Qin Yao was injured, and suddenly his breath fell into the upper hand, Song Xiuping took the lead, Li Yichen, Zhou Chen, and Wu Fan assisted from the side, and for a while, Qin Yao was in a hurry, coquettish, and tired of parrying.

The rest of the masters were also haunted, and they wanted to come to the rescue, but they couldn't get out.

"Master!" With a coquettish shout, He Yunshi swung out a sword, forced back a few Heavenly Cult disciples around her, jumped to Qin Yao's side, and came to help.

However, her cultivation is not enough, although she can parry for a moment, but she can't alleviate her danger, the situation has not changed, on the contrary, with He Yunshi's departure, the disciples of the four sects of the righteous path where she is are are defeated and retreated.

At the same time, countless Heavenly Cult disciples pounced and cooperated with Song Xiuping to surround Qin Yao and He Yunshi.

"Hahaha, today, you master and apprentice, I accepted it, tsk, your beauty, it really makes me salivate. Li Yichen laughed arrogantly, making Zhang Yi and Song Xiuping frown.

"Don't talk nonsense, do it!" Song Xiuping gave an order, Li Yichen was naturally inconvenient to say anything, with a smile on his face, he followed behind Song Xiuping and attacked Qin Yao and He Yunshi.

Qin Yao was heavily injured under the sneak attack just now, and at this moment, he was barely able to resist Song Xiuping's spear, but in the face of Li Yichen and the three of them, he was already invincible, although He Yunshi was not an outstanding disciple of the Hundred Flowers Sect, but compared with Song Xiuping who was ruthless, he could only lose the upper hand.

"Die!" Song Xiuping shook the tip of his gun, his eyes were ruthless, and without the slightest pity for the jade, he stabbed at He Yunshi. The gun came out, with the sound of a dragon's groan, and the shadow of the gun penetrated out, like a fierce tiger, with a tiger roar, and pounced on He Yunshi.

He Yunshi, who was resisting Li Yichen's attacks, was entangled, and couldn't get out at all, so she could only watch the shadow of the gun penetrate closely.

"Boom!" There was a roar, and in front of He Yunshi, there seemed to be a demon god standing, covered in blood mist, with murderous aura soaring, black hair dancing wildly, eyes like stars, and a hint of imperceptible evil smile on his cold face.

"Zhang Yi, what do you want to do?" Song Xiuping withdrew his spear, with an angry face, Zhang Yi wandered around the battlefield, he saw it, but this had no impact on the battle situation, so he ignored it, at this moment, Zhang Yi actually blocked his shot, how could he not be angry.

"You can kill anyone, but these two and Lin Yufeng, you can't kill!" The tone was strong, not tolerant of resistance, the majestic momentum erupted, the blood mist was monstrous, and a gust of wind blew through, blowing away the disciples of the Heavenly Cult who wanted to sneak attack, and the stars in their eyes disappeared and became profound.

"Zhang Yi, don't retreat quickly. Li Yichen also shouted loudly and glared at Zhang Yi angrily.

However, Zhang Yi did not listen to his words, but looked at Song Xiuping, and the Sword of God Destroying was slowly raised, as if Song Xiuping did not retreat, he would fight with him.

For Zhang Yi to take care of himself, Li Yichen's face was pale, but he was helpless, he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, stopped talking, and looked at Song Xiuping, intending to let Song Xiuping solve the matter.

"Zhang Yi, as a disciple of my Demon Sect, you actually fought against me for the sake of holding two hypocritical righteous people, are you going to bear my wrath?"

Zhang Yi's face became even colder, shook his head slightly, and said, "As long as I am here, you will not hurt these two people." As he spoke, the blood mist on his body surged even more, leaving mottled blood stains on the ground, as if this was a hell.

"This?" Qin Yao looked at He Yunshi with a look of inquiry in her eyes.

He Yunshi shook her head helplessly, he didn't know what Zhang Yi was doing.

