"The enemy has come to kill!"

Boom! A loud bang came, accompanied by a terrifying wave of air.

Pup puff! Immediately afterwards, several disciples bleed away and fell into the court in a mess.

Wow, a series of sounds of breaking winds sounded, and Zhang Yi and his group of people flew over with murderous aura.

Instantly.

Everyone had a solemn expression and was ready to face each other.

Seeing the scene in front of you, everyone was so scared that their hearts trembled, and their faces showed a look of surprise.

"Damn! In order to welcome us, you don't need to have such a big fight, right?"

Bazhu gasped and cursed.

"I said Bazhu, you won't be afraid anymore, are you?"

The hound finds it a little funny.

"Am I afraid of yarn?"

Bazhu raised his chest, but the expression on his face still betrayed him.

Han Wuyi slowly stood up, looking at them without any trace, and his eyes quickly fell on Zhang Yi, who was in charge.

Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he also looked at the other party's formation.

It is worthy of being a sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years, but it can still form such a huge formation! Han Wuyi looked directly at Zhang Yi and asked in a deep voice: "Are you Zhang Yi?"

Zhang Yi lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and smiled and said, "That's right, I'm Zhang Yi!"

"You really have the courage to bring people to our Corpse Control Sect."

Han Wuyi narrowed his eyes and shouted, "How did you do to our young master?"

"Your young master is that beast prince, right?"

Zhang Yi pretended to realize it suddenly, then grinned and said, "I'm sorry, he was broken by us!"

As soon as these words were said, the elders' expressions changed, and each of them had a cold evil spirit on their faces.

The young master with many tricks has actually died, and he is still the kind of person who died tragically... Han Wuyi was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

He had a glimmer of hope, but this glimmer of hope soon became despair.

The young master has died tragically. How should he explain to the sect leader?

Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable! Han Wuyi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "All disciples obey the order!"

"exist!"

Hundreds of disciples of the sect responded, their voices extremely loud.

"Design the formation, kill them, and avenge the young master!"

Han Wuyi shouted.

"Avenge the young master!"

The disciples of all the sects roared together, and the roar penetrated everyone present, extremely deafening.

The next moment.

While their positions changed, bursts of crisp flute sounds echoed in this square.

Instantly.

In the entire square, murderous aura soared into the sky, and the momentum seemed even more majestic.

Swish—Everyone drew out their respective weapons and was ready to fight.

The battle was about to break out! Zhang Yi's expression was relatively lazy. He bit a finger and scattered blood on everyone's weapons.

Faced with such a terrifying situation, Zhang Yi had to give out his Zhang family blood.

With his Zhang family blood, the battle corpses on the field were no longer worth worrying! Zhang Yi took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "I came here just to figure out two things."

Han Wuyi raised his eyebrows and asked subconsciously: "What's the matter?"

"The first thing, tell me all about research!"

"The second thing, tell me everything about the gods!"

Zhang Yi's face was filled with a frivolous smile and his expression was domineering: "If you don't say it, next, the corpse sect will flow into a river and corpses will spread all over the world..." As soon as these words came out, the elders of the corpse sect expressed their expressions.

A little uneasy.

Han Wuyi's face suddenly became ugly.

At this time, Xu Yuanzhong sneered: "We will not tell you, please persuade you to die of this heart!"

Since that's the case... Blood-washing Corpse Control Sect.

Let's start from this moment! Boom! In an instant, everyone took a step forward together, and the terrifying aura penetrated their bodies.

Faced with such a terrifying vast aura, Han Wuyi frowned and even felt a little uncomfortable in his breathing.

Some people underestimate these people.

But it's not enough! Boom boom! The next moment.

Xu Yuanzhong led the elders to surge out of their aura. With the emergence of this aura, he completely overwhelmed Zhang Yi's side.

Everyone's expressions remained unchanged, their expressions were still relaxed and calm, and they were even more warlike.

Today will be the time for the Emperor's Sect to be proud.

Zhang Yi stepped on the cigarette butt and waved his hand: "Seniors, let's do it!"

Swish--Immediately afterwards, everyone flew up, targeting the elders of Han Wuyi and the others.

"Get up!"

At the same time as the shout sounded, a terrifying killing formation had already formed on the opposite side.

Roar! A war corpse roared to the sky, culprits snatching the fangs and claws.

Master Yunsong held the whisk in his hand, and a stream of light suddenly emerged, sweeping up like a surging wave.

Puff puff puff - Several disciples were hit hard and bleeded away.

With the lessons learned from the past, their primary goal is to solve the flute-playing disciples.

As if they were aware of the intentions of everyone, their formation changed again.

The battle corpse is in front of him, and the disciples of the sect are hiding behind him.

These war corpses had no pain at all, and they were wave after wave, as if endless.

For a moment, everyone was trapped in the battle corpse killing formation and fell into a stalemate.

Although the situation was a bit unfavorable, Zhang Yi and the others were still at ease.

Seeing the battle corpses falling down, the faces of the elders of Han Wuyi changed slightly.

"Why do our war corpses become so fragile?"

Han Wuyi said heavily.

They originally thought that these war corpses were enough for Zhang Yi and the others to drink a pot.

But the development of things was unexpected.

The battle corpse with copper and iron bones has become fragile.

Xu Yuanzhong narrowed his eyes, suddenly a flash of inspiration, and exclaimed: "I understand!"

Um?

More than a dozen elders turned their heads one after another.

Xu Yuanzhong clenched his fists and said with a very ugly expression: "Zhang Yi comes from the Zhang family, and his Zhang family blood can just control our battle corpse!"

Silence! Continuous silence! The sect collected the corpses of strong men for several years, and then spent a lot of resources to temper them.

However, at this moment, the Zhan Zi was as fragile as tofu when facing Zhang Yi and the others.

They were very unwilling, and they were in a heavy mood, and even more uneasy.

This is Zhang Jiabao blood.

It can not only relieve all poisons, but also restrain the corpse of war... It seems that this is the purpose of the god scientific research team to study Zhang's blood.

It's really incredible.

But soon, Han Wuyi shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "According to the information I have received, Zhang Yi's mother is not a member of the Zhang family, why is Zhang's blood still flowing in his body?"

"This..." Hearing this, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they were puzzled.

From ancient times to the present, the Zhang family has established clan rules that clan members must not intermarry with foreign tribes, so that they can preserve their bloodline.

But judging from the situation in front of you, Zhang Yi's body is the authentic Zhang family bloodline.

"Ahhh..." At this moment, shrill screams sounded, and several disciples of the sect were dismembered by five horses.

Han Wuyi and others subconsciously looked up.
Chapter completed!