More than ten human warriors of the "Jiuyang Ming Sect" tried their best to show their martial arts, and their martial arts at the bottom of the box killed many young people of different races in this battle.

This greatly exceeded the expectations of the alien man who led the leader, and these human warriors of the "Jiuyang Ming Sect" were all so desperate.

In his eyes, a cold light flashed, and he saw that the figure of this alien man moved, almost setting off an explosion of anger, and the distance of nearly ten zhang came in an instant.

Maybe this alien man, his own strength is really strong, and he doesn't take these more than ten human warriors of the "Jiuyang Ming Sect" in his eyes at all, and he actually treats the spear in his hand as a big axe, like a black hurricane, smashing down on the top of the head of one of the human warriors of the "Jiuyang Ming Sect".

The human warrior of the "Nine Yang Ming Sect" who was attacked was shocked in his heart, and tried his best to raise the already somewhat mutilated war knife in his hand.

"Bell!"

The mutilated battle knife that was raised, unable to withstand the huge power of the second spear, was pressed back on the spot, and smashed on the chest of this human warrior, and a crackling sound came out.

"Die!"

The alien man led by him snorted coldly, and the black spear in his hand erupted with a huge demonic aura, sending out a second huge force.

"Click!"

The next moment, the mutilated war knife, under the double huge force, suddenly broke open and shattered, and the spear in the hand of the alien man shook suddenly, only to see this human warrior of the "Jiuyang Ming Sect" was directly pierced in his chest, and with the shaking of the spear of the second zhang, the earth was picked out.

"King's Head!"

Inside the city gate, the thousands of people, their eyes were split, looking at the human warrior of the "Jiuyang Ming Sect", like a fragile puppet, being pierced through the chest by the spear of the second zhang, and picked up in the air.

The alien man who was the leader swept his eyes forward, revealing a hideous smile, and shook the second spear in his hand.

"Bang!"

The blood flowers bloomed, the broken flesh flew sideways, and the human warrior who was pierced by the spear of Zhang'er was shattered on the spot, and his body was shattered, and he was scattered on the earth, and the splashed blood and water immediately stained the land red.

"Lao Wang!"

Although in the midst of the battle to the death, the rest of the "Jiuyang Mingjiao" martial arts disciples, the corner of their eyes swept over, and when they saw this scene, their hearts suddenly rushed to the crown with anger, this is their fellow brother, who has been practicing and fighting together for decades, and has been dying here today, being picked to death by a foreign animal.

The hatred in their hearts was surging, like an endless sea, and the true qi of their bodies suddenly rioted, boiling like a flame.

But it's a pity that they really tried their best, although they used the secret method to let their cultivation temporarily return to their peak state, but they couldn't continue to maintain it.

What's more, at this time, there were more than ten young demon soldiers of different races, showing a cold smile, striding forward and surrounding them.

"It's not fair!"

"What kind of hero is this!"

Inside the city gate, there was an angry scolding, and many middle-aged people wanted to rush out, but they were forcibly stopped by their companions who were still a little sensible.

"Unfair?"

The alien man at the head swept over the people in the city gate with an idiotic gaze, and said with a mocking expression:

"You're all dead, that's fair!"

"Bang!"

After a few breaths, a human warrior of the "Nine Yang Ming Sect", although the "Ninefold Wind Sword" in his hand, although it was still sharp and fast, it could no longer withstand the siege of the alien young demon soldiers, and under the best efforts, he was picked off by two of the big guns in his hand.

On the chest, there were two deep scars that flew out sideways, spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, and after landing on the ground, the body was still twitching uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and with great difficulty propped up his arms, trying to stand up, his companions were still fighting for their lives, how could he lie here himself.

His blood has not been exhausted, the true gang in his body has not been exhausted, he still has a breath, behind him, there are thousands of ordinary strong men, not to mention, behind those thousands of strong men, there are many old and weak women and children.

He can't die yet, he can't just give up so easily.

If he dies and lies down like this, the ordinary people behind him, his fellow citizens, will become the blood food of the alien animals, he is not dead yet, and he cannot just watch such a tragic thing happen.

"Ahh

I saw him shout angrily, grabbed the sword weapon that had been with him for many years, supported half of his body, and the sword propped up the ground, and he was about to stand up again.

"Li Tou!"

Inside the city gate, countless people burst into tears, and their hearts were extremely sad, because they all saw Li Tou's chest, and the two wounds that were picked open were so hideous, and even revealed the internal organs in them.

At this time, what kind of will supported him to stand up again. They in the city deeply understand, and they also deeply hate, and they hate their weakness and powerlessness, and they can only become a burden, and they can only watch here.

The alien man led by the alien race, seeing the human warrior who was forcibly supported, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward directly, and said coldly:

"Dying and struggling things, and still have to make such a senseless move, today I will be kind, personally take action, and send you on your way!"

Raising the pitch-black Zhang'er spear, he pointed at the human warrior who supported half of his body with the pillar sword, and approached step by step.

......

This cliff, in front of the halo of flowing light.

Xu Feng and his entourage of more than ten people stood quietly, frowning one by one, they all saw this scene in their eyes, even the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect also clenched their fists tightly, and the eyes in their eyes were also red.

This is their ancestors, in those darkest years, who fought such a difficult battle, weakly guarded, even if they left the last drop of blood, they would never take a step back.

They really wanted to make a move, but this scene only appeared, on this smooth and mirror-like cliff.

They watched like this, watching the king's head bleed, and on the pitch-black Zhang'er spear, he was torn apart by a hard shock, such as the Jueyuan monk of Jiaye Temple, and couldn't help but fold his hands and read out a Buddha in a low voice:

"Amitabha!"

His treasure is solemn, and his eyes show sadness, this is their ancestors, this is how their ancestors fought for now.

At this moment, Xu Feng also took a deep breath, he frowned deeply, obviously this scene was also deeply tormenting his heart.