"Haha, my gossip is imprisoned, it's amazing!" Wanzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The other four were speechless, but the more they cooperated, the more tacit they understood, the hungry wolf corpse was still falling freely in the air, clearing the eight people who had already flown towards the chaotic battle.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first!" Zhang Mo shouted.

"Damn, that's a 'Yellow Order Sevenfold'!" , Wanzhou felt that it was too much, and floated, "You can't even disturb half a breath, no, even a tenth of a breath."

"And the tiger Ben, not afraid"

Han Biao repelled his opponent and took two steps back, he was really shocked, the moment he saw the five people flying over, he began to doubt his life.

"Cao, what's the situation?!" Now the four people of Liuyun Mountain are all at the end of the strong crossbow, and they will die in a few more rounds, and he is also a lot of consumption, and it is not easy to deal with another group of new forces at this time.

"Kill", the five-person squad didn't answer, scrambling to be the first, and broke out!

"Gossip imprisoned!"

Qiankun Kanli is like a hexagram with blue light, and in an instant, the cold breath compresses from all directions.

"Draw the ground as a prison!"

A circle of light formed with Han Biao as the center, rapidly contracting.

"Meteor Hammer!"

He Cao threw out with all his might, and he was unstoppable.

It's just that although a few people joined forces, they were facing the 'Yellow Order Sevenfold' realm, and at this moment, everyone had truly seen the ability of a high-level powerhouse to press the bottom of the box.

Carrying the seemingly overwhelming attack of wind and thunder, before he arrived in front of him, Han Biao shouted wildly, his body suddenly shrunk, and the sudden shrinkage of his body left him enough time and space, and the vitality around him gushed out, instantly turning into black gas, his right hand stretched out from the black gas, and his five fingers swirled in the air, pointing like the wind, pointing everywhere, with himself as the center, a black vortex was drawn out in an instant.

Once formed, the whirlpool swirled endlessly, creating a rapidly rotating whirlpool of air.

The attacks of several people came with a bang, colliding with the extremely fast rotating whirlpool, and they were all overwhelming forces, but at the moment of the collision, except for a small "hiss" in mid-air, there was no sound at all.

I saw that the whirlpool was compressed by the joint attack of several people by three feet, but it was these three feet that exhausted all the offensive of several people, and they were unable to take another step forward, not only that, but the black whirlpool began to counterattack back.

Several people's faces were pale, and the black light on Han Biao's face flashed, and he shouted angrily, fighting for huge consumption, killing a few first!

With five fingers and one finger, this whirlpool ascended to the time and flourished, summoning several figures in mid-air.

"Run!" Zhang Mo typed out the word "escape" scripture.

He felt that the 'Yellow Order Sevenfold' master was defending with all his might, concentrating, and forcibly influencing the scriptures of the will might not work, so it was better to follow the trend and let him have no intention of fighting, even if he had a trace of the idea of running away, being afraid of death, the situation was unfavorable, and preserving his strength, the scripture of the word "escape" would work!

Han Biao was in a trance, his consumption was huge, and he was almost at the end of his crossbow, now he didn't have an advantage, he was left in the green mountains, he was not afraid of no firewood, so he ran first, the whirlpool was affected by his spirit, and his rotation speed and strength dropped instantly.

No, running away will be punished by the Holy Religion!

The black vortex spun at breakneck speed.

If you don't escape, you might die!

The speed of rotation began to decline again.

"Heaven sent it!"

Han Biao's hesitation, the eyes of the senior brother of the Tiger Bentang who were fighting against him lit up, the long sword in his hand was shining, and he shouted loudly, bursting out with twelve points of vitality, and the human sword was one, and he rushed straight away.

A look of pain appeared in Han Biao's eyes, "escape" or war?

For the first time in my life, I was so hesitant!

"Ahh

But the opportunity has been lost, this person from the Tiger Bentang is also a 'Yellow Order Sevenfold', he was besieged before, and his vitality was greatly consumed, at this time it is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can he not fight to the death?

"Hiss"

The two were at loggerheads.

"Kill" Zhang Mo shouted.

The cleaning of the five-person hall broke out at the same time.

"Gossip imprisoned!"

"Draw the ground as a prison!"

"Meteor Hammer!"

"Wind Slash!"