"Is it possible, as Lin Yufeng said?" He Yunshi had a guess in her heart, but looking at Zhang Yi's cold face, she couldn't help but shake her head.

Song Xiuping's face was extremely ugly, the spear swept away, he roared, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent, originally, he didn't have any good impression of Zhang Yi, but, but with the help of the other party, he couldn't turn his face, at this time, Zhang Yi actually blocked his way, which just gave him an excuse.

"In that case, then you can only be my ghost. The spear swept and smashed at Zhang Yi.

"Get out of the way!" Zhang Yi let out a low snort and pushed a palm back, which was not very powerful, but made Qin Yao and He Yunshi, who were caught off guard, retreat.

"Dang!" The guns and swords collided, bursting out with incomparable blood light, the shadow of the gun was diffuse, the sword light flickered, constantly annihilated, and then dissipated.

"Today, I will bury you here. Song Xiuping let out a low shout, and the spear in his hand shook out a lot of gorgeous and deadly poisonous flowers, and the momentum of the tyrant spread all over the sky, enveloping Zhang Yi in an instant.

"Ah!!" shouted violently, the blood mist soared into the sky, and the God Destroying Sword almost cut off the heavenly dome, cutting off the mountains and rivers, shattering the sea area, with wisps of blood light, turning into countless phantoms, facing Song Xiuping's spear.

The resonance continued, the blood light was pervasive, and where the blood light passed, some people with low cultivation turned into a dry corpse. The shadow of the gun was all over the field, piercing through the sky, and bursts of crumbling sounds came out, exploding one after another of blood mist.

The two of them were killed by a blow from the gun, at least dozens of people, and on one side they were dried corpses, and on the other hand, they were in tatters. The people around him retreated again and again, afraid of being affected.

Qin Yao and He Yunshi also pushed away from afar, looking surprised, they never expected that the disciples of the Demon Sect, in order to protect the two of them, came to the rescue, and even provoked the anger of their fellow disciples and fought hard, such a situation made them feel shocked and have indescribable feelings.

The battle between Zhang Yi and Song Xiuping is still continuing, and in terms of cultivation, Zhang Yi has already fallen behind, although the blood mist is all over the place, but he has retreated one after another, and many places on his body have been pierced, and the blood is gurgling out, and he can't spare his hand to stop the bleeding.

On the other hand, Song Xiuping, like a dragon, is very flexible, sharp and sharp, enveloping a space, picking, sweeping, stabbing, smashing, spear dancing tiger and tiger style, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, with a state of contempt, and recently disdainful chuckles.

"Heh!" With a low shout, the blood red in Zhang Yi's eyes faded, turning silver, without a trace of emotion, the sword of exterminating the god danced, bringing out a gorgeous trick, the arc-shaped sword flashed, slashing the emotions of heaven and earth, collapsing the sky, splitting the earth, with the supreme sword, and pressed away.

"Qiang!" The sound of the symphony came out, the firelight flashed, the energy overflowed, the guns and swords collided, the storm was raging, Zhang Yi's eyes glared angrily, and in his eyes, the glow bloomed, spewing out a mouthful of bloody arrows, directly taking Song Xiuping.

Song Xiuping, not to be outdone, snorted, the tip of the gun hummed, directly shook Zhang Yi back, the black gas steamed, the blood arrow near his body evaporated, the tip of the gun shook, and the black lotus flowers bloomed, enveloping Zhang Yi in it.

"Poof!" With a soft sound, Zhang Yi's lower abdomen was pierced, and the blood light bloomed, falling into a fist-sized blood hole. Blood flowed out, staining the ground beneath his feet.

"Poof!" the spear was withdrawn, and Zhang Yi snorted and staggered back.

Song Xiuping's face was cold, Sen Ran smiled, the spear came out again, the tip of the spear pointed at Zhang Yi's heart, Zhang Yi was shocked, and wanted to dodge, but found that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't do more than Song Xiuping's shot, he gritted his teeth helplessly, and shouted lowly, the sword of the god of destruction was raised, and he stepped on it even under his feet, not retreating but advancing.

