Lin Yuan Zhenjun killed the evil monarch of Hanqi, and hit the roe owl beast to the ground, whether it was life or death, but it was not easy. Xiao Ningsu under him was still struggling to resist the impact of evil cultivation as if it was returning to the light.

"Open life and close death!" The immortal chief of the phalanx all shouted like this, and the ten four-door fighting bottom arrays quickly closed the front killing array, and then opened only one line of rescue channels on the left and right sides, at first glance, the roe deer owl fell, and all the evil cultivators panicked, knowing that the main heart bone of the evil monarch was bound to be more auspicious, and he wanted to break through the open spirit phalanx, once he thought of escaping, it was even more fierce.

Tens of thousands of evil cultivators attacked against the trend, and the death formation laid by the ten Kailing phalanxes was strangled to the end, even if it was extremely difficult to insist on not moving, for the commander to rule, there must be a cold-hearted heart, and there must not be the slightest hesitation when abandoning the car to protect the commander, the thick bloody breath that could not be dissipated could not be dissipated A trace of clarity in Zhou Kun's eyes, and he didn't look at the four door fighting arms that were struggling to support on both sides, and the flag suddenly split down, and shouted: "Blooming Spirit!"

As soon as the situation of the Four Gates Doudi Array turned, in addition to the spiritual power used to stick to the place, all of them were allocated to the long rope of spiritual power of the implicated Dou Arm Monks, but the largest one was not used to enhance the strength of the battle cultivation, the long rope became a red-hot noose, and the Hengjiang Iron Rope generally cut off all the evil cultivators who dared to cross it, and the desperate evil cultivators could only go towards the last way of life!

War repair!

Xiao Ningsu and the senior sister next to him tried their best to stabilize the spear straight, but for a while, they didn't care that the long rope suddenly changed color, it was still a sweep of the spear, King Su cut and killed, and occasionally retreated with a gun, and they could also forcibly force back the oncoming dozen people, which was not inferior to a few half-step Tianmen monks in the slightest.

Xiao Ningsu's waist was hot, and he thoughtlessly that he had been injured by a cold arrow, and when he was about to cut off the head of the evil cultivator who fell into the hub, he turned his head again, and was surprised to find that the long rope was like a molten iron cable, five zhang long and horizontal, like a behemoth sickle cut, and before he could be a little happy, he saw the senior sister next to him angrily lift the mask and shouted: "I am a cultivator, no one is afraid of death!"

A red battle helmet slammed to the ground, the senior sister raised the green silk, although it was a slender woman, dancing the halberd like Taiyue Town, in the black wave of the circle dragged out of infinite pathos, Xiao Ningsu immediately reacted to the meaning of the long rope burning red, it was clear that the phalanx could not withstand too many evil cultivation, forced to insist on the sudden collapse, everyone could not survive, instead of the whole army annihilated, it was better to do all your best to divert the red-eyed evil cultivation to both sides, the spiritual power of the long rope became more and more powerful, the more it rushed towards the weak point of the battle cultivation outside the formation, there was a ten-sided Tianluo Great Array, not to worry about the evil cultivation to get out of trouble, sacrificed, it was the battle cultivation of nine deaths after the battle。

Xiao Ning Sulian took a deep look at Zhou Kun, who was shouting loudly with a sword in front of her, and there was no trace of grief and indignation in her heart for being an abandoned child.

The senior sister who was dancing with a halberd on the side could no longer advance a point, at first glance like a moth to a fire, a moment of brilliance, Xiao Ning Su Ji spear pressed, pierced the chest and abdomen of an evil cultivator, and flew three or four people behind him in a row, turning on her toes, like a windmill, a little half a circle, and it was difficult to spit out the talisman in her mouth, and the pieces exploded violently, and it was almost impossible to see the open space after the dead and wounded.

"Ha~ah!" Xiao Ningsu integrates swordsmanship into the spear technique, which can be regarded as a gunway talent, but there is no cultivation for the body, and it is inevitable to get close, raise his knees and knock on the ground, kick the ground and rush into the evil cultivator four feet in front of him to cover his abdomen and bow his head, but Xiao Ningsu did not have time to deal with it again, but pushed with his palm, and the stainless steel gun was stuck in the mouth of a fierce beast.

"Old lady Xu Lingyu, in the past thirty-five years, she has punished countless evils, and if you don't kill three hundred evil cultivators, you can't enter the gate of heaven, and today is hopeful!" Senior Sister Xu on the side had blood-stained sideburns, looked up to the sky and said with a long smile, the halberd in her hand was slippery and wet with her hands, and the platinum halberd branches were covered with stains and flesh that were difficult to wash, and the blood beads on the rod with both hands were slashed and chopped down, splashing dust, and there was no fear on the wheat-colored face, the woman held the gun, the woman held the halberd, who dared to say that it was inferior to the eyebrows?

Another senior sister surnamed Xiong is always silent, black armor red line, eight feet tall like an iron tower, slash / Ma Mo knife Zhang Yu is fierce, the person who was stabbed by Xiao Ningsu's spear hook is mostly a life that is temporarily saved, and was rubbed by Senior Sister Xiong's knife, all of them exploded into a puddle of minced meat, no wonder they deserve the name of four-armed combat cultivation, and they should also bring a Guan knife when worshiping Sanqing, saying that although we are Taoist cultivators and respect the way of heaven, we are also stained with black blood of evil demons, not ashamed of ourselves, worthy of the sect, and worthy of the Heavenly Dao Xuanhuang!

