As Tang San and Ma Hongjun left, a large piece of defense suddenly became empty.

Groups of pink girls drove straight into the center of the position!

The others are too scattered, and the number of pink girls is increasing, so they have no time to clone them.

Seeing dozens of pink girls rushing in, Zhao Wuji was ready to take action.

"Teacher Zhao, just look at Rongrong and Oscars. Their vision in the purple mist is too small, and it is difficult to assist others in fighting."

Seeing the blade holding the sword towards the gap, Zhao Wuji took back the steps he had just taken and laughed: "You kid, go with peace of mind!"

"Then I'll go."

The blade did not turn back and began to accumulate strength under his feet. He shook his head and smiled: "I hate fighting and killing the most."

There was an ordinary sword weapon on his right hand, which was the black iron he made himself.

Soul power blesses sword weapon.

One day's strength!

Two-day speed!

Three-day soul!

The moment before the blade was about to launch an attack, three colors shot out from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tower in Ning Rongrong's hand and fell on the blade.

The blade felt that there were three inexplicable forces in the body.

He still doesn't understand it and stay away from it.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

"Thank you."

Move your feet!

His whole body rushed towards the pink girl less than ten meters like a sharp arrow.

The first priority of group battles is to cause the greatest damage with the least strength!

So, the blade chooses to be close combat!

Soul power is poured into the blade and black iron!

In one confrontation, the two swords beheaded the six pink girls who rushed over!

Ning Rongrong and Oscar couldn't see what was happening there in the purple mist, and only heard various sharp weapons breaking their bodies, heavy objects landing on the ground, and a low roar...

But Flander, Zao Wuji, and Liu Erlong were all attracted by the attention.

There is one-sided killing!

There is no soul skill, no soul power fluctuation, no fancy, no soul power overflows!

Two sharp swords were waving in the blade's hand.

With one wave and one thorn, pink blood splattered and the corpse fell to the ground.

The blade kicked the corpse in front of him, and the three pink girls who rushed from the tree in front were knocked away by the flying corpse.

Backhand stab!

From the rear, a pink girl, who is more than seven hundred years old, has sprayed a purple mist.

The soul power broke away the purple mist in the form of vibration waves, and the blade pierced straight into the pink girl's hideous mouth...

shave!

A pink girl who rushed from the side split into two halves under the black iron sword.

The internal organs and blood spilled out...

Time gradually passes.

Zhu Zhuqing and others felt that the pressure was reduced sharply, but they didn't understand why for a while.

But it's always a good thing.

"Dean, what's wrong with you?" Ning Rongrong stared at the direction where the blade was heading with a very serious expression.

Flander waved his hand: "No worries, no worries."

Zhao Wuji's face was solemn: "Isn't this kid a little too scary, right?"

Liu Erlong covered his mouth and looked there with a dull look: "How could this child..."

The master said: "What happened?"

Flander smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "You will know when it's over."

Ning Rongrong and Oscar were worried when he looked at the blade. The footsteps coming from there were too messy, but no big news came.

Give people a strange feeling.

The corpses near the blade have long been formed.

Hundreds of pink girls with varying cultivation levels have just surrounded me.

The blade shook the swords in his hand, and the pink blood faded, one black and one white in his hand.

He looked at the pink man who was thinking layer after layer of the surroundings.

The hundreds of pink girls who gathered here did not get close to each other, and they were afraid that they would be ready to rush over, otherwise their clothes might be broken.

This is made of Tiansilk Ice Silk, worth hundreds of golden soul coins!

Forget it, it will take some soul power.

A moment of thinking determines the luxury.

He wants to use his big move!

Since joining the war, his soul power consumption has been at the lowest consumption state, and his soul power is still very full.

Zhao Wuji whispered to Flander, who was possessed by martial souls: "Do you want to take action?"

Flander stared at the quiet and weird place, shook his head for a moment: "Look at it again."

Liu Erlong pursed his lips and looked at the side where the blade was.

Ning Rongrong, Master and others were a little worried, and the direction of the blade suddenly became quiet.

"Flander, is there really no problem with Blade?" The master told Flander, who had already had soul power fluctuations.

"No problem yet." Flander said lightly after pushing four corners of his eyes.

His eyes never left the battlefield where the blade was.

On the other hand, Tang San and Ma Hongjun have already fought with the pink girl...

There was a lot of noise, and there was a howling explosion and howling when something exploded.

Zhao Wuji turned part of his attention there, and there was Flander here, so there would be no problem.

Ning Rongrong looked at the blade and stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

The roars of the whole family came from the mouth of the pink girl who surrounded the blade.

The sound of messy footsteps sounded.

Flander is ready to take action at any time.

"Teacher Erlong, what's wrong with Blade?" Ning Rongrong held Liu Erlong's hand anxiously and shook it.

Liu Erlong ignored her and his eyes were on the blade.

In that battlefield, there are at least seven pink girls of the millennium level!

Nearly a hundred soul beasts of five or six hundred years!

Even a level 60-level strong attack soul master may not be able to deal with it!

This kid, Blade...

She is also ready to take action.

The blade looked at the pink girls coming all over, and the black iron was put away.

He bent over and turned his blade in my hand, accumulating strength!

Be closer, denser...

Just as Flander and Liu Erlong stepped together to prepare to save people.

A deep purple soul ring rose from the feet of the blade!

The third soul skill - kill you scoundrels!!

The body rotates!

The sword turns with you!

Circles of cold light spread in all directions with the blade as the center...
To be continued...