When a ball falls, it will startle a scream. The blue inner flame is like the fire of hell, burning and hot, and the air suddenly heats up.

Under the burning of the blue flames, many people lost control of their spiritual power, and were more fled in panic, trying to leave this terrifying battlefield.

"Ah, the fire is coming again, it is coming again, hurry up, run away." The young man screamed and fled to the side in panic.

"Save, help..." A man's eyes widened, his legs trembled constantly, and before he could finish his words, a ball of blue flame hit his head.

With a huh, my hair burned, my whole head burned, and then I screamed in the violent sea of ​​fire.

The battle is still going on and is coming to an end. Zhiyan stopped and stood beside Ming Yihan to watch the battle. Murong Lanxue and Sharon controlled the entire battlefield. The great master's cultivation level swept over like a tornado. The last thousand mercenaries could not withstand their destruction...

The two great masters were stunned and their mouths opened wide, and they had not closed for a long time.

Great, great master, two such young masters.

Both of them are over 100-year-old masters. When they suddenly saw Murong Lanxue and Sharon wearing dark blue lights in the crowd, their eyes were so shocked that they were about to fall off.

"I'm not mistaken." The old man with white bearded voice was dull and he couldn't help asking.

"Young Grandmaster, you read that right." The old man in the green robe next to him shook his head and looked at Zhiyan and Ming Yihan behind Murong Lanxue with sharp eyes.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. As soon as you look at it, your body suddenly fell from mid-air.

The pressure, the pressure of the strong man, just as he looked over, Ming Yihan's powerful pressure came over.

The mind tingled, the heart suffocated, as if a drowning person was about to die.

Dong!

Just as the old man in the green robe fell down, the old man in the white beard also fell from mid-air and fell to bite the dog.

He felt that his body was heavy and then fell down uncontrollably, not even knowing what was going on.

Two thuds attracted the attention of the Rakshasa adventure team, but in just a moment, they rushed to the remaining mercenaries again.

"Who are you?" the old man in green robe said with a hint of awe. He looked at Ming Yihan humbly, not daring to act carelessly.

His greeting surprised the white-bearded old man next to him. He looked up and looked over curiously. Suddenly, his whole body became cold and cold sweat appeared on his back.

"Ge, who is your lord?" The old man with white beard trembled slightly, his attitude was very low. Ming Yihan in front of him exuded a terrifying aura, making people unable to help but want to escape.

The strong, the absolute strong, they dare to conclude that the man on the opposite side is not as weak as the Holy Sect.

"Do you have the right to know?" Ming Yihan's thin lips opened lightly, his face full of indifference and disdain, like a lofty king, exuding an unconcealed aristocratic aura all over his body, mysterious, powerful, and indifferent.

"Yes, yes, we are not qualified to know." The two great masters wiped their cold sweat at the same time, nodding and answering.

Outside the forest, a large number of spiritual people rushed over. The moment they came in, they saw two great masters nodding and bowing, all with a look of surprise.

"Ah, die, die!" With a scream, the spirits who arrived finally found the dead bodies on the ground, and their faces were pale in an instant.

The pupils of the spirits shrank suddenly, their eyes were scarlet, and their legs couldn't help but feel soft.

Death, dead man!

sky!

There was a sound of breathing sound at the scene.

Many people moved back a little, and the scene was bloody, cruel, hideous and terrifying, making people's souls tremble.

"Vomit!" A mercenary with a slightly poor psychological endurance could not help but vomit.

"Vomit, Vomit!" A chain reaction occurred at the scene, and a row of mercenaries hugged their stomachs and vomited wildly.

"God, these people are simply demons..." The middle-aged spirit sighed, and looked at the Rakshasa adventure team with fear and horror.

"Devil, the demon who kills without blinking..." The young man shouted together, his face full of fear.

"Damn, the Red Blood Mercenary Group, they actually killed so many members of the Red Blood Mercenary Group."

"Mom, are they still human?"

...

"It's Grand Master Hao and Grand Master Ning, God, what are they doing? How do you salute a young man?"

...