"Hahahaha!" The three women in armor laughed loudly, the moment they walked out of the phalanx, they never thought of stepping back, if they could go back, they would go back with their lives, and die in battle.

"It is Ning Su's honor to be able to die with the two senior sisters and fight with each other. Xiao Ningsu's spear tip slipped backwards, hooking the evil cultivator who was almost close to his face, and smashed his head forward, smashing the ground The bridge of the evil cultivator's nose was sunken, like a hug, Su Wang pierced the back of the heart with a blow, and he was not in a hurry to kick over, but used it as a shield to block a few evil spells, and then threw out a talisman, standing proudly on the black and red sludge, and said with a smile.

Xiong Zining and Xu Lingyu looked at each other, earlier despised Xiao Ningsu as the second ancestor of the rising experience brought by a real person, and he didn't think that he would dare to go into battle to attack the Ghost Demon Sect, let alone that he had the courage and strength to fight side by side with them, all of them were non-stop, Xiong Zining Mo was like the wind, everyone was broken, and shouted: "Little junior sister has backbone!"

The tip of the gun dripped black and red translucent blood beads, Suwang frost was white and clean, and occasionally faintly Luan Feng Qinghui flowed, standing on the black water in the south, and said, I have a sword and a gun, and I can also cut off the river and cut off the water.

Eternal sinks.

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Hearing the ambush of the evil monarch of the Han Dynasty, the evil cultivator of the Demon Blood River Realm is not frightened, and there is not a drop of courage left in the thousands of years of hiding in Tibet, all thinking about how to sell his accomplices, and quickly slip away, they all have this thought, but no one can hide from it, even if there are a few who dare to fight to the death, let their companions leave, they can't get out of the Ten Directions Tianluo Formation, there is Ming Ding Zhenren, the formation master of the Formation Dao, and the Han Ding Evil Monarch is still trapped in the Yishui Sword Formation, and a few big fish and small fish can succeed?

The vulture lion and the eagle have been immersed in the throne of the evil monarch for hundreds of years, if they have a temperament, it must be ferocious, and the Taoist real people who have free their hands have laid out five of their own deals, firmly controlling the surrounding ground, capturing the demon net, binding the spirit rope, all of them, hindering the hands and hindering the feet, no matter how brave the two beasts are, they will cut their strength by a few percent, and they want to choose people to eat, and the true monarch of Linyuan has already stood with his hands, how can he stand idly by?

Zhenjun was arrogant, naturally he was too lazy to kill the blood river Xiaoxiu, and slightly calmed the injuries caused by the self-explosion of the evil monarch, and fell in front of the two beasts that were still tyrannical after being captured, he waved his hand to stop the real people who intended to kill them completely, and with great interest, he broke off a sharp thorn on the claw of the Xuan, indifferently poked into the eye socket of the Xuan, and said: "Escort back to the Heavenly Prison, when you return to the sect tomorrow, this monarch will see that there is not a single evil cultivator in the Devil's Mountain!"

Dozens of Taoist real people bowed down in unison, floating in the air, the true monarch was self-conscious, unwilling to do anything to Xiao Xiu, the real people had already held their breath to the evil cultivators, and they rolled down, and in the blink of an eye, there were no less than fifty Tianmen monks who suffered heavy casualties, reasoning with the evil cultivators, whether to unify the Shenzhou Dao and give it up!

Xiao Ningsu and the three of them reached the end of the strong crossbow, the three women all had the heart of death, and if they wanted to fight the enemy, they would bite the touch explosion point in their mouths when they came out of the battle, and at the end they had to drag a few pads on their backs.

When Zhou Kun saw the real person making a move, he knew that the outcome was decided, lifted his mask, jumped in front of the phalanx, raised his spear, and shouted: "The ninth phalanx, enter!"

"Eliminate the demon and defend the way, and die at any cost!" all the disciples responded in unison, from one to nine, all the phalanxes were like this, the immortal chief of the phalanx took the lead, untied the long rope of spiritual power, and the four arms of the four doors were fighting and cultivating, or roaring, or clearing, no one was left behind, and the evil cultivators who poured out were blocked back.

"True Monarch, someone from the Hundred Battles Sect in the north has arrived. A real person came down from the flying boat and said respectfully.

As soon as the real people heard that the Dao Sect people were fighting and died, two real people fell, and four real people were seriously injured, except for the real people of the Formation Dao who presided over the formation on the flying boat, none of them were intact, and the disciples of Tianmen lost more than seventy, half of them were killed or wounded, and the situation of the Kailing disciples was not good.

Lin Yuan Zhenjun was not surprised at all, he couldn't even talk about being moved, and said: "The land of Youyan is bitterly cold, the Hundred Battles Sect has resisted the barbarian demons for many years, and the credit and hard work are all there. ”

Beiyi Feizhou lowered the hundred zhang, the Tianluo Array opened a line, and the belated disciples of the Hundred Battles Sect pretended to kill a few evil cultivators who were afraid of death, and they entered the Devil Demon Sect under the leadership of the real person to search, only the Liaoyang True Monarch of the Hundred Battles Sect and the three real people under the sect came to be polite.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and the style of Linyuan Zhenjun is better than in previous years. Liaoyang Zhenjun, who was dressed as a scribe, complimented, and the three real people behind him also met with the real people of the Dao Sect, without mentioning the meaning of coming over to fight the autumn wind.

"The past year is the past, this style is said, Liaoyang Zhenjun sits in Yuyang, and the barbarians dare not surpass, this is the great style. Lin Yuan Zhenjun said politely. There is not the slightest hint of anger.

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