At that moment, Guo Potian was the god, the hero in the minds of these students waiting for rescue. He held a mace and instantly knocked down dozens of orcs to the ground. His cold and unshakable eyes and his strong face all showed his strength when facing orcs exponentially.

At the same time, inspiring scenes appeared in many places on the battlefield. When more than half of the contestants were at a loss in the face of the tragic battlefield, people who represented the future hope of the Holy Heaven Dynasty stood up and showed everyone the power they were proud of.

"Martial Arts Academy, Hu Yan is invincible."

"Tengyun Pavilion, Tian Qingsong."

"Empty Jiding, Xiaoyaozi." A short evil man in the tall and short group has the moment of showing his power, and it is also a time to satisfy their personal honor. Who doesn't want to succeed and become famous, and who doesn't want to be prominent in front of others for many years has been practicing for the sake of being able to shine brightly one day.

When I studied hard for ten years and titled the Golden List, I was tempered by the hot summer and became the blooming fireworks.

"Empty Silent Top, Tian Xianzi." The tall man was still lazy, neither salty nor light, but the power released by the spear in his hand was not weak at all.

"Running the Wheel Cliff, Jinqi, Hairong." The loving couple in their early thirties, handsome men and beautiful women, and a pair of couple-like swords also exudes nobility. Once they enter the battlefield, they release the most gorgeous ultimate moves, which are both beautiful and lethal. They easily attract everyone's attention, making people full of fantasy about the sects on the mainland that can develop the most spiritual energy of objects.

"Miyoshi, Mikong." The twin monk waved his palms, and the compassion of the monks overflowed the faces of the two of them, but his subordinates were not vague at all. He was either dead or injured when he made an action. He was quite stunning. He didn't go to hell, but for some reason, they only reported one person's Dharma number. No one cared about this matter in the melee, and just a flash of thoughts passed by.

As for the Madman Sword, he would not sign up. He just used the purest and simplest sword technique to demonstrate what power is to those he saved.

All the elites from all walks of life were revealed. Although they only talked about more than a dozen people, they instantly led the elites in various sects to react the same way, resisting the first round of the orcs' attack. The individual strength was far greater than that of the opponent's contestants, and soon stabilized their position. Although they paid a certain price, they understood what cooperation was.

Leave your back to your trusted partner.

Madman Jian and Guo Potian have never cooperated in the true sense, and Hu Yan is not even invincible. But when these three people gathered together after the large army stabilized their positions, their state of attacking against the orc army taught everyone a lesson.

There is no need for eye contact or reminder or shouting. When you have his presence in your sight, you will deliberately help him to guard his back.

"Tengyun Pavilion, kill!" A very dull voice, a very muddy person, there was no surging enthusiasm in his voice, nor was there a magnetic encouragement, but this indifference made all the disciples and disciples of Tengyun Pavilion around the battlefield feel like they were injected with chicken blood, either gathering in three or two, or grouping in groups, actively fighting back at the orc army.

A figure floated into the air and became the target of all enemies. Its clothes and its sightless temperament were not gorgeous. The sword in its hand burst out with a hundred feet of light, gathering into a huge sword of energy, facing the army of orcs, and a deep ditch became the tomb of all orcs in an area.

"kill!"

This is influence. Even the senior brother Tian Qingsong can only secretly envy but must admit it. It comes from the influence of Cai Zhulu, a real genius warrior at Tengyun Pavilion. At this critical moment, his appearance was like a beacon in the night sea, guiding the direction for all the disciples of Tengyun Pavilion.

Dan Tai Fuyu was still calm and clear, without any passionate or noticeable actions. She just shuttled through the orc army, attacking commanders of all sizes, and using the most real actions to act as a guardian for everyone.

"Hahahaha... it's refreshing..." Hu Yan Wudi laughed to the sky, not idle in his hands, and roared angrily: "Sons from the Martial Arts Academy, look, who is that."

The sword energy of the soft sword soared into the sky, guiding everyone in a direction.

Ouyang Tian was very depressed, although he had fought bravely to fight the enemy, even though he had tried his best to command, even though...

As a result, when it was really messy, he just wanted to kill a few more orcs to relieve his anger, but he never thought of relying on his personal charm to influence everyone on the battlefield with practical actions. Perhaps he had thought about it, but for some reason, the realm of Wuzong that he was proud of was not as powerful as he imagined on the battlefield. Especially after seeing this group of people, Hu Yan was not as powerful as his own, and Guo Potian, who had just been admitted to the hospital, why are their combat abilities so strong? Why?

With red eyes and following the direction guided by Huyan Wudi's sword energy, Ouyang Tian was very angry. There, a figure that slowly walked out was like a nightmare that had been entangled with him for a while, and he could not get rid of it no matter what.

It is normal to carry a sword, the sword is unsheathed, and it is normal to walk. It is normal for wandering on the street market. Everything is normal. What is abnormal is the current environment. In this battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people are piled up on a small area, thousands of lives will be destroyed in an instant. A person's power is humble here. Unless you are so powerful that you can turn into flat ground within a few kilometers of radius between waves, all you can do is follow the large army and feed the other party's army bit by bit.

"Senior Brother." Wang Haidong wiped off the sweat beads on his forehead and pulled out the big knife that had been cut into the orc's body with a smile.

"The eldest brother is here." Han Ying and Kang Bao spoke almost at the same time.

Nie Kong did not have Cai Zhulu's status in Tengyun Pavilion, nor did he have the appeal and influence of him, but he had his admirers.

Nie Kong raised his head, looked at the orc army, and looked at the Dan Tai Fuyu who was in the center of the area. The focus of his sight was not on the flashing and moving toward there, nor on Cai Zhulu who had knocked several orc masters down. Instead, he suddenly accelerated his pace, like a ghostly phantom, rushed to that area under the incredible gaze of everyone. The sword light shone, and a bloody head was carried on the tip of the sword. The entire orc army suddenly became riots like losing its backbone. It was a stalemate and a qualitative change occurred.

"Martial Arts Academy, Nie Kong."

The sound was very flat, but it spread throughout the battlefield.

More than ten years of life without giving up on oneself, and three years of practice have completely turned himself into a cultivator, abandoning almost all comforts, and walking out of self-study in which pain is called mental illness.

At this moment, the fireworks are brilliant, and they belong to Nie Kong's blooming, dazzling.
Chapter completed!