but whenever the sword qi came, they would inevitably die, and there was no correlation with the level of cultivation.

"Run!"

The disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall quickly collapsed and fled in all directions, the old woman died, no one controlled their prohibition anymore, and the battle intent collapsed to a point that was far inferior to the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect.

In the end, they all died in the siege of the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect, and none of them managed to escape.

Everyone watched in awe as the almost transparent sword qi dissipated.

"Little Uncle Ancestor! Can the disciple be at your side, before and after the saddle? ”

Li Sanyuan's eyes were hot, and he asked loudly.

The others' eyes lit up as they looked expectantly in the direction in which the sword qi dissipated.

"The son of Li Mingda's predecessor ......"

Jiang Ding didn't ignore his words, and pondered for a moment: "I don't have time, continue to move forward to gather the sect disciples, I want ninety percent of the spoils of these demon thieves, not too much, not too little." ”

This ratio is appropriate.

Because he has the ability to annihilate and does not need assistance.

"Yes, Little Uncle Ancestor!"

Li Sanyuan was disappointed and said respectfully.

The invisible light circled around and continued to move in the direction of the Seven Feather Sect mark.

As he entered the ten kilometers of the mark, more and more battles were encountered, and there were battles between the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect and the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall everywhere.

The former has a ban on him, and the latter is not far behind, and the blood of both sides is constantly spilled.

Jiang Ding only occasionally made a move, so as not to be predicted by others, and killed the center of the battlefield at the highest speed in a hidden state.

Rumble!

Boom!

In the central battlefield, the aura of various spells exploded, rolled, flesh and blood flew sideways, zombies turned into fishy and stinky pieces of flesh, and ghosts dissolved in screams.

At least two thousand Seven Feather Sect disciples and one thousand fifteen hundred Blood Slaughter Hall disciples gathered in this place!

The two sides opened a distance of dozens of meters, released zombies, spirit beasts and puppets, and fought to the death in the form of squads and large armies.

Jiang Ding observed the battlefield slightly.

Here, the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect finally united in an orderly manner.

The fire veins are together, the wood veins are together, and the earth veins are together, and there is no further interference in casting spells on each other, and from time to time there are pieces of firebirds, earth spears, golden knives, etc., shooting towards the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Palace, and there can also be a small increase between similar spells.

It's just that there is still no blessing from the monk's basic military formation, and they simply gather together to cast spells, which is far inferior to the opponent.

In addition, the Blood Slaughter Hall also had opponents that had not been seen in this direction before.

Some black-robed disciples with powerful ghosts surrounding the palace appeared on the battlefield, holding pitch-black long flags that were very high, and summoned as few as three or five as many as ten powerful ghosts with a wave of their hands.

Other disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall who had a blood-colored palace on their robes were of a different style, blood-colored sword light flying vertically and horizontally, and they were in groups, cutting off any spells that stood in their way.

Before many of the Seven Feather Sect disciples could react, they were sliced into countless pieces by the blood-colored sword light.

Hyakki Peak!

Blood Peak!

Coupled with the disciples of the Poison Zombie Peak encountered in this direction before, the three major elder families of the Blood Slaughter Hall all sent their disciples and vassal families to come, each with more than 500 people, and the anger was shocking.

"Their heritage is a little more sophisticated, and it's better suited to war ......"

Jiang Ding thought, flying in the sky on the battlefield, ignoring the blood around him.

In the divine soul, the dotted lines of the magnetic field are distributed within a kilometer range, and people and spells are touching them every moment, bringing him detailed information.

A little bit of searching, little by little.

"Found it!"

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed, and he pounced in the direction of a boy.

……

"Senior brother! I can't stand it! ”

"I can't stand it!"

Wu Makong wept bitterly, there was an extra blood mark on his chest, his flesh and blood were dry, and the cultivation of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation could not do anything on the battlefield at all.

"A large number of our Water Vein Senior Brothers died when they met, and pieces of blood knives fell, and they really couldn't stop it!"

"I'm the only one left to escape!"

"How can it be so sharp?"

Li Qingyun also felt a little chill in his heart.

As far as the eye could see, more than 2,000 disciples of the Seven Feather Sect gathered on a small hillside, relying on the array to set up defenses one by one, and the number of people was more than the opposite, so they could fight no matter what.

but

The black-haired zombies roared in pieces, jumping several feet high in one step, not afraid of death, and the spells hit in pieces, and they didn't care if they were beaten into pieces of flesh and blood, and continued to kill.

From time to time, there are ghosts shuttling back and forth in the zombie's body, laughing strangely, and casting all kinds of weird and vicious spells.

If many disciples of the Seven Feather Sect don't check, they will be bruised all over their bodies and go bankrupt and die.

That's all.

What's even more terrifying is in the zombies, in the center of the care of the disciples of the hundred ghosts and the poisonous zombies.

The disciple of the Blood Transformation Peak was wearing a black robe, and he didn't even unfold the shield on the surface of his body, and all the mana in his body poured into a mouthful of blood knife magic weapon.

Woohoo!

The Dao Dao sword light was terrifying, forming a knife array, and a monk of the same level would be cut into two if he didn't pay attention, and the essence blood was sucked dry, which added to the power of the sword light.

The disciples of the three peaks of the Blood Slaughter Hall cooperated too closely!

The poisonous stiff frontal resistance, the hundred ghosts interfered with the dark arrows, and the blood turned into a frontal attack, and the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect were not only subjected to a lot of interference, but also had to face a mouthful of bloody knives, and they were powerless to stop it, and a large number of disciples died every moment.

In just a few dozen breaths, the number of dead and wounded has reached hundreds, and there is a faint tendency to collapse.

"Seven senior brothers!"

Li Qingyun looked at the Seven True Legends of the Sect.

Although he cultivated Qi at the peak of his cultivation, and the Heavenly Spirit Root was the actual senior brother of the sect, he was willing to give some respect to these much older disciples.

"Uncle Xiao will be here soon, please hold on a little longer."

'Why don't you go up?' The Heavenly Spirit Root Cultivator will be much stronger than his peers. ’

The seven True Disciple disciples were dissatisfied in their hearts, but they didn't dare to attack, so they had to wave their sleeves and lead the elite disciples to fly to the battlefield to plug the gap that was about to collapse.

The front is still shaky, though.

From time to time, people died, the essence blood was devoured by the blood knife, the soul was collected by the hundred ghosts, and the corpse was put into a storage bag, and nothing was wasted.

But it was still barely deadlocked.

"Senior brother, there is something strange about this time, there shouldn't be so many people in the Blood Slaughter Palace, there were only five or six hundred people at most in previous years, and it was only a single peak."

"Even I suspect that the three sons of the Blood Slaughter are here!"

"It's too abnormal!"

Wu Makong faintly transmitted: "There may be ...... in the sect You also know the temper of the little uncle, and he will never take risks easily, so he may not be ...... in such a situation."

"We need to plan ahead."

"Hugh is talking nonsense!"

Li Qingyun's face remained unchanged, and the voice of the voice scolded sternly.

"Blood slaughter of the three sons, the poisonous zombie has appeared!"

In the distance, someone exclaimed, the front was visibly collapsing and festering, and a large number of zombies poured in from the breach.

(End of chapter)