When the middle-aged Taoist man with a gloomy face in a yellow robe disdainfully threw the body of the black-clothed Miaozhu on the ground, the tragic strangulation in the first roundabout of Kunlun continued.

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Ming Qiqi looked at the gray figure like a small shadow without saying a word, and rushed towards Ha Mo Luo alone, rushing towards Ha Mo Luo and the hundreds of red-robed people behind him.

He had just pierced through a Kunlun disciple who was hiding in the temple on one side, and then ruthlessly picked out the demon Luo who flew out, squinting his eyes, and the cold light came out of those two thin cracks.

"Put!"

Looking coldly at the gray figure that seemed feminine, but was fearless of death, rushing towards him and the hundreds of red-robed cultivators behind him, a low roar came out of his throat.

With this command, a large expansive white flame suddenly came out from the more than 100 red-robed cultivators who were closely behind him and more than a dozen feet away from him. These white flames of light resemble rockets in the night sky, but the fireworks of these rockets are all white.

White Bone Phosphorus Rocket!

It seems that the basic standard weapons in the mortal army, all the red-robed people carry a large amount of white bone phosphorus rockets in addition to a large amount of blue fire phosphorus sand!

Tens of thousands of red-robed cultivators combined, the number of Blue Fire Phosphor and White Bone Phosphorus Rockets would be so amazing!

Even in Zhanzhou Zedi, such a large amount of blue fire phosphosand and white bone phosphorus rockets may be accumulated over several years, or even decades.

Now, Zhanzhou Zedi seems to have brought all their accumulated blue fire phosphosand and white bone phosphorus rockets to Kunlun, although the red-robed people who are now following behind Ha Mo Luo have only fired thousands of white bone phosphorus rockets in an instant, but even if it is just these white bone phosphorus rockets, they are overwhelming, giving people the feeling that Zhanzhou Zedi is going to pour out all the accumulated blue fire phosphosand and white bone phosphorus rockets and their anger and hostility accumulated in Kunlun over the years.

And under the shroud of the Netherworld Blood Spring, this kind of white bone phosphorus rocket, which is not a powerful magic weapon at all, also showed extremely strong lethality.

Unlike the blue fire phosphor sand, which did not have much piercing power and only adhered to the burning, thousands of dense white bone phosphorus rockets shot down instantly covered a distance of hundreds of zhang, piercing through the roofs of many temples with a puff, and piercing into the bodies of many Kunlun disciples who had no time to dodge, killing them instantly.

The gray figure that rushed towards Ha Moluo was located in the most dense place of the white bone phosphorus rockets, even if it was just a sparrow, in his position, I was afraid that his body would be pierced by four or five white bone phosphorus rockets, but the gray figure was not dead. Just as thousands of white bone phosphorus rockets were fired out all at once, an umbrella suddenly spread out from his hand and blocked in front of him.

Except for the yellow glow of the umbrella, it didn't seem to be much different from an ordinary oilcloth bamboo umbrella, but all the white bone phosphorus rockets that hit it were instantly bounced off.

A sneer appeared in Ha Mo Luo's eyes, and the mana fluctuations emanating from the gray figure, Ha Mo Luo could tell that the cultivation of this gray-robed man was still above him, but under the shroud of a magic circle like the Nether Blood Spring, this gap in cultivation was almost completely non-existent. Although those white bone phosphorus rockets were not able to kill this gray-robed Kunlun disciple, they also completely suppressed all the Kunlun disciples hidden in the temple and darkness in front of them. On his own side, there were at least dozens of people who could help him deal with this gray-robed Kunlun disciple who rushed alone.

The figure of Ha Mo Luo suddenly stopped, which made the distance between the red-robed people behind him and him instantly become several feet, and the moment his figure paused violently, the white bone spear in his hand spun violently, and stabbed fiercely on the yellow-light umbrella in front of the gray-robed man.

The yellow tarpaulin-like umbrella was like a withered leaf, and it was swept away by the fierce blow of the Hamara. However, the figure of the gray-robed Kunlun disciple who came out of the eighth roundabout and had never even seen Nangong Xiaoyan before was in the air, falling straight down along the white bone spear with an astonishing degree, and the afterimage dragged out was like a gray swimming snake in the air, strange and palpitating.

It was just that in an instant, the distance between him and Hamala was no more than five zhang, and such a distance made most of the red-robed cultivators who were following him involuntarily stop their hands. One is because the flying escape technique of this gray-robed Kunlun disciple with a cold aura makes them unable to lock his true location for a while, and more because this gray-robed Kunlun disciple and Ha Mo Luo are already too close to each other, and many of their spells and magic weapons are difficult to use, otherwise they may cause accidental injuries to Ha Mo Luo.

Ha Mo Luo suddenly snorted heavily, originally because this gray-robed Kunlun disciple took the initiative to abandon the umbrella and the extremely strange escape method, he had already lost the opportunity, although the white bone spear could change the length at will, but after all, it was a line slower, but just when he let out a heavy cold snort, his hands suddenly let go of the white bone spear, and the moment he let go of the white bone spear that had killed more than twenty Kunlun disciples in his hand, two white lights turned out in his hands, but they were two giant elephant-like white bone knives, flying up and down towards the gray-robed Kunlun disciple。

At the same time, five or six flying swords also shot from all sides, wringing towards the gray figure.

