Regret to come to this world.

Ji Wushang thought about it and suddenly felt that this sentence was a little familiar. He instantly recalled the scene of Ye Wuzong killing Bai Yuxing in the city, shook his head and sighed at Xue Lian: "You better not deny the authenticity of this sentence..."

The other party's aura was not inferior to his own. Xue Lian frowned, then, his eyebrows stretched out and his tone teased: "The four people are not from the same force, are they going to hit hundreds of us?"

"What will happen to Yi Meitian, Wu Kexing, and Mu Hanyan?" Ye Wuzong asked back.

"Blood Refining, stop talking nonsense to him. Capture his sister. Even if he has a lotus tongue, it is impossible not to bow to us!" Wu Shen said coldly, and could see that he could hardly wait.

Xue Lian curled his smile, stared at the four people opposite him, was silent for a moment, and gave an order: "Kill!"

Boom, a series of breaths soaring into the sky suddenly burst out from the disciples of Yanluanyuan.

Although there were more casualties and injuries among the disciples of Yanluanyuan during the fight with the disciples of the Sword Sect, they could not resist the large number of them.

In order to come to Baodao Island, Chen Qingyue brought almost all the disciples who could go out in Yanluanyuan.

Just imagine, since the merger of the fourth colleges of Yunlan Academy, except for the Holy Academy, only Yanluan Academy is left.

How many disciples will be from Yanluanyuan!

Absolutely an amazing number!

"Hmph, using the method of piles of dead people can make you die without a burial place!" Xue Lian did not take action, but looked at him, with a gloating expression on his face.

However, as she finished saying this, the black god beside her, the black feathered robe, was automatically without wind, and the black feathered feathered shone coldly, like sharp blades.

He wanted to fight with Ye Wuzong and others to confirm his current martial arts level!

"kill!"

Countless Yanluan Academy disciples rushed towards Ye Wuzong and four others.

Faced with this powerful impact, Ye Wuzong was the first to take action and release the guardian spirit of the Sword Sect.

After the white-clothed guardian spirit appeared, the phantom of the long sword in his hand waved, and a dazzling white sword light slashed out and penetrated through the sky!

The disciples rushing in front row reflected this extreme white in their pupils. The next moment, they opened their mouths wide and their pupils showed a strong look of horror.

I thought that if one hundred people came together and the true qi shield formed by the true qi connected together, Ye Wuzong would not easily break it.

Who would have thought that the sword light that Ye Wuzhi cut out penetrated directly from the body of these disciples as if he had passed through the realm of no one.

The screams of forty or fifty people immediately became a whole, like a purgatory on earth. Most of them were blown to pieces by the sword light, while the disciples in the back row had their heads and limbs, all of them flying in the air.

"What a powerful sword light!" Xue Lian was shocked. Only by feeling Ye Wuzong's sword up close could you feel the horror.

She completely restrained her underestimation of Ye Wuzong and became more determined. She must not fight with this person one-on-one!

"Demon King Long Fist!" Ji Wushang faced the vast army of disciples of Yanluanyuan and directly shot out the thunder-like demon king Long Fist. The powerful demon power in his body flew out. Although he was only at the peak of the first level of the Martial King Realm, his true energy was not inferior to any fourth level of the Martial King Realm.

Boom boom boom boom-!

The purple fist slammed into the chests and heads of those disciples, and instantly saw a bloody scene. Although the lethality was not as good as Ye Wuzong's sword, it was still terrifying!

"It's amazing!" The black god let out a clear roar and came to Ji Wushang, waving his long sleeves, like dancing. On the long sleeves, black feathers shot towards Ji Wushang like blades.

The purple silver bell on Ji Wushang's earlobe swung gently and immediately made a crisp sound of wind chimes.

"That's the treasure of the Ghost Sect, the Soul-Snatching Sound Ring!" Wu Shen's pupils shrank, and he felt dizzy, and the true energy he controlled became disordered.

Swish swish swish swish-!

Those sharp black feathers lost the precise control of true energy, and their flight trajectory also deviated.

All of them were avoided perfectly by Ji Wushang.

Ji Wushang took this opportunity and suddenly took a step forward, came to Wu Shen, and punched the opponent's head.

The Wu Shen also slapped it out with a palm, and flowing black smoke condensed on his palm.

boom!

The two of them collided with their fists and palms. This attack was about the realm of both sides and the depth of true energy.

Swish—!

The two of them retreated dozens of steps back at the same time, and no one could do anything to each other.

The black god did not give up. He suddenly jumped up and flew in the air, bringing out black shadows, just like a crow.

He moved very quickly. When his body paused, black feather feathers with cold light shot towards Ji Wushang.

"So fast." Ji Wushang could not judge the trajectory of the Wushen's speeding trajectory, so he could only choose to dodge. After two or three dodges, although the black feathered peach could not accurately hit him, it forced him into a bit embarrassed.

"Ye Wujin alone, dealing with Yi Meitian, Mu Hanyan, Wu Kexing, you can't fall behind, but I can't even solve the protection of Yanluanyuan!" Ji Wushen felt very awkward. Now he felt that the gap between him and Ye Wujin was getting bigger and bigger.

"You resist in front, the rear is empty, we will surround the back!" At this time, some disciples of Yanluanyuan thought they were smart and detoured to the back of the dragon root of the third generation.

They thought no one was guarding here.

But they just got around here.

A black cauldron suddenly fell from the sky.

He smashed the ground with a bang, and at the same time, he smashed six disciples.

The six disciples instantly became fuzzy.

In the smoke and dust.

Fan Fei Shen stood up and walked over.

A huge black cauldron phantom appeared on him, which condensed into extremely strong pressure on him.

"He is the God of Fan Fei..." The disciples of Yanluan Academy said in horror.

"This feeling is really good. No wonder many people with twin blood souls are known as peerless geniuses." Fan Feishen clenched his fists and felt the abundant power brought in his body.

"Martial Emperor Realm..."

He murmured.

Then, he shook his head and said, "No, he has not reached the realm of the Martial Emperor, but he has left the category of the War King!"

Wow—!

A huge white eagle demon actually condensed into his body!

The eagle's expression was extremely ferocious, and there was a rapid flowing wind around.

The Wind Patrol Falcon, the sixth-grade blood soul of the Earth level!

At this point, Fan Fei Shen became a half-step martial emperor with twin blood souls.

"go!"

The God of Fan Fei bent his finger and the huge black cauldron instantly broke out of the air. This time, the speed of the big cauldron flying away was astonishingly fast.

Because, under this big cauldron, there was a gust of wind dragging it to fly!

The Fengxuan attribute of the Wind Patrol Falcon brings unparalleled speed, making up for the defect that the Black Cauldron has only power but no attack speed!
Chapter completed!