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Chapter 820

"It's Leng Hun, kill him for me!" The third elder Ye Tian shouted, and the eight Shuras rushed towards Leng Hun.

Although these eight Shuras were newly promoted, they were all powerful people with hundreds of people, which was extremely terrifying. In a moment, they surrounded Leng Soul in the center. However, Leng Soul was not an ordinary strong man, and they killed two Shuras in an instant.

However, Leng Hun's body was also injured.

"Go and help Lenghun!" Long Wu shouted, and the twelve flying eagles headed towards Lenghun under the leadership of the broken sword.

The battle situation in other aspects is also very tragic.

Puff!

Lu Kun was stabbed and fell into a pool of blood.

"Look, Lu Kun died in battle!"

"Did Lu Kun die like this?"

The people in the underground circles hidden in the dark were shocked. Lu Kun was a hero who was killed in battle now, but he also killed many powerful Ye family members.

Puff!

"Look, three more dead in the Eight Great Shuras of the Ye family!" Many eyes fell on the Eight Great Shuras of the Ye family. Now there are only three of them left in the Eight Great Shuras.

"Die!" As the sound rang out, the weapons of the third elder of the Ye family sank into Leng Hun's heart.

Immediately afterwards, Leng Hun's clothes were soaked in blood. As everyone's eyes were gaze, Leng Hun fell into a pool of blood.

"Oh my God, even the fast sword cold soul is dead, it's really tragic!"

"Who said no!"

"Look there, Sang Biao fell down, and Zhao Zhuang, these are the masters left by Ye Qiu. Are they all killed in battle?"

Looking at the miserable scene, the crowd was trembling fiercely. Such a miserable battle may only be available on the battlefield, especially the sprinkling of blood has dyed the earth red.

Nowadays, all the "corpses" are everywhere on the earth.

Too tragic.

The Ye family also suffered heavy losses, just for the sake of Ye Jun, so many people died.

The war continued, and everyone fell in a pool of blood. All the eight Shuras of the Ye family were killed in battle, and there were less than fifty left in the Ye family's hundreds of dragon guards.

Of course, Long Wu's side did not get any benefits, and hundreds of brothers were basically almost done with them.

But what everyone didn't notice was that Master Qing was not here.

"Kill!" Can Jianjian led the twelve flying eagles to attack the Ye family's dragon guards, which was already unstoppable. However, there are only five people left in the twelve flying eagles, but they are still very terrifying, especially under the leadership of Can Jianjian, which is unstoppable.

Although this is just a show, it is also a contest. Jiang Taijun found that all the masters that the Ye family can fight were already dead. Even if they pretended to die, they were defeated.

"Old lady, retreat!" said the fourth elder Ye Zhen.

"The Fourth Elder said it is right. Our people are gone. If we continue to fight, we will all die here!" Li Hong said.

"Retreat?" Jiang Taijun thought to himself, where can he retreat?

"Don't let them run away, don't leave any one!" As Long Wu finished speaking, the remaining sword and the remaining Fifth Brother Flying Eagle Sword flashed. In a moment, several more dragon guards from the Ye family fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Taijun's face looked ugly.

"Fight with them!" Ye Zhen shouted, leading the remaining Ye family dragon guards to kill the broken swords, and eventually fell into a pool of blood.

"Die, all dead!" Those who were hiding in the dark looked at the messy battlefield in horror. Almost all the people from the Ye family died in battle, leaving only Li Hong and Jiang Taiyun.

Moreover, the people and horses of Long Wuna, except for the broken sword and five flying eagles, were less than thirty people alive, and they also suffered heavy losses.
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