The fighting method between the real people of the robbery law is no longer limited to the size of the space, the ghost toad and others, the powerful monks of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, although they are on the battlefield.

Draw circles with dots, each forming a square circle, and the two collide without affecting the fierce battle between the surrounding monks and zombie ghosts.

The two sides have a tacit understanding of this degree, and once someone takes the opportunity to wreak havoc and kill the low-level monks on the other side, the result will inevitably be a price that both sides are unwilling to bear.

And everyone has eyes, even zombie ghosts, the center of the battlefield has been occupied by the powerful monks of both sides, so the center of the fight is displaced, not to mention that the ghost toad is also ordered like this.

The damage that one person and two Buddhas can cause is really amazing, and with just one blow, the zombie ghosts gathered at the center point, below the silver armor corpse, almost instantly purified more than half.

Now on the side of the ghost toad, he will release the unique spiritual pressure enchantment of the real person with all his strength, and when the encirclement point is rounded, he will cut and block the overflow of the Buddha's light with all his strength.

In the central area of the wasteland, there was no longer their figure, and the battlefield of low-level cultivators was displaced to the mountains, the heavens, and the world, everywhere.

This is the real meaning of the melee, there are no rules at all, there is no rules, the battle has become a competition and consumption until now, there is no meaning at all.

The passage of life has become a bloody river, slowly flowing on the White Bone Mountain, and the opposite side of the dragon boat is the pattern of the battle of powerful cultivators.

Besides, the supreme treasure of the Buddha Sect has been launched, the ship is empty, there is no need to guard, no one is attacking here, because it is too close to the center point, although Li Xiaoyi and they are nervously observing the battle situation, they have nothing to do.

A little embarrassed, Li Xiaoyi turned around, Wang Zheng grinned and smirked, and was hit by him, there was a dead person over there, this guy could actually laugh.

"Do you want to continue to play dead here and wait for this battle to end, or do you want to follow me and kill the corpse and take the head, choose it. ”

Li Xiaoyi's words were undisguised, his voice was very loud, and the Shushan Sword Sect on the other side, who was also confused, immediately sobered up, Mu Jianchen snorted coldly, and led people to kill the mountain range on the other side without thinking about it.

With a grin at the corner of his mouth, Li Xiaoyi sneered, looked in the opposite direction of what he wanted, and said fiercely: "Let's go, let's go get the head!"

Li Xiaoyi's body jumped, jumped on the back of the thunderbolt bat dragon, and looked at the mountains in the distance, the members of the Kunlun team were eager to try.

This battle has been fought with twists and turns, the two methods of Buddhism and Taoism have been exhausted, and the White Bone Mountain can also be said to have a way to deal with it, and the black-faced zombies under the deep stream are still climbing out.

Stepping on the thunder and lightning bat dragon, soaring above the deep stream, the yin soul swooped out from the black wind, desperately swooped out, and the thunder and fire shone around the thunder and lightning bat dragon, without the help of the Kunlun team.

Lei Huo restrained the Yin Spirit, after a few rounds, there was no one who dared to fight to the death, in front of him was the deep stream that he never dared to go down, and now, he still didn't have the courage.

Glancing at both sides of the rock wall, densely packed with zombies, hideous faces, bulging eyes, and skin as black as black soil, Li Xiaoyi took the Kunlun team and flew into the distance.

The iron-armored female corpse didn't know what to do, once upon a time, it was almost a sky-like existence, destroying the people and horses of the Kunlun and Shushan Sword Sects, and chasing Li Xiaoyi ran all over the mountains.

However, now Li Xiaoyi is almost sure that with a face, he can take her head.

Time has passed, the place is still this place, but the people have changed, Li Xiaoyi was proud in his heart, the killing intent in his eyes surged, the thunderbolt bat dragon roared, and there were dragons roaring far and near.

Mu Jianchen looked at it from afar, his face was very tense, people who were not as good as him in the past, after this battle, they will definitely be famous all over the world, and the Kunlun team has the least battle losses at this time, but it has attracted the attention of many people.

First, Li Xiaoyi single-handedly killed a corpse flesh demon, then destroyed a top ghost assassin, stepped on the ancient barbarian beast Thunderbolt Bat Dragon, and led the Kunlun team to guard the dragon boat alone without any help.

Compared with it, the Shushan team led by himself was not as good as everything, and he couldn't help but be anxious in his heart.

After cutting a black-faced zombie in half, the members of the team behind him suddenly exclaimed, I don't know when, his side actually attracted the attention of two silver-armored corpses.

In the distance, there were also ironclad corpses entangled with the members of the team, and Mu Jianchen bit it at all, and he already had a desperate mind.

Because they were two completely different directions, Li Xiaoyi didn't see the predicament that Mu Jianchen's side was in at all, but took the Kunlun team to fight a guerrilla war.

A team turned into five, on the border of the White Bone Mountain, gathered and scattered, and the routines that had been practiced countless times in the Valley of the God of War finally showed its results at this moment.

Li Xiaoyi's purpose is also the purpose of the Kunlun team, only pick up soft persimmons and pinch them, and we don't gnaw hard bones!

Even when Kunlun's disciples were surrounded, there were five squad leaders, plus Chen Yueling, six people and six swords, when the sound of the sword collapsed, if it could not be rescued, Li Xiaoyi would not hesitate to turn around and leave.

When someone starts to question it, Li Xiaoyi will kick the doubter out mercilessly, you go to save it, go and be a hero!

No one spoke out anymore, what Li Xiaoyi wanted was to maximize interests, and what he wanted was to kill efficiently and take the most heads with the least battle losses.

The dead may be alive again, and they will turn into demons and bite you.

He can't save the people who are about to die, because it is a scuffle, too many uncertain factors are involved, and it is likely that a team of ironclad corpses will rush out in the next moment, and the entire team will be wiped out.

In such a battle, Li Xiaoyi is very clear about his goal, even if he can't step on the snow without a trace, he can't be stuck in the quagmire and can't extricate himself.

A temporary fall is a permanent fall, Li Xiaoyi is afraid, so he doesn't care whether the people behind him can understand it or not, at this time he has no explanation, only orders and execution.

The thunder and lightning bat dragon is like lightning, if it is surrounded, he is the sharp knife of the whole team, and he does not retreat or give way, thunder and lightning, jumping out of thin air, with white hair, flying all over the sky.

Followed by his team, and then harvested, what he wanted was to be vigorous and resolute, and what he wanted was to move forward, and gradually adapted to such a rhythm, and the whole team only had a sword, a sword, a sword, and a sword.

The corpses were flying all over the sky with blood, and when the killing was exhausted, Li Xiaoyi turned around and shouted: "Isn't it cool?"

Everyone responded: "Cool!"

He laughed, like a madman, looking for his target again, and killing again!

Kill, kill, kill, kill!

Li Xiaoyi, who returned again, killed the corpse and took the head, and the smiling Yan Luo took his death brigade back and forth, constantly on the ground, not standing for a while, just for the head.

Some people are secretly watching, some people are scolding madmen, and some people have put the most vicious curse on them when they see death and do not save them, and he turns a blind eye to them, and he can't hear them, as long as they kill the most and have the most heads, then it is enough!