was shouted by the Seraphim, and the remaining shrimp generals hurriedly flapped their wings and swarmed up.

Seeing dozens of angels rushing over, one of the immortal cultivators who had had his arm cut off said to everyone, "I'll leave the rest to you." There was no other superfluous language, and after saying this, he rushed straight into the group of angels, and launched the Yuan Infant self-violence while being pierced through his body by several weapons.

Li Chengzhu was stunned from below, these guys are really dead. Stealing the air and counting, including Xiaoying and the two brothers, there are only a dozen of the hundred people who came. And only a few dozen of the hundreds of angels were killed, of course, thanks to the self-violence of those who were about to be sacrificed.

If it weren't for Yuanying's self-violence, a helpless and helpless trick, these 100 people might have been buried in the red sand.

Xiao Ying's clenched fists, the self-defeating immortal cultivator just now was the one who exchanged the 10,000-year-old fire crystal for the flying sword in the city. Thinking that such an honest person would be forced to such an end, Xiaoying's chest rose and fell in anger.

The angels who had been blown up stood in front of the immortal cultivators, who were only one-fifth of their number, looking at each other at a loss.

That kind of destructive explosion energy is not something they can withstand at their level, but ...... But I can't help but listen to the words of Seraphim.

After looking at each other, the angels decided to test again, one person can die, but this large group of people can't all die, right?

A few angels with inferior strength from the group of angels flew in the direction of Yuanmu, and before they could take a few steps, they were divided by the flying swords controlled by the immortal cultivators.

The angels were furious, these immortal cultivators were so hateful, they would be violent when there were many people, and they would be killed if there were few people, how could the dignity of the angels be trampled on like this? Before he could fully shout his words, he saw another immortal cultivator fly out of the opposing camp, and then a cloud of white light flashed in front of him.

Lao Tzu stopped playing. The angels who were still alive scolded in their hearts, what the hell is this?

When the white light dissipated, a small half of the dozens of angels were missing, and the cultivators who had been violent just now had already reached the Mahayana stage, and they were following one of the six Mahayana periods.

"Brother, let's go!" Qiu Feng carried his blood-stained flying sword, his eyes were hazy with tears, but he stood in front of Yuanmu and the others with a determined expression.

"Perhaps, this is the only way to save everyone from danger. Qiu Feng prayed in his heart, when he saw the Thousand Thousand Crane Talisman in Yuanmu's hand, he knew what Yuanmu was going to do, and I believe that the rest of the people should also see it by now, after all, the prestige of the Thousand Thousand Crane Talisman is probably unknown in the fairy world.

There was only one chip, and there was only one chance, so the remaining immortal cultivators put up a human wall to block Yuanmu in front of Yuanmu and confronted the angel army with a determined expression.

There is a kind of violent look on his face, you come, and I will be violent when you come.

This rogue style of play made the angel army confused for a moment.

If there are fewer people, you can't beat them, and if there are more people, you will be served by others. When the time comes, the Seraphim will blame him, and these angels will not be able to eat and carry around.

He's it, this battle is really.

Li Chengzhu, who was hiding behind the hill, kept staring at the figures of Gu Linglong and Seraphim, and didn't even dare to blink his eyelids, for fear of delaying the opportunity. Although the difference in strength between these two people is quite large, the Seraphim also has no interest in Gu Linglong's lifeless style of play for a while. And the Seraphim didn't dare to force the opponent in a hurry, before Gu Linglong's fairy baby was not bound, the Seraphim was fighting carefully, so the battle situation was stalemate for a while.

Time passed slowly, and Li Chengzhu felt more and more overwhelmed by the domineering energy of holding the God Destroying Bow. And Xiaoying's side also sweated urgently, and in this short moment, the angels tried to attack twice, both times ended with their own companions beating themselves.

Xiaoying's heart is dripping blood, and she has lived for three hundred years, and she saw many dead people this time, and she died so miserably.

The wind blew suddenly, and the originally raging red dust storm was blown even more rampantly, rolling up a stream of red sand and hitting everyone's bodies.

Li Chengzhu squinted his eyes and tried to follow in the footsteps of the Seraphim.

Not far away, countless spiritual pressure fluctuations quickly approached this direction.

Feeling the mixture of spiritual pressure, the faces of the remaining immortal cultivators changed, and the reinforcements of the angels came again.

Qiu Feng's hand holding the sword was trembling, and he prayed in his heart that Motoki's movements would be faster.

Finally, at the moment before the angel reinforcements arrived on the battlefield, Motoki took a deep breath: "Okay everyone, take your lords, hurry up, and leave the rest to me." ”

Everyone looked back, and Yuanmu, who originally only had the cultivation of the Tribulation Period, actually burst out with a spiritual pressure that was even more powerful than Gu Linglong at this time, and that violent and uncontrollable spiritual pressure surrounded Yuanmu, and the red dust storm within a radius of three zhang could not take a step further.

Qiu Feng sighed slightly, and wanted to reach out and pat Yuanmu's shoulder, but he was forced to touch Yuanmu by the crazy spiritual pressure, so he smiled sadly: "Brother, it's hard work! Yuansen I will take good care of it." ”

Yuanmu arched his hand: "Thank you!" and then looked at everyone, revealing a look at the world: "Go and call the adults to evacuate!"

The remaining immortal cultivators with less than double digits waved at Yuanmu one after another, and approached the battlefield of Gu Linglong and Seraphim with flying swords.

The Seraphim was struggling to deal with Gu Linglong, and before he could react, he was knocked into the battle circle by an immortal cultivator. The immortal cultivator shouted, "My lord, leave quickly!" and then rushed to the Seraphim, grabbed him, and dragged him far away.

Before Gu Linglong could shout out, Qiu Feng and the other people had already come to her, shouting, "My lord, let's go!" and then couldn't help but say, one left and one right drove Gu Linglong and flew back.

Xiaoying followed closely with Yuan Sen with the help of another immortal cultivator, and he didn't forget to curse his big boss in his mouth, vowing to castrate him and throw him into the group of angels for them to ravage.

It is said that the angels are very silvery......

Thinking of the big boss's handsome face, Xiaoying smiled viciously.

The immortal cultivator who had flown a distance with the Seraphim in his arms estimated that Gu Linglong had already left the battlefield, so he raised his head, smiled at his enemy, and then pinched the trick of self-violence.

However, he found that he was powerless, and when he saw his body several times smaller, he knew that his Yuan Infant had been captured by the enemy.

Seraphim was extremely angry, and was actually held by a person with such poor strength and flew for a long distance before he came to his senses, looking at the confused Yuan Ying, Seraphim raised his hand to summon a flame, threw the villain in, and then gritted his teeth to appreciate the taste of the villain being burned by the fire of the soul.

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