The fiery red robe hunted and fluttered, and the martial spirits behind the four people of the Yanmen emerged, with a fierce momentum, killing Xia Hao.

Xia Hao's body was intertwined with thunder and flames, facing the four people of the Yanmen.

Not far away, Jiang Remnant Blood Eagle stared at the wolf Gu and stared at Xia Hao, his eyes were cruel and hideous, and he was even more excited.

"I'm fighting with them!"

Fan Jian got up from the ground, looked at the black eagle who was pierced by an arrow and was tragically killed, and looked around again, Ye Chen, Jiang Remnant Blood, Yanmen and others looked like they were hunting prey, spat on the ground, pulled out the heavy sword behind his back, gritted his teeth, and let out a low roar.

"Be careful. Xia Hao, who was fighting with the four of Yanmen, glanced at Fan Jian and said in a deep voice.

"Hmm!" Fan Jian's expression froze, and in an instant, he saw that on the cliff, a tall young man stepped out from behind Ye Chen, like a heavy cannonball, from the cliff more than three meters high, slammed on the ground, stirring up a turbulent wave of qi, and stepped out again, blasting out towards Fan Jian with a punch.

"Tuoba Chong!" Seeing this tall young man, Fan Jian's face changed.

Obviously, the people behind the third prince Ye Chen are not idle people.

"Wanjing Sword and Shield!"

Fan Jian released the martial spirit, and the heavy sword in his hand was horizontal, and in front of him, translucent glass crystals appeared, which densely intersected, forming a huge light shield like a turtle shell, blocking in front of him.

"Hmph, Fan Jian, can your turtle shell stop me?"

The tall young man snorted coldly, the snow-white hair on his body grew wildly, and a powerful white tiger phantom appeared behind him, and on the fist he handed out, a white wind like a tide was set off, and it slammed into the glass light mask in front of Fan Jian.

Buzz Buzz Buzz!

The glass light cover shook violently, stirring up countless ripples.

It was mixed with the sound of cracking.

Fan Jian's body shook and he took several steps back.

The glass mask finally couldn't support it, and it shattered to the ground like a shattered mirror.

Fan Jian's face flushed, turned pale again, staggered in his steps, and retreated backwards.

"You, don't get in the way here. ”

Before Fan Jian could gain a foothold, an indifferent voice sounded behind him, Ye Chen had already pierced Fan Jian's back with a sword, and the sharp tip of the sword seemed to tear through layers of paper, penetrating the fat on Fan Jian's body, and with blood stains, it leaked out of his chest.

Fan Jian gasped, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.

In the fantasy of Dream Lake, although the body is dead, it is just the dissipation of consciousness, but this pain is really felt. Even, purely conscious feelings, are more real, more profound, more painful.

"Brother Xia Hao, I can't fight side by side with you. ”

Looking at Xia Hao, a smile tugged at the corner of Fan Jian's mouth, "When the end of the year comes, let's settle accounts with them again......"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Jian's figure was shattered like a mirror, dissipating without a trace.

"Now, it's much quieter, and I can free up my hands to take good care of you. Ye Chen threw the short sword that pierced Fan Jian in his hand, looked at Xia Hao, and said with a playful smile.

The confrontation was suspended, and the four people of Yanmen stood in the four corners, surrounding Xia Hao in the middle, and cast a scornful gaze.

It's like Xia Hao, who has become a prey to be slaughtered.

"Hehe, boy, your popularity doesn't seem to be very good. Next, enjoy your trip to the fantasy lake, which is sure to make you unforgettable. ”

Jiang Remnant dragged the scimitar in his hand to the ground, and the blood-colored iron chains were entangled, sonorous, and with Sen Ran.

One by one, eyes converged on Xia Hao, with the pleasure of being sadistic.

Xia Hao's expression was calm.

Fierce fighting resumes in the valley.

One attack after another rushed towards Xia Hao.

Blood stained the ground red, and the robes red.

The atmosphere in the valley became bleak, shrouded in gloomy clouds.

Click!

Big drops of blood were spilled.

I don't know how many encounters and sieges I have suffered, and the fierce fighting has ushered in a short stop. Xia Hao stood in the valley, his hot and thick blood had dyed his robe and body red.

Xia Hao has many scars on his body.

The atmosphere in the valley was a little stagnant.

Looking at this figure that was already covered in blood, the faces of Ye Chen, the people of Yanmen, and even Jiang Remnant Blood and others couldn't help but be a little dignified.

At this moment in the fierce battle, Xia Hao alone has already killed three people from the Yanmen and two followers of Ye Chen, these five people are all cultivators of the Casting Realm.

Xia Hao of the Agni Realm, facing the siege of many Casting Realms, experienced brutal confrontations, even if his blood-stained robes were still standing.

Originally, Ye Chen, the people of Yanmen, and Jiang Remnant Blood and others were still preventing Xia Hao from committing suicide and leaving the Dream Lake Fantasy Realm, so that they could not abuse and humiliate to their heart's content, and there were special people to prevent Xia Hao's hand from giving him the opportunity to commit suicide.

But as the fierce battle continued, they realized that they were thinking too much.

In Xia Hao's eyes, there is no option of "suicide".

There is no compromise or subservience.

Throughout, Xia Hao showed palpitating calmness and amazing fighting skills.

Whether it was Ye Chen, or the people of the Yan Sect, and Jiang Remnant Blood, they never thought that so many Casting Realms, besieging a Flame Realm, would actually fight to such an extent. The initial expectation of humiliation, sadism, and the excitement of hunting and teasing prey is being eaten away and disintegrated as the battle continues.

There were even five people who fell.

It was supposed to be a game of falcon fighting rabbits, fighting, fighting, but it made people feel frightened and terrifying.

Ye Chen, the people of Yanmen, and Jiang Remnant looked at each other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, and the martial soul light behind them bloomed to the extreme.

This battle can no longer be regarded as a game.

Looking around, Ye Chen, the people of Yanmen, and Jiang Remnant Blood and others approached, with murderous intent in their eyes, Xia Hao tore off his sleeves that had been soaked in blood and turned crimson, threw them on the ground, the corners of his mouth raised, and chuckled.

The eyes swept over and remembered the faces in their eyes.

"Three hours have arrived, and the compulsory removal procedure has been initiated. ”

A mechanical voice sounded in Xia Hao's mind.

Xia Hao is in the Dream Lake Fantasy Realm, and the time limit of three hours has arrived.

On Xia Hao's body, a burst of light emerged, and his figure became illusory.

"What!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen, the people of Yanmen, Jiang Remnant and others all changed their faces, but they didn't expect that at this critical moment, Xia Hao's three-hour time limit in the Dream Lake Fantasy Realm had arrived.

But Dream Lake Fantasy started the self-removal process, and it was not at all something they could stop it.

I could only watch Xia Hao's figure disappear.

Looking at Xia Hao's calm expression, they suspected that Xia Hao was only afraid that he had already settled all this.

Dream Lake.

On the smooth surface of the lake, there were bursts of ripples, and then they rippled and scattered, Xia Hao, who was sitting on the round lotus leaves, opened his eyes and woke up.