"Chang Gongzi be careful!"

Many disciples of the Great Desolate Hall saw this killing scene and raised their voices one after another.

The faces of the disciples of the Great Wilderness Hall turned pale, and there was only fear left in their minds, the owner of this miserable white arm was a thin old man with a dead breath, and after the identification of the Yuan Infant Realm monk in the remnants, it had already been concluded that it was the sitting remains of the powerful body of the Transformation God Realm in the hands of Zhong Li of the Refining Corpse Valley. Although it is a remain, but Yu Wei is still there, this god realm power sits down to integrate most of the power of the Yuan Infant into the flesh and blood, making this empty flesh and blood bag with unimaginable destructive power, which is very human can stop, and the disciples of the Great Wilderness Hall have suffered too much under the hands of this corpse that has come back from the dead.

Chang Xi, who was in a trance, intentionally or unintentionally recalled a branch in his hand.

When he turned, he slashed with a sword.

Countless disciples of the Great Desolate Hall were dumbfounded, only to see that the black-robed and black-haired son's qi had climbed from the trough to the top floor in a blink of an eye, the black robe was swollen and round, and he waved the green branch with one hand to meet the miserable white withered palm that took him straight to his throat.

The remains of the old man who wanted to tear out of the ground were actually cut back into the ground!

......

Jun Mo led more than 270 people from the remnants of Cangshan to the battlefield on the Eastern Front, and he had already found that the casualties of the Peregrine Falcon Department were more than 30% away.

After paying a huge price for hundreds of robed corpses on the ground, the Peregrine Falcon Department of the Great Wilderness Hall finally trapped the brocade-robed man who was walking leisurely in the middle of the battlefield.

But in Jun Mo's eyes, it is better to say that he alone trapped the entire peregrine falcon department.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the brocade robe man who didn't use weapons when he met last time held a blood-colored halberd in his hand at the moment, although the halberd method was mediocre, but it was better to use the bottomless cultivation as the urge, unstoppable and unavoidable, but whenever there was a disciple of the Great Wilderness Hall who was cut through the flesh by this blood-colored halberd, the essence and blood of the whole body would be sucked away, leaving a withered corpse that was sucked into a human body, and the blood-colored light rising from the halberd was extremely rich, and the bright red silk thread that shot out jumped up like a poisonous snake, and the silk thread either swung or floated over, and the disciples who were not good at cultivating were divided into two or more when they touched it。

Jun Mo's heart was full of murderous intent, and two cold words popped out of the corners of his hideous mouth.

"Zhao Yu!"

Zhao Yu, who was playing with the generals of the Peregrine Falcon Department with his own strength, turned his head and looked at it, the corners of his mouth curled, the halberd swept, and then collected the lives of the two disciples of the Great Wilderness Hall who failed to sneak attack behind him, and raised the halberd high, and a blood-red figure pulled out the afterimage that ran through the battlefield, and the next moment it was already slashed in front of Jun Mo's door.

The spear-tipped halberds collided fiercely with each other, the ground under the feet of the two burst apart, and the two entangled spiritual powers tore out bottomless ravines, and they were swept away within a radius of hundreds of zhang, whether it was the remnants of the Peregrine Falcon or the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demons, they all consciously avoided from afar.

Zhao Yu, the leader of the younger generation of the Blood Spirit Sect, pressed down the halberd in his hand by three points, and said with disdain: "The defeated generals of the Great Wilderness Hall are so anxious to send the essence blood of their hearts to Ben Shao? ”

The green plum wine in Jun Mo's hand turned deep purple, looked directly at Zhao Yu's blood-red eyes, and sneered contemptuously: "It's up to you, you still obediently do your second ten thousand years, if it weren't for the help of the demon girl Bo Ying and the remains of the Transformation God Realm in the first two times, do you think that with your three-legged cat's kung fu, you can help me with this green plum wine? Let your mother's fart!"

Zhao Yu, who was born in an evil cultivator, was suddenly provoked by the vulgar words, sneered in his heart, raised his halberd with both hands, and shook his body with one move, and then slashed again. Among the three rookies of the Ten Thousand Demons, Zhongli, who was the most powerful of the ancient coffin order ancient corpse, followed by Zhao Yu, and finally Bo Ying, who specializes in bed killing. Zhongli's own cultivation is not bad, coupled with the sitting remains that can drive the power of the Transformation God Realm, Zhao Yu thinks that it is a hard bone that is not easy to gnaw, but how can you Jun Mo be arrogant in front of me Zhao Yu?