Among the so many red-robed people behind him, after all, there are also some who have cultivated flying swords, and in this case, the flying sword of the Heart God Imperial Envoy is not afraid of accidental injuries like other spells.

Under the shroud of such a magic circle as the Netherworld Blood Sea, the current battle between the two sides has indeed taken on a scene similar to that of a battle between mortal armies in the world. Because the power of most of the spells has been greatly weakened, the war between cultivators who can only rely on magic weapons to the greatest extent is similar to hand-to-hand combat between mortals. And the white bone twin knives in Ha Mo Luo's hand and the flying swords that came from five or six strangulation had already sealed all the paths of the gray figure in an instant.

At this moment, I am afraid that only people like Gu Liuyun and Luo Bei, who cultivate the practice of sanctification of the flesh, can be able to block the strangulation of the white bone twin knives and those flying swords, in fact, under the shroud of the magic circle of the Netherworld Blood Sea, a cultivator who cultivates the practice of sanctification of the flesh and has a very strong body will have a greater advantage than a cultivator who cultivates other exercises. But judging from the mana fluctuations and aura on this gray-robed man, what this gray-robed man cultivated was obviously not a physical sanctification exercise.

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The snake-like figure of the gray-robed man suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a bloody light burst out from behind him. A tricky sword light caught his bearings and stabbed him in the back. This made him like a swimming snake suddenly nailed to the ground by a nail, but he didn't even make any sound, just silently stretched out his hand.

A terrifying sword intent burst out from between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and a blazing sword yuan like a silver tree suddenly burst out, shattering Hamala's double swords with an unstoppable momentum, penetrating through Hamara's chest, and when the violent impact force took Hamala backwards and flew out, the blazing silver sword yuan rushed out from behind him.

The gray figure still exuded that feminine and cold aura on his body, but at this moment, he seemed to be holding a silver spear that was more violent than the white bone spear of the Demon Luo, and raised the body of the Demon Luo high in the air and picked it in the eyes of all the Kunlun disciples in the first ring of Kunlun.

Natal Sword Yuan!

Even though most of the power has been weakened, the Natal Sword Yuan still has a power far beyond that of ordinary flying swords at this time.

It wasn't until the moment before he was killed by the unstoppable Blazing Sword Yuan that he reacted that this powerful gray-robed Kunlun disciple cultivated the Natal Sword Yuan. Previously, this gray-robed Kunlun disciple had always concealed his truly powerful strength, and even when the flying sword was hanging on his body, he didn't use his natal sword element, so he didn't expect that what he cultivated was actually a natal sword element.

And the reason why this gray-robed Kunlun disciple did this was that he couldn't think of this, so that when he instantly burst out the Natal Sword Yuan Strike at such a close distance, he didn't have time to block it. Obviously, the gray-robed Kunlun disciple had only one purpose, and that was to kill Ha Mo Luo. However, at the moment when he was killed by him, when he reacted, he couldn't help but think, could this gray-robed Kunlun disciple still escape?

It's just that Han Moluo still didn't expect that this gray-robed Kunlun disciple had no intention of escaping at all. At the moment when the natal sword element assassinated Hamala with one blow, his natal sword yuan suddenly burst out with dazzling brilliance and exploded violently.

The entire Natal Sword Yuan turned into thousands of silver sword qi, flying vertically and horizontally in the night sky of Kunlun. The body of the gray-robed Kunlun disciple was instantly shattered by countless sword qi, and countless blood springs also gushed out from the bodies of many red-robed people within thirty-four zhang of him.

Self-destructing Natal Sword Yuan!

Nangong Xiaoyan's hands and feet were cold, and an indescribable feeling filled his chest, "You don't have to go, he will definitely die." Nangong Xiaoyan finally understood why Ming Seventeen could say this sentence so definitely before Ming Seventeen. Because that gray-robed Kunlun disciple who was the same as Ming Seventeen had been unable to survive since the moment he appeared, even if Hemo Luo could block the blow of his Natal Sword Yuan, it would be impossible for him to survive under a blow like the self-detonation Natal Sword Yuan.

"Why do you have to let him fight to the death? If I am asked to bring more disciples of the Sword Division with him, I can also kill Hamala, and he will not necessarily die. Nangong Xiaoyan wanted to question Ming Seventeen like this, but a long howl and roar with a tragic aura made him speechless at all.

Originally, many Kunlun disciples did not fully trust Ming Seventeen, a group of gray-clothed Kunlun disciples who had never seen before, and in the depths of many people's hearts, they were a little suspicious of whether these people were trustworthy, or whether it was worth it to completely put their lives in their hands. But everyone saw that the gray-clothed disciple killed Hamara in a silent and incomparably tragic way.

This way of killing the invincible Hamala by one person is completely different from the stimulation of morale and leading a group of people to kill Hamala, at this moment, many Kunlun disciples who had even lost their confidence under the violent assault of Hamaro couldn't help but rush out and launched their most fierce attack on those red-robed people who were swarming in.