Just when Ning Zhe's spiritual power burst out, Ao Chunyan and the others on the opposite side were already alert, and Ning Zhe was too far away from the black prison chariot, he only rushed out of half the distance, and the monks on the periphery of the East China Sea Holy City had already surrounded him. Rainbow Literature Network, with you all the way! (.)【】

"Hmph, this stinky boy has a good eye, he knows that he will destroy my black prison chariot first, but unfortunately, the young man is still too reckless, and the price of this recklessness is, death! Haha......" Ao Chunyan suddenly laughed in his heart.

"Surround me and kill him at all costs!"

Ao Chunyan gave an order, and the monks who were originally around him suddenly thought like water that Ning Zhe had covered up the past.

Ning Zhe's face was covered with a layer of frost, and then his left hand stroked his forehead, and the Dan Lake in his body suddenly surged, and a golden-colored river that was like a substance rushed out of the Dan Lake directly, escaping to Ning Zhe's limbs and bones.

At the same time, three golden pills suddenly floated up, spinning rapidly above Ning Zhe's head, and the golden 'colored' pill power directly enveloped his whole person in it. With the blessing of Dan Li, Ning Zhe's speed suddenly accelerated, and the sword of the long sword in his hand soared out, slashing fiercely towards the monk who rushed on the opposite side.

Bang! Bang!

Several muffled sounds came out, and I saw that the five monks who were rushing to the forefront of the East China Sea Holy City were directly pierced through their bodies by Ning Zhe's sword, and they fell to the ground with blood arrows gushing out. And Ning Zhe just snorted, and after his body stagnated slightly, his feet stepped lightly in the air a few times, and his body spread out again.

The monks of the East China Sea Holy City were all stunned, they didn't expect this person to be so brave, just the first sword killed five monks who were refining their own realm.

However, Ao Chunyan's strict orders were first, and their offensive only paused for a few breaths before restarting. This time, they did not rush forward, but sacrificed their talisman treasures one after another, and the various "color" lights reflected each other in the air, smashing towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe looked at the strength in the air that was as dense as rain, breathed a long sigh of relief, and shouted in his heart: "The will of war, condensation!"

As soon as these four words came out, I saw that the spiritual power escaping from around his body suddenly contracted, and the golden light in the sky retracted directly into the long sword in his hand, but there was no longer any protective spiritual power on his body.

After Ning Zhe was silent for a while, he immediately gritted his teeth and rushed forward, the long sword in his hand was like a butcher's knife from hell, every time he fell, there would be blood splashes, and every time he lifted it, someone would retreat violently.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The dull sound of gold and iron and the sound of swords piercing into flesh kept coming, and Ning Zhe needed to repel at least one wave of attacks with every step forward. However, with his fighting intent and the sword light formed by condensing the spiritual power of his whole body, he didn't stop a single step, and moved forward slowly but firmly. （.）

However, the incomparable offensive in exchange for his own extensive injuries, the original black "colored" clothes have been torn apart by the spiritual power falling from the air, his body is also stained red by his own blood, and even his facial features have been unrecognizable by the plasma smeared.

It was at such a price that Ning Zhe actually advanced a hundred zhang in less than ten breaths, and no less than a thousand monks were killed or injured under his sword.

"Waste, you waste, so many people can't stop him alone. Ao Chunyan jumped in place and scolded angrily.

"Donghai Holy Guard, give it to me, be sure to kill it outside the Black Prison Chariot. Ao Chunyan shouted through gritted teeth.

As soon as his words fell, a group of black-clothed people who had been standing behind him said yes at the same time, and then rushed towards Ning Zhe.

Since the beginning of the battle, these people have never left Ao Chunyan for half a step, they are the East China Sea Holy Guards who were ordered to protect Ao Chunyan, and each of them is at least a high-level cultivator in the refining realm, and many of them are masters of the Dan realm. The most terrifying thing is that they are also good at the technique of combined attacks, and even the great cultivators of the Huandan Realm are often not their enemies.

However, at this moment, Ao Yong in the spirit array suddenly wiped away his tear-soaked eyes, he looked at the bloody man who was constantly moving forward in the distance, and felt the pain in his body as if he had been pierced by countless sharp knives.

"Damn, Donghai belongs, it's a man's, follow me! We can't let Lord Ning's blood be shed in vain. At this time, Ao Yong could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and directly left Ning Zhe's words to him behind, and roared angrily.

The thousands of monks standing in the spirit array all saw this scene, and although they were not familiar with Ning Zhe, they were all moved by Ning Zhe's fighting spirit and perseverance. One of them even roared angrily: "For our family, for the sake of the East China Sea Holy City, fight with them!"

As he spoke, he directly rushed out of the spirit array and chased after Ning Zhe's back.

Ao Yong also shouted: "Okay, come with me, cut his 'milk' and 'milk'!"

As he spoke, the spiritual power in his body soared, and the trident in his hand shook violently several times, and a green light rose directly into the sky, chasing after Ning Zhe.

And the more than 1,000 monks who followed him, except for the monks who defended the spirit array, all the rest also came out of the crowd and chased after them.

Ao Chunyan, who was in the distance, saw this scene and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "It's good to come, just to catch you all, haha!"