"A bunch of crumbs!" Han Biao was furious, and the black qi on his face flickered continuously.

Zhang Mo's forehead jumped suddenly, his headache was terrible, and he continued to cast scriptures on high-level powerhouses, and the pressure on the Yuan Shen was huge, which made him have a splitting headache, he endured it, and saw a glimmer of opportunity, and a scripture emerged.

"Slow!"

Han Biao's black vortex was about to expand, and suddenly, his movements slowed down, and he actually slowed down.

Tiger Ben's senior brother used all his strength to thrust the long sword forward.

"Poof"

The sword pierced into the center of the vortex!

Han Biao opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole face turned black, but his eyes were red, and the whirlpool expanded a few points, blocking the pillar of light and the shining hexagram, his left hand grabbed the meteor hammer that blasted first, and his right hand quickly took out a red pill and swallowed it in his mouth.

"Bloodthirsty Pill!"

A bloodthirsty pill that stimulates the body's potential, an absolute battlefield emergency pill, can be effective instantly when it enters the stomach.

"Spit on!"

Zhang Mo's scripture broke out!

At the end of Han Biao's real crossbow at this time, he was instantly affected by the scriptures, and he only felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and a breath of air rose from his stomach, and he opened his mouth to spit out the pill.

"Poof!"

The sword pierced through the vortex and plunged into his chest.

"Poof!"

Ni Shou's swift wind slashed his head off.

His head spun in mid-air, and he actually saw his own body, which fell from the sky.

"I died at the hands of a bunch of stray hairs? …………”

Zhang Mo knelt on the ground, holding his head, his face was pale, and he gasped for breath.

With Han Biao's death, the situation reversed in an instant.

The remaining three members of the 'Western Holy Sect' glanced at each other.

"!"

"The Wind Tights"

"Let's go!"

"Wind Slash"

"Gossip Imprisonment"

"Damn, they're all dead, ...... I haven't used the painting ground as a prison ......"

"Made, my meteor hammer is empty, and there's no one left?"

This is the difference between a cult and a decent one, as soon as the leader dies, he immediately scatters the birds and beasts, if the three of them fight to the death, the members of the autumn hunting team will definitely have a hard time, but the three of them just run away frantically, and it is too easy to kill the three people who have no fighting spirit.

In the valley, the four of Hu Bentang were all injured, and when they were tired, they collapsed directly to the ground, panting heavily.

Cleaning up 3 halls and fighting a series of fierce battles is also a huge consumption, and they all sit on the ground.

The one who stabbed Han Biao to death struggled to sit up and said, "Senior brothers, thank you very much, which class are you?" What is your name? ”

Ni Shou leaned against a big tree, took a breath, and introduced: "We are cleaning 3 halls, my name is Ni Shou, this is He Cao, Zhang Mo, Wanzhou, Duanmu Zongchang, what about you, senior brother?" ”

The man said: "We are from the 11th hall of Huben, my name is Yannan, this is Feng Zhao, Ma Liang, Zhang Guohao", and then spit out blood stasis, his fingers trembled slightly, pointing to the two corpses on the ground wearing Liuyun Mountain costumes, with a heavy pain in his voice, and a sad look on his face, and said: "Alas, it's a pity for these two people, the two of them were rare cultivators, but now they are dead in this Heifengyu." ”

The sadness on Yan Nan's face made Zhang Mo more aware of the cruelty of war.

"Hmph, I didn't expect the Western Evil Party to be so rampant this time!" The thin and tall Feng Zhao said indignantly.

"This time the evil party is coming, we must be prepared, it seems that we are going to fight hard", Zhang Guohao said, "We have to discuss how to act next?" ”

"Who is the deacon of the three of you?" Ma Liang asked.

He Cao and the others looked at Zhang Mo, Zhang Mo struggled to sit up, and said, "It's me."

"You guys are good, fight the strong with the weak, divide and divide, break each one, and have a high tactical literacy!" Yan Nan gasped and praised sincerely.

Feng Zhao's face turned pale, leaned on a big tree, and said: "This place is not suitable for a long time, quickly collect the loot, transfer the place, we have to repair and heal." ”

Everyone nodded, cheered up, dragged their tired bodies to search the magic weapons and belongings of the cult members, and quickly moved the location.