There are a total of eight strong men of the Fog Clan, and their bodies are either tall and mighty, or short and powerful, or slender and proud, or graceful, and so on, but there is only one thing that is the same, that is, their bodies are as vain as mist, not flesh and blood, and there is a sense of weirdness and demonism.

In addition, there are several alien beings in the Fog Clan's camp, who are elder-level guest kings, and all of them have reached the realm of the Great Emperor.

Due to the superiority in numbers, the momentum of the fog tribe is even stronger, and the fog rolls, faintly covering the sun and the moon, like a big demon traveling, there is a general trend of sweeping the world.

The two sides did not take action directly, because at their level, if there was a group battle, the movement would be too great, and it would be impossible to distinguish the winner in a short time.

In addition, the two sides have also agreed before, and they are ready to decide the ownership of the Xuanyin Hall in front of them in a single battle.

However, at this moment, a little blood appeared in the sky, at first just a little blood light flashed, and then turned into a blood-colored rainbow light and fell from the sky.

Bang.

With the sound of the ground like a substance, the next moment, on the high platform of the Zhantian Alliance, a long figure stopped on it, and the blood light dissipated, revealing a handsome young man.

Xia Mu put away the Streamer Sky Phoenix Wing behind him, his eyes swept the situation in the field, and he immediately understood the current situation, and when he even said to Li Yundong and the seven people, he smiled slightly: "Under the command of the Thunderdragon General of the Zhantian Alliance, the Metropolitan Governor Dongsheng of the 24th Pioneer Battalion of the First Army has seen a few Taoist friends. ”

Xia Mu said, and at the same time threw a Haqing token of the Wu Clan on the ground, and said in a sonorous and powerful tone: "Biyun Ling, who is on the edge of the Hundred Broken Continent, happened to meet the backer king of the Wu Clan, and let me kill it easily, and at the same time, I also learned about your situation here, so I specially rushed to support." ”

As soon as the voice fell, there was silence all around.

Everyone present, including the Mist Clan, no one suspected that Xia Mu would lie.

After all, all the kings present are emperor-level powerhouses, and they all have a certain status in their respective camps, whether what Xia Mu said is true or false, it can be easily confirmed, and the Keqing token thrown by Xia Mu does have the breath of the backer king on it, so it can't be faked.

It's just that to the surprise of everyone present, the backer king was killed by Xia Mu.

You must know that although the cultivation of the backer king is a little low, his ability to escape is stronger than most emperor-level powerhouses, otherwise it is impossible to crisscross the shattered star belt for hundreds of years without dying, even the lightning king, who is famous for his speed among the people, does not dare to say that he can kill the backer king.

In such a situation, the dissatisfaction caused by Xia Mu's unexpected arrival on the side of the Zhantian Alliance was gradually subsided, although there was one more guy who got a piece of the pie, but if the strength was strong enough, it was not impossible, besides, there were already eight people from the Fog Clan, and Xia Mu's arrival made the Zhantian Alliance's side grow a little stronger in terms of momentum, at least on the surface, it was already able to compete with the Fog Clan.

However, when the fog clan heard that the backer king was killed by Xia Mu, their faces were different, and most of them were sneering.

"Your Excellency probably didn't know that you were in for a catastrophe. On the side of the Fog Clan, the Phantom Mist King looked at Xia Mu and said coldly, and then his voice stopped abruptly, and he didn't continue, as if he wanted to hang Xia Mu's appetite.

In this regard, Xia Mu naturally ignored it directly, when he fought with the backer king, he vaguely guessed from the fact that the other party was able to summon a saint projection, and I was afraid that there was an eternal saint standing behind the backer king, but so what, could it be that he would not kill the opponent he would encounter in the future, as long as there was an eternal saint behind him.

This is obviously ridiculous and unrealistic. The Eternal Saint is indeed very strong, but this is the Shattered Star Belt, and the Zhantian Alliance also has an Eternal Saint-level general on the side, and he will never sit back and watch the enemy Saint act recklessly, which is also the biggest reliance for Xia Mu to dare to kill the backer king without any scruples, and the sky is falling from the top of the tall one.

"Ignorance!"

Seeing Xia Mu's calm demeanor, the Phantom Mist King let out a cold snort of disdain and stopped making a sound.

They are all cunning and scheming, so they naturally understand the reliance in Xia Mu's heart, if it is a backer king who is scattered and killed, it will definitely be a catastrophe, and they will face a life and death crisis in the near future. But if one of the Grand Governors of the Zhan Tian Alliance killed the King of the Backers, then the situation would naturally be different, at least when the Fog Clan Saint was preparing to retaliate, he would need to worry about the generals of the Zhan Tian Alliance, and he would need to plan carefully before he could act.

It is precisely because of this that the Phantom Mist King is too lazy to say anything, and it is not pleasant to be remembered by an eternal saint.

On the high platform, the Poisonous Mist King of the Fog Clan slowly stood up, his body was illusory, like a ghost, there was a green yin fire beating in his eyes, and he was indescribably evil, only to see him open his mouth and say: "Since everyone on both sides has arrived, it is inevitable that the night will be long and dreamy, so let's start the battle now to talk about winning or losing." ”

"Good. ”

Li Yundong, as the initiator of the Zhantian Alliance, immediately took the lead in answering the call, and as soon as his body moved, he stepped down from the jade chariot and walked into the void in the center of the two high platforms: "The first battle will be fought by me, which of you will die?"

The Yin Fire in the Poisonous Mist King's eyes suddenly swelled, and the mist around his body rolled, gradually differentiating into colorful colors, and turning into poisonous insects and beasts.

"Li Yundong, since you are in such a hurry to die, then I will fulfill you. The Poisonous Mist King said gloomily, and then the poisonous mist around him rolled up, and he left the high platform and flew towards the central void.

"Yuan Qi Kendo, Yuan Qi Gourd Chop. ”

Li Yundong let out a long roar, pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the purple gold gourd on the top of his head immediately burst out with sword light, spitting out a white sword qi two fingers wide, and the sword qi was imprinted with dense sword runes, showing various scenes of people in the ancient period of Yuan Qi Sword Dao cultivating qi, refining qi, and controlling qi and transforming swords.

Yuan Qi Kendo, with qi into a sword, as long as there is a breath, the sword qi is endless.

In the void, I saw countless sword qi erupting from the mouth of the gourd, and the sword light was brilliant, carrying not only the power of the simple sword, but also the strong belief and incomparably firm determination of the sword path of the Yuan Qi.

"Bluffing. ”

The Poison Mist King's expression was indifferent, and his mouth covered with Sensen's fangs made a fine grinding sound: "Void and floating, empty and wonderful, mysterious and insignificant, Great Freedom and Phaseless Heavenly Demon Dafa." ”

In the void, the figure of the Poison Mist King disappeared, no one knew how he disappeared, even if Xia Mu ran the Blood Demon Sutra, he could only sense that the Poison Mist King was still in the field, but there was no way to judge where he was, it seemed to be everywhere, and it seemed to be nowhere to be found.

"Slash!"

In the central void, Li Yundong was not in a hurry, the sword technique in his hand changed, and countless Yuan Qi sword lights rotated wildly around him, and slowly swept away beyond the void in all directions, the cold light flickered, and the sword qi rushed into the sky.