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"No, this Jindan monk is just the end of the strong crossbow now, just a strong support. The scimitar five-colored dressed young man had sharp eyes, and he saw that Dongfang Yi's Flowing Fire Ice Shield had a slight pause after blocking more than twenty heavy arrows, although it was very short, ordinary monks couldn't detect it at all, but those who had the courage to pursue Jindan Monk were not ordinary people, and their eyes were so vicious, even for a moment, let the people present find out.

"Avenge the dead tribal warriors!" The stout old man's face was full of astonishment, and the killing machine lingered again, and as soon as the scimitar young man reminded, he also noticed that the benefits of killing a Jindan monk were incalculable, and the other party killed their clan members, and the two sides were already immortal!

Once again, the Black Hawk and Blue Eagle flew in the air, arrows raining down.

"Scratch!" Dongfang Yi's face finally lingered with a trace of anger, and he stretched out his fingers again and shot out several sword qis, but the sword qi was separated from the body, and his face, which was not very good, turned a little paler again, and several flying warriors died tragically in the air, and the body of the spirit eagle spun and fell in the air.

Whoosh, a rain of arrows swooped forward, and the Flowing Fire Ice Shield was hit hard one after another.

Bang! Under the joint strangulation of the Flying Horse Tribe, although the Flowing Fire Ice Shield was strong, it could not withstand the endless shooting of fire and thunder arrows, and after I don't know how many arrows were blocked, a heavy arrow broke through the shield.

A white and immaculate hand moved like lightning and grabbed the arrow, but the powerful impact of the arrow still penetrated the flesh for three points, and blood poured out of the wound again.

Dongfang Yi didn't have a trace of pain on his cold face, and directly stretched out the arrow in his hand to the strong man who led the green eagle, and this heavy arrow was a few points faster than when it came.

No Zhuji Monk could resist the angry blow of the Jindan Monk, and the screams rang out, and the heavy arrows passed through the sixth-order spirit eagle one after another, as well as the body of the stout man above.

One person and one eagle, equivalent to two monks in the late stage of foundation building, died on the spot again at this time, Jindan was powerful, and it was so powerful!

"Tao'er!" The stout old man shouted in grief and indignation when he saw the strong man who was killed by the arrows, and he rushed towards Dongfang Yi desperately like a mad tiger controlling the spirit birds under the eagle.

The other flying warriors also looked crazy, and although they had given Jindan Nun a certain amount of trauma so far, they themselves had also lost several people.

"What a woman, what a Jindan monk, besieged by three Jindan monks, killed one person, seriously injured two, and was able to escape to this place, I can't imagine that there are such characters in the Mochizuki Immortal Cultivation Realm, if it weren't for us just passing through here, once she escapes back, when she recovers, it will be a big threat to our alliance!"

"But now that the Flying Horse Tribe is working together to suppress this person, I'm afraid we won't be able to intervene. A middle-aged man with a long knife on his back was unwilling, and the deterrent effect of the long knife on his back was particularly prominent, and there seemed to be countless cracks on the long knife, but these cracks did not make people feel that the knife was about to break, but gave people a stronger threat.

Another pink-clothed woman with a beautiful face was like a willow on her waist, her body was light, she was holding a cyan rope in her hand, and her breath was not under the blazing fire sword.

"Although the people of the Flying Horse Tribe are not strong in single combat, the art of joint battle is indeed extraordinary, that is, the three of us join forces, under the siege of the other party, we will also suffer a big loss, but although this Jindan female cultivator is the end of the strong crossbow, but it is not at the mercy of others, the Flying Horse Tribe thinks that it has a good appetite and wants to eat this piece of fat, but it overestimates its own teeth. Gritting his teeth, even if it is a flying riding tribe, he will have to break his teeth with a mouthful. We still have a chance. ”

The scimitar youth smiled, clasped his hands to his chest, and didn't care too much about the battle situation in front of him. It doesn't seem to be worried at all that the great work in front of him will be snatched away by the people of the Flying Horse Tribe.

"Then let's wait and see. It's not good, the old man of the Flying Riding Tribe is desperate!" The pink-clothed nun's face changed slightly.

I saw more than a dozen eagles and birds flapping their wings one after another, and a large number of eagle feathers shot towards Dongfang Yi like an impenetrable storm. The stout old man even took out a thicker fire and thunder arrow from the storage bag, and the fire light on it was intertwined with the thunder light, and it even faintly reached the terrifying aura of the Danyuan magic arrow.

"Death!" The thick heavy arrow, carrying the endless anger of the stout old man, shot through the air and shot towards Dongfang Yi among more than a dozen heavy arrows, and the eagle feathers that were closer to this fire and thunder arrow were burned to ashes.

It is equivalent to more than 20 foundation building monks shooting at the same time, for the usual Dongfang Yi, naturally there is not much threat, but at this time, under the successive injuries, Dongfang Yi's strength has decreased sharply, in the face of this violent attack, Dongfang Yi also realized that this time I am afraid that I will really not be able to survive, but she raised her eyebrows, the majesty of Jindan monk is not allowed to be blasphemed, even if she is already at the end of the strong crossbow, she will never sit still! Dongfang Yi screamed, the bright red lotus tongue stretched out, and an ice fan spit out, the ice fan spread in the air, and in a blink of an eye, it became several feet longer, and it fanned towards the surrounding horizontally, the cold and piercing cold wind surged out of thin air, and even a wisp of broken clouds nearby were rolled for it, and those eagle feathers that shot like knives were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and they lost their direction in the wave of the ice fan, and some even rolled back. Two of the Flying Warriors who were close together were greatly affected, and were even cut by the eagle feathers that were rolled back upside down.

Even those dozen or so heavy arrows were also greatly affected, and if they were fanned a few times in a row, even these arrows would inevitably lose their attack power. It's just that at this time, the bloodshot at the corner of Dongfang Yi's mouth escaped again, and the ice fan action was also stagnant, and more than a dozen heavy arrows once again recovered their hideous fangs.

"Do it, this Jindan nun can't hold on. The young man in the scimitar costume shouted violently, they followed here, naturally they didn't want to watch how the people of the Flying Horse Tribe killed this hostile Jindan nun, no matter who it was, once they killed the hostile Jindan monk, the benefits they would gain were immeasurable.

"Flying snake coil!" "The pink-clothed nun screamed, and the green rope in the place shook out, and at one end of the green rope, a rotating frisbee appeared, with countless sharp knife teeth on it, as long as these knife teeth were twisted, even the gold and stone would be twisted to pieces, not to mention the flesh and blood of people.

"Thousand Feather Knife!" The man with the knife on his back was not to be outdone, the long knife behind his back was pulled, his wrist trembled, and the long knife broke through the air like lightning, and slashed straight towards Dongfang Yi.

The scimitar youth's eyes flashed when he saw the astonishing attack in front of him, and he did not rush to attack, but instead deceived himself into the stormy attack, rushing wildly, not afraid of being torn to pieces by this violent attack at all.