The blood-colored halberd in Zhao Yu's hand is not the substance, but the use of his own strong blood and the blood of the dead who died under his hands to condense it, the halberd slashed at Jun Mo's shoulder, and when it was close to the artifact green plum wine, the shape of the blood-colored halberd changed in vain, and the halberd turned into a nine-section whip and bypassed the green plum wine and took the shoulder of the seven-foot male man.

The armor on Jun Mo's shoulders is forged from rare and precious thousand-year-old salt wood, even if the hardness is comparable to black gold, the entire shoulder guard is easily slashed by the poisonous nine-section whip, and the whip head is like a poisonous snake with its head on its head, going and returning, and it has the posture of destroying all the armor on Jun Mo's body.

The Great Wilderness Hall practiced from top to bottom is extremely powerful marksmanship, only impure and vicious villains will use this treacherous long whip method, Jun Mo felt more and more that the Jinhua robe in front of him polluted his eyes, and the green plum wine in his hand bounced away the nine-section poisonous snake that he didn't know how to do with a profound arc collapse skill, and there was thunder in his eyes, and there was a thunder arc between the palms, pulling the bloody nine-section whip.

Zhao Yu saw that Jun Mo held a square inch of thunder in his palm, and he couldn't pull back the nine-section whip, so he simply gave up the blood qi that condensed into a nine-section whip, and just let go, the scarlet viper, which was still arrogant, suddenly lost its source of strength, and was scorched into a pool of scorched and foul-smelling residue by Jun Mo's square inch thunder in an instant.

Zhao Yu stretched out his hand and made a move, and all the blood scattered on the ground on the battlefield became agitated, whether it was the blood of the soldiers of the Great Wilderness Palace, or the blood of the evil cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demons, all floated up from all over the battlefield, like a strip of red satin gathered in Zhao Yu's hand to condense into a blood ball, and the blood ball changed in his hand.

Seeing this, Jun Mo sneered, his two thick lips looked sharper than the tip of the green plum wine spear in his hand at the moment, and he sneered mercilessly: "What? When you lose the upper hand, you start to search your intestines and stomach and think about which weapon is more convenient to use? What will you demons do except for some yin damage tricks? I hope that you mud that can't help the wall can be proficient in any serious weapons, not to mention that your ancestral tomb is smoking, even if your ancestral tomb is burned down, you won't be able to play any tricks!"

Zhao Yu, who was not as mean as Jun Mo, laughed angrily, and injected a vigorous blood into the blood ball, and then became a hideous-looking blood blade, a knife that caused the world to change, and even if Zhao Yu, who was angry and really angry, even if he didn't know how to use swordsmanship, his power at this moment was far stronger than before, since he had twice teamed up with Bo Ying or the ancient corpse to make this chief of the Great Wilderness Hall return in vain, it could already explain a lot of problems.

The two people who really began to fight for their lives ran through the entire Eastern Front battlefield, the green and purple green plum wine and the scarlet blood blade had collided thousands of times in the blink of an eye, the two figures of one good and one evil were entangled, and the power of fighting for their lives between the monks of the Yuan Infant Realm was enough to make the aura riot of thousands of zhang in radius, and the entire Eastern Front battlefield was in a turbulent wave, whether it was the Great Wilderness Hall or the Ten Thousand Demons, no one dared to easily expose their bodies under the canopy of the sky full of thunderous fury and blood red.

Jun Mo, who was in the center of the deep thunder storm, had his own idea in his heart, the reason why he deliberately provoked Zhao Yu with vulgar words was to make him fight with himself, so that he could drag down and even really kill this rookie of the Blood Spirit Sect here on the Eastern Front, as for the Western Front battlefield, there has been no information that the advance has been blocked, and the overall situation over there has been decided.

However, what he didn't know was that when he fought with Zhao Yu on his side, on the shore of Erhai Lake, Chang Xi had already encountered two other evil cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demons hidden in the shadows.

One against three.