Ao Yong and the others crashed into the other party's camp in just a few breaths, the anger in each of their hearts was enough to burn a mountain, the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts was like iron stone, and all of them had no intention of going back alive.

However, this kind of life-fighting style actually achieved miraculous results, although the other party's monks were both higher than them in cultivation and Fu Bao, but one side was not afraid of death, and the other side was to deal with errands, and this contact suddenly became superior.

The camp composed of thousands of monks was directly rushed out of the gap by Ao Yong's hundreds of people, and rushed towards the black prison chariot.

Because Ao Yong and the others joined the battle, the pressure on Ning Zhe's side suddenly lightened, he raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on his face, glanced back at Ao Yong, and after sighing lightly, his figure jumped up again, and pounced towards the black prison chariot in front of him.

"Hmph, I want to go over and leave my life behind!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in front of Ning Zhe, and more than a hundred black-clothed people lined up in a line, blocking Ning Zhe's path.

Not only did these people cultivate to a higher level, but even the murderous aura escaping from their bodies was not comparable to those monks just now, Ning Zhe understood that now the opponent's hole cards had just come out.

However, at this time, he was only a hundred feet away from the black prison chariot, and there was absolutely no reason to retreat.

Ning Zhe snorted coldly, did not speak, but raised his hand and swallowed a handful of pills, and then two golden rays flashed under his feet, and rushed towards these black-clothed people.

At this moment, those black-clothed people suddenly raised the halberd in their hands high, and said an obscure word in unison, only to see a black 'color' spiritual power rushing out directly from the tip of the halberd, converging into a black 'color' ball of light in the air, and smashing down towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe's gaze froze, and as soon as the long sword in his hand was retracted, it was directly in front of him, and the golden light on the sword body suddenly brightened.

"Infinite Sword Intent, Slash!"

The long sword that was originally in front of Ning Zhe's body suddenly stabbed out at this time, and a huge golden 'color' light ball collided with the black 'color' ball of light.

Rumble!

The moment the black and golden rays of light converged in the air, a vast and incomparable spiritual power scattered and rushed out, and the few low-level monks closest to them turned into ashes without even humming.

At this time, after all, Ning Zhe had just experienced a bloody battle, and part of the spiritual power in his body had already been consumed, so the golden 'color' light cluster condensed was naturally not as good as when it was in its heyday. What's more, the blow of the black-clothed holy guard implied some kind of formation, and the offensive spiritual power was incomparable.

Therefore, the two had just stalemate for half a breath, and the golden 'color' light cluster was directly crushed into pieces by the black 'color' light ball, and then a black light slammed into Ning Zhe's body.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ning Zhe was directly thrown out more than ten zhang, and his originally slightly pale face was already like paper at this time.

"Lord Ning, Lord Ning!" Ao Yong, who was in the distance, saw this scene, and his heart was immediately anxious, and the offensive in his hand was also several points fierce. However, there were so many people besieging them that it was difficult for him to advance for a moment.

At this moment, a seriously injured monk under Ao Yong roared angrily and said to Ao Yong: "Uncle Yong, take care of my mother!"

With that, he jumped high and rushed towards the monk opposite.

Rumble!

I saw that a wave of spiritual power suddenly surged around his body, and then the whole person exploded.

He, blew himself up!

Although he was only a high-level cultivator of the Self Refining Realm, in this crowded battlefield, no one could dodge, and the destructive power generated by his self-explosion directly took away nearly twenty monks under the East China Sea Holy City.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was shocked, where had those monks of the East China Sea Holy City seen such a deadly fight, and they actually used self-explosion to open the way, and they were all stunned on the spot.

A tragic aura permeated the bodies of Ao Yong and the others, and just when the monk on the opposite side was stunned, another monk rushed out from behind Ao Yong and pounced directly on the other party.

Rumble!

A rain of blood exploded with unparalleled spiritual power, killing more than a dozen monks on the opposite side again.

If the first person's self-explosion brought shock to the other party, then the second person's self-explosion and the third person's self-explosion directly destroyed the opponent's fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

"Crazy, they're crazy, they're crazy......" Suddenly, a terrible cry resounded through the battlefield that had just fallen silent, and a monk from the Holy City of the East China Sea couldn't stand this oppressive atmosphere any longer, and his body retreated in a flash.

One person retreats, ten thousand people retreat. The defensive line, which had been impregnable, collapsed in an instant......

Even the black-clothed holy guard opposite Ning Zhe was stunned, and his offensive paused for a moment.

Ao Yong and the others didn't care about remembering their deceased comrades, and rushed directly towards Ning Zhe.

At this time, Ning Zhe also understood what had happened, and his heart was full of anger and sadness. Looking at Ao Yong and the others who rushed towards him, he endured the pain in his chest and roared angrily: "Ao Yong, don't come here!"

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed heavily on the sword golden pill above his head, and the golden pill shattered in response, and a vast spiritual power that seemed to come from heaven and earth rushed directly into Ning Zhe's body. Ning Zhe, who was seriously injured himself, stood up again with the blessing of this spiritual power.

"You guys, go to the funeral!"

Ning Zhe, who stood up again, was like a bloody god, and the long sword in his hand was a great weapon in the hands of the god......

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