At the moment when the two screams in the battle group came out, Chen San, who was fighting with the phantom snake in close quarters, and fought with the body of a human monk and the body of a great demon in the fusion period, was suddenly stunned, his body paused, and he turned his head to follow the prestige.

There is no room for distraction in the fight between mortal warriors, otherwise it will be a risk to life, not to mention that one person and one demon are all extraordinary people with magical powers.

"Bang"

Seeing Chen Sansan's mind, the ghostly light flashed in the eyes of the ghostly snake, and the left claw and three claws slapped away the right fist swung by Chen San, and the snake's body took advantage of the momentum to turn sharply, and the giant tail as thick as a human body slammed on Chen San's chest with the sound of hunting wind.

The huge power of the demon body in the ghost snake fusion period was not ordinary, and Chen San, who was pulled away by the giant tail, was pulled into a golden light by the ghost snake and fell obliquely in a tremor.

By the time Song Zhuoxian and the injured woman exclaimed, Chen Sanjing had already fallen into the waist of the peak, and the rubble around him was falling from the rocks, the dust and smoke were difficult to dissipate, and the golden light reflected by Chen San was difficult to see, and the people outside did not know what his condition was.

The battle between Chen San and the Phantom Snake was related to the final outcome of the Five Sects, and Chen San's failure naturally attracted the attention of many monks.

Before these monks could wait for the dust and smoke to dissipate and see how Chen San's life and death were in the waist of Qifeng Peak, there was a bunch of golden mangs in the dusty pit on the waist of the peak.

The golden mangs were like lightning, and the speed was extremely fast, and when they traveled in the air, they almost turned into a continuous golden practice, and the monks who saw this golden practice were all discolored on the spot.

Jin Mang's speed is so fast, the monks who saw Jin Mang all asked themselves in their hearts if they met Jin Mang, how sure they could avoid it, and after calculating, they were all bitter in their hearts.

However, this golden mang did not go towards the ghost snake with its arms in the air, but shot directly at the injured woman of Qingyunmen.

Seeing that Jin Mang was like lightning, although the woman's face was suspicious, she did not avoid it, and let Jin Mang come to her front and submerged into her white forehead.

When the golden mang entered the skull, the woman suddenly felt a shock, as if a foreign object had invaded her sea of consciousness, and at the same time, a warmth spread to the skull and spread to the whole body, and finally gathered to the wound on her shoulder.

By the time the woman came back to her senses, not only was she exhausted, but even the white wound on her shoulder had healed, and apart from the slightest trace of blood, her shoulder could not be seen to have been injured at all.

Just when everyone was wondering what this golden mang, a red light appeared in the dusty and smoke-filled pit on the waist of the peak, and two fireballs of the size of the foot roared out, heading straight for the two Yanglong fire men in the distance.

Since Chen San's golden masterpiece appeared in front of the person, the two people who had condensed before seemed to have been forgotten by him, and after a round of fierce battles with the ghostly snake, they had never used these two fire men who seemed to be not weak.

At this time, Chen San suddenly shot out two fireballs, straight towards the two Yanglong fire people, everyone couldn't help but want to fight with the ghost snake of the big demon body, Chen San finally wanted to use his divine power to help.

The two fireballs were also extremely fast, although they were not as fast as the previous Jin Mang, but there were not many monks around the two firemen and Chen San, even if some people with intentions wanted to obstruct them, they had to sigh bitterly and let the fireballs sink into the bodies of the two Yanglong firemen.

As soon as the fireball entered the body, the two Yanglong fire men immediately shook like a mountain, and then their bodies moved, turned around and took a big stride, stepping out of the red light and running wildly.

The two Yanglong Fire Men not only recovered from their actions, but also the aura on their bodies also rose rapidly after the fireball entered their bodies, and the spiritual pressure that had been injured and decreased when they fought against Xianxu Zhenren before, but it had returned to the peak in a while, and it was still rising after that.

Soon, all the monks found out that something was wrong, the two Yanglong Fire People who were striding forward were not traveling in the direction of Qifeng Peak, where Chen San was trapped, but towards the woman who had not entered the golden mangs in the Qingyun Gate.