With a low cry, the spirits coming were thrust by the scene, their hearts were thrust with shock and confusion. When a ball fell, they would scream. The blue inner flames were like the fire of hell, scorching hot, and the air suddenly heated up.

Under the burning of the blue flames, many people lost control of their spiritual power, and were more fled in panic, trying to leave this terrifying battlefield.

"Ah, the fire is coming again, it is coming again, hurry up, run away." The young man screamed and fled to the side in panic.

"Save, help..." A man's eyes widened, his legs trembled constantly, and before he could finish his words, a ball of blue flame hit his head.

With a huh, my hair burned, my whole head burned, and then I screamed in the violent sea of ​​fire.

The battle is still going on and is coming to an end. Zhiyan stopped and stood beside Ming Yihan to watch the battle. Murong Lanxue and Sharon controlled the entire battlefield. The great master's cultivation level swept over like a tornado. The last thousand mercenaries could not withstand their destruction...

The two great masters were stunned and their mouths opened wide, and they had not closed for a long time.

Great, great master, two such young masters.

Both of them are over 100-year-old masters. When they suddenly saw Murong Lanxue and Sharon wearing dark blue lights in the crowd, their eyes were so shocked that they were about to fall off.

"I'm not mistaken." The old man with white bearded voice was dull and he couldn't help asking.

"Young Grandmaster, you read that right." The old man in the green robe next to him shook his head and looked at Zhiyan and Ming Yihan behind Murong Lanxue with sharp eyes.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. As soon as you look at it, your body suddenly fell from mid-air.

The pressure, the pressure of the strong man, just as he looked over, Ming Yihan's powerful pressure came over.

The mind tingled, the heart suffocated, as if a drowning person was about to die.

Dong!

Just as the old man in the green robe fell down, the old man in the white beard also fell from mid-air and fell to bite the dog.

He felt that his body was heavy and then fell down uncontrollably, not even knowing what was going on.

Two thuds attracted the attention of the Rakshasa adventure team, but in just a moment, they rushed to the remaining mercenaries again.

"Who are you?" the old man in green robe said with a hint of awe. He looked at Ming Yihan humbly, not daring to act carelessly.

His greeting surprised the white-bearded old man next to him. He looked up and looked over curiously. Suddenly, his whole body became cold and cold sweat appeared on his back.

"Ge, who is your lord?" The old man with white beard trembled slightly, his attitude was very low. Ming Yihan in front of him exuded a terrifying aura, making people unable to help but want to escape.

The strong, the absolute strong, they dare to conclude that the man on the opposite side is not as weak as the Holy Sect.

"Do you have the right to know?" Ming Yihan's thin lips opened lightly, his face full of indifference and disdain, like a lofty king, exuding an unconcealed aristocratic aura all over his body, mysterious, powerful, and indifferent.

"Yes, yes, we are not qualified to know." The two great masters wiped their cold sweat at the same time, nodding and answering.

Outside the forest, a large number of spiritual people rushed over. The moment they came in, they saw two great masters nodding and bowing, all with a look of surprise.

"Ah, die, die!" With a scream, the spirits who arrived finally found the dead bodies on the ground, and their faces were pale in an instant.

The pupils of the spirits shrank suddenly, their eyes were scarlet, and their legs couldn't help but feel soft.

Death, dead man!

sky!

There was a sound of breathing sound at the scene.

Many people moved back a little, and the scene was bloody, cruel, hideous and terrifying, making people's souls tremble.

"Vomit!" A mercenary with a slightly poor psychological endurance could not help but vomit.

"Vomit, Vomit!" A chain reaction occurred at the scene, and a row of mercenaries hugged their stomachs and vomited wildly.

"God, these people are simply demons..." The middle-aged spirit sighed, and looked at the Rakshasa adventure team with fear and horror.

"Devil, the demon who kills without blinking..." The young man shouted together, his face full of fear.

"Damn, the Red Blood Mercenary Group, they actually killed so many members of the Red Blood Mercenary Group."

"Mom, are they still human?"

...

"It's Grand Master Hao and Grand Master Ning, God, what are they doing? How do you salute a young man?"

...
Chapter completed!