The Sword of God Destroying was about to meet Song Xiuping's spear, but unexpectedly, the corner of Song Xiuping's mouth smiled, and the body of the gun shook, and the void was swung out of a burst of ripples, and the sword of God Destroying was swinged, and the spear went straight to Zhang Yi's heart.

"I can't die anymore!" The momentum erupted, the blood mist poured straight into the sky, shaking the nine heavens, the blood mist condensed, turned into a sword, covering the top of the God Destroying Sword, making the original blood-red God Destroying Sword even more demonic, dazzling blood light emitted, opening the blood-colored demon lotus, and then shattered, turning into dozens of blood swords, competing to fly towards the spear.

The unrefined blood beads in the body spun out, carrying a powerful breath of destruction, accompanied by dozens of blood swords.

"Boom!" With a roar, Zhang Yi fell backwards and coughed up blood.

"Boom!" The roar continued, Zhang Yi stepped backwards again and again, blood stained his clothes, and in an instant, all the blood swords were shattered, and the blood beads met him, and the blood was shining, dazzling and chaotic.

"Boom!" In an instant, the heavens and the earth lost color, and Song Xiuping was also stagnant, his face changed greatly, and then he flew back. After the roar, the blood light converged, and the blood beads had broken and turned into a pool of dirty blood.

Song Xiuping looked shocked, his face was pale, his eyes were full of boundless anger, looking at Zhang Yi, who was already crumbling, he snorted coldly, but he was a little afraid and didn't dare to step forward.

Zhang Yi stood in the distance, his hands were linked, sealing the blood, his face was a little pale, looking at the wound in his abdomen that no longer bleed, his eyes were helpless, he was not Song Xiuping's opponent at all.

"You, how are you?" He Yunshi's eyes were complicated, and she stepped forward to ask.

Zhang Yi shook his head slightly, still with a cold face, and looked at Song Xiuping. Seeing Zhang Yi talking, He Yunshi lightly opened her lips and wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything, and then retreated.

"Who is this son?" Qin Yao's eyes were also full of brilliance, and he looked at Zhang Yi carefully, and the more he looked, the more dignified his face became.

"When the blood mist is in the mist, the fate has been decided, thousands of feelings are wrapped around the fingertips, and a catastrophe has arisen, and it is difficult to peace. He whispered, his eyes flashed with murderous intent and helplessness, and then he sighed softly and whispered: "Everything, is it already doomed?"

Qin Yao's abnormality, no one knows, the war is still the same, the corpses are all over the field, all over the place, the remnants of the corpses are covered with a hundred flower pies, and the crimson blood is flowing all over the land.

"Tian Xianzi, today, I will come to take your surname!" The black fog rolled, and the mysterious person who appeared let out a long howl, his body flickered, and turned into pieces of afterimage, and he was inseparable from the battle with Tian Xianzi.

"Today, my Heavenly Cult will definitely wipe out the Hundred Flowers Sect!" Song Xiuping pointed his spear at the sky, roared again, glanced at Zhang Yi, and turned to kill the others.

The chaotic battle continued, many people fell, and the Hundred Flowers Sect had become a land of Shura.

"Hahaha, Song Xiuping, Dangping Hundred Flowers Sect, have you asked me?" As soon as the words fell, a white shadow flashed, and then, a man about twenty-seven years old appeared in front of Zhang Yi, standing with a sword, a snow-white robe, otherwise a trace of dust, looking at Song Xiuping in front of him, with an indifferent, handsome face, with a hint of a smile, holding a sword in one hand and carrying a back in the other, like an immortal coming to the world.

"Who am I, it turns out to be you, a pretentious, sanctimonious, but insidious and vicious villain. "Song Xiuping didn't take the future into account at all.

The person who came was not powerful Song Xiuping, but turned to look at this Qin Yao, and said: "Qin Yao's senior, junior Liu Yun will arrive first, and my people from the Heavenly Sword Sect will arrive later." ”

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