Beside the woman, the monks from the two sides who came back to their senses continued to fight together. Passionate about e-books

Qingyunmen has one less fellow doorman, and after this woman is submerged in the forehead, her eyes are closed, and her body has been hanging in the air, and the whole person is motionless like a stone carving and wood sculpture, which makes the remaining four fellow disciples extremely difficult to deal with.

Qingyunmen is missing a fellow doorman, and the woman is looking lost, Chongxumen, nine monks from Confucianism are afraid of killing this woman by mistake, and now the situation is big, immediately abandoned this woman, and turned to attack four Qingyunmen people.

When everyone was not looking, the woman's closed eyes slowly opened, and a ray of gold flashed under her eyes.

On the right side of this woman, a man with a cold appearance and a cold air around his body, a wound on his waist and abdomen that has stopped bleeding is covered with a thin layer of ice, and from the thin ice, he can clearly see the five organs squirming in the bloody wound.

This man's name is Zhongli, he is a rare ice-type spiritual root cultivator, the spiritual root grade is medium-grade, and his talent is also good, but he is more than one hundred and thirty years old, and he is already a late-stage foundation building monk, and he is highly valued by the elders of Qingyunmen.

At this time, Zhongli was experiencing the most difficult battle in his life, which was more dangerous than the fierce battle in which he was attacked by the Wuhua Pavilion who united with the Xumen in the five years of the year, and fled from the Zhenshan faction back to the Qingyun Gate.

There are only four Qingyunmen people left who can face nine enemies, and even if they are evenly distributed, one person must face three enemies at the same time, and Zhongli is that one.

The body moved sharply, so that a huge ink-black "disease" word flew over, and pulled out a cold Zhongli, and a three-foot ice ball held in his left hand moved to front of him, and then his hands were raised to his chest and palmed like a knife, and in a burst of bang, the palms covered with a layer of ice waved out two phantoms and slashed straight towards the ice ball.

"Smack" "Slap" "Slap"

In the dense crisp sound, the ice ball in front of Zhongli was cut out of the same dense ice blade ice spike, the ice blade ice spike was like a real sharp blade, and the sharp point was shining with a chilling light, and it went straight to the three monks gathered in front of him.

Seeing Zhongli here, the three monks in front of Zhongli all grinned at the same time, and their bodies moved sharply, shrinking into the ancient giant shield held by one of them.

How big is the giant shield that can cover the three of them, after the ancient shape of the giant shield covers the three of them, before the ice thorn ice blade that Zhongli struck out, a layer of condensed and abnormal earthy yellow aura appeared, and then the ice thorn ice blade hit the giant shield.

"Peng", "Peng", "Peng"

The ice blades and ice spikes that covered the rain seemed to be as powerful as usual, but when they hit the giant shield, they all exploded into fluffy and crystal ice chips and scattered, and the giant shield was hit by the earthy yellow spiritual light that flickered continuously.

Until all the ice blades and ice thorns were struck, the giant shield was only a little dimmed by the earthy yellow aura, and it was not damaged in the slightest.

On the contrary, Zhongli, who was already weak, couldn't stop panting and sweating after a type of ice-breaking flying blade, looking like the end of a strong crossbow.

As soon as the tremor of the ice blade handle stabbing the giant shield stopped, the two monks immediately separated from the left and right sides of the giant shield, and then struck out a golden dagger and a white ink inkstone in their hands with a hideous face. And the monk holding the giant shield, after the two companions hit the treasure, also pushed the giant shield in his hand forward, and the giant shield immediately hit Zhongli like a stone wall.

Seeing that three treasures with different treasures were attacking from three directions, Zhongli, who was indeed the end of the crossbow, smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that he couldn't avoid it, he simply didn't dodge, and watched the three treasures hit him coldly, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.

Seeing Zhongli like this, the three monks' faces became even more hideous, waiting for the person in front of them to turn into a ball of bloody meat sauce and sprinkle it.

Suddenly, several exclamations came from a distance, and the three monks felt something different, and immediately looked around, and then all three of them showed a touch of despair on their faces.

Zhongli, who was about to die, would not look around curiously, and continued to look coldly at the three treasures attacking, as well as the three monks behind the treasures who made him hate.

The right side of his body suddenly became hot, and before Zhongli knew what was happening, the three monks in his eyes turned their heads with a look of despair on their faces, and then a huge red light enveloped the three monks in it.