Yun Yi and the others also had an extremely tacit understanding with Song Fei, and everyone's attacks had already been unleashed, and the terrifying light instantly covered up Murong Bojia who was flying upside down...... For more up-to-date chapters, visit:.

Streams of black light hung down on the dementor flag, wrapping around Murong Bojia's body.

"Marshal!" The deputy marshal Tuoba Ji, who was 'fighting' with the big goat, looked at this terrifying scene and shouted, he Tuoba Ji has been fighting until now, and he will not retreat until the death, because he has an extremely loyal heart, because his life was saved by Murong Bojia.

After seeing this scene, Tuoba Ji shouted loudly and attacked the big goat frantically, trying to defeat the big goat as soon as possible, so that he could save his savior.

Murong Bojia's body had been completely shrouded in terrifying light curtains, and the area centered on him was overflowing with energy, and Tuoba Ji could hardly imagine how his savior would be able to survive after suffering such a terrifying attack.

Tuoba Ji was extremely conflicted in his heart, if Murong Bojia died in battle, how would he deal with it? Rush up to take revenge? No, no, rushing up is just to send him to death, I have to keep this useful body in order to avenge Marshal Murong.

Just when Tuoba Ji was extremely worried, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the light curtain, but the light of his body was dim, and he looked extremely weak.

Seeing that Murong Bojia was still alive, Tuoba Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The black shadow rushed in the direction of Tuoba Ji, and before he could get close, Murong Bojia hurriedly said, "I'm too seriously injured, help me resist three breaths!"

Although there is a big goat enemy by his side, he can't spare his hands to Tuoba Ji, but it does not prevent Tuoba Ji from using the most powerful moves to buy time for Murong Bojia.

Although I don't know if I can resist the time of three breaths, but after seeing that Marshal Murong is okay, Tuoba Ji will not think so much, even if it is to die in battle.

These three breaths of time may have to be resisted with life, but he Tuoba Ji has no regrets, because this life was given by Marshal Murong, he can live for tens of thousands of more years, and enjoy eight thousand years of power, Tuoba Ji feels that he is enough.

The mana in his body was burning, and all the power was condensed by Tuoba Ji, blocking the enemy in front of him.

And at this moment, an extremely violent force bombarded from behind, and just when Tuoba Ji reacted, the mana condensed by this 'yin' force had already bombarded Tuoba Ji's back, blasting his body out.

"Behind?how is it possible?Isn't that where the marshal stood just now?" Tuoba Ji turned back with difficulty, but found that Marshal Murong, whom he had always respected, was clenching his fist at the moment, and there was still the remaining mana on it, and it was obvious that this punch was blasted out by Marshal Murong.

"Why?" Tuoba Ji's heart was cold, he didn't understand, how could Marshal Murong attack him, haven't we been killing the enemy?

"Master!" Tuoba Ji then looked at Marshal Murong and bowed his hand to Song Fei, and shouted out to the master very respectfully, just as he usually treated Marshal Murong, Tuoba Ji glanced at Song Fei's direction, and above the other party's head, there was a long black banner floating with a terrifying light.

"Dementor Banner?" Tuoba Ji muttered in a low voice, as if he understood something, and suddenly, the black 'colored' light on the Dementor Banner hung down again, enveloping Tuoba Ji's body.

Tuoba Ji knew that even if he struggled at this moment, it would be in vain, thinking of this, Tuoba Ji immediately shouted loudly at Seinfeld: "I am willing to become the puppet of your Dementor Banner, I only beg you, after I become a puppet, even if I have to sacrifice, let me sacrifice in front of Marshal Murong, okay?"

"Don't you know that your Marshal Murong is dead at this moment? he is just a puppet who has no consciousness but retains his memories. Seinfeld said lightly, the battle situation at the moment is completely in his own hands, and Seinfeld is not in a hurry.

"Yes, maybe it's me making a fool of myself, but it's the only plea I have before I die. Surrounded by the black light, Tuoba Ji gave up his resistance and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"What a man. On the side, Qin Shihu looked at Tuoba Ji and muttered in a low voice.

"I promise you. Seinfeld said.

"I believe in you. Tuoba Ji suddenly let go of his defenses, and with a smile of relief, he was ingested into the dementor banner by the black light.

At this point, there are two masters of the Mahayana realm in the dementor flag, and it can also accommodate the quota of one master of the Mahayana realm.

"It's a pity that a real man. The big goat also walked to Seinfeld's side, and glanced at Tuoba Ji who was respectfully lying next to the dementor flag, they knew that the loyal man just now was dead at this moment, and couldn't help but sigh, from Tuoba Ji's body, they seemed to see their own shadow, the so-called heroes sympathize with each other, that's it, although they still don't know each other, although Fang Cai is still an enemy, although he was killed by his own hands.

It's just that the reality is so cruel, even if you cherish each other heroically and see each other on the battlefield, you can only be merciless, and those who survive are qualified to sigh and remember.

The remaining 'yin' soldiers and 'yin' generals are dead and scattered, and there is no need to worry.

The great array of Snow City dissipated with Murong Bojia's body, and everyone was already standing in the air, as if they had come out of a pool of blood, and everyone's bodies were dyed red with blood.

Of the 113 people who originally went to battle, only 41 people remained, and each of them had wounds on their bodies.

"Hahahaha!" Seinfeld laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha!" All the survivors let out a maniacal laugh.

They were enjoying the victory, enjoying the madness of the war they had never experienced before, the most tragic of the battles.

The people below silently looked at the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect who seemed to be crazy, they laughed presumptuously, laughed wildly, laughed unscrupulously, and from their laughter, it seemed that they could hear that they wanted to trample the entire earth under their feet.

But all of them were afraid to speak out, to disturb them to simply celebrate the presumptuousness, they were crazy, powerful and terrifying.

As long as they are monks, they must follow the law of weak 'meat' and strong food, at this moment, the strength of the Heavenly Sword Sect can only make them look up, and they can only silently watch them exude infinite domineering between their gestures.

Such a scene seems to be so taken for granted.

"Everyone rest for a minute to heal, and after a minute, we will go to greet the heroic souls of our brothers who died in battle!" Seinfeld said loudly.

"Yes!" everyone let out an earth-shattering roar.

A simple greeting, everyone knows, I am afraid that it will be accompanied by a more fierce battle, but everyone feels that this greeting seems to be used for granted.

They have that qualification