"Go!" Yuan Yan waved his hand, and the soul fighters in the night sky held the sword directly, and the Tomahawk rushed in.
"Enemy!" A disciple of Huolin Zong roared loudly.
"Attack!" Within Huolinzong, a loud anger rang, and the disciples of Huolinzong below rushed to his goals like locusts. Haotianzong came to attack. Huo Linzong was obviously prepared.
Within a small range, dozens of soul fighters rushed down like fighters. The disciples below belonging to Huolinzong also rushed up and fought crazy.
War, sneak attack, assassination, siege, single fighting, group battles ... All kinds of tricks are exhausted, everything is just for victory.
One after another, one after another fell from the high altitude. In the high altitude, dozens of disciples of Huolinzong surrounded the two soul fighters, but they were killed by others.
Although there are few soul fighters, they are all elites. These people of Huolin Zong are very few, and they are also miserable. The people under the ancient immortal are killed by the ancient immortal soul fighter.
Like the disciples of Haotianzong that day, now facing the soul fighter, they only have the portrait of ***. The gap in one realm, even if ten of them can't beat them.
Zhang Ren passed directly and put the soul fighter's soul into the night gun. The soul entered the night gun, the enemy, Zhang Ren directly strangled, the soul fighter would naturally protect it.
One side!
Flash!
Zhang Ren passed by, and a Huolin Zong's ancient immortal was killed at once, and the soul was accepted. This is already Zhang Ren's seventh ancient immortal. Zhang Ren still has no anger and no joy.
It seems that nothing is born. The cold eyes scan the battlefield, watch whether there is a danger in the soul fighter, and also looking for the next opponent.
On the one hand, the disciples of Huo Linzong were afraid of everyone, because their people are constantly dying, and the other party has almost no damage. If both sides are severely damaged, they are died.
It was just their people. This made people from Huolin Zong lose the courage to fight.
In the temple of the Temple of Huo, Huo Linzong touched a golden token in this resident leader Peng Yue.
Old tears.
"Master gave me this station, for six thousand years, I have been trying to strengthen the station in this place, so as not to let Master disappoint. But I can't hold it now, I really can't help it."
"Adults, a large number of disciples appeared outside the Temple of the Visu, and the number was not less than 50,000, and it was still increasing. Ask an adult to settle." A Guxian -level master ran in panic.
"Even those low -level disciples have rushed over. It seems that our disciples outside have died or dropped, and Lord Tang Yan has not appeared yet.
. "Peng Yue said weakly.
Peng Yue wiped the golden order again, and carefully handed the gold medal to the ancient immortal disciple. "You escape and hand over this token to Master's hands.
"Adult!" The disciple fell on his knees, and his eyes were moist.
"Let's go, don't stay here to die." Peng Yue waved his hand again and again, and immediately took out the sword, looking at the north, the sky in the north, the disciples of the fire Linzong fell.
"Yuan Yue!" Peng Yue shouted, his voice was heartbroken. At this time, he had already held the belief of death.
"The God of God!" Li Mu, Zhao luxurious, looking at the pair at the same time, and at the same time rushed to Peng Yue. The Soul Fighter's order of Yuan Ye was extremely thorough, and even the rigid board. Yuan Ye ordered the three to kill Peng Yue, Li Mu
Three of them have been looking for Peng Yue without help. Now Peng Yue appears, and the three elders have killed them regardless of everything.
"Master Peng Yue!" As soon as the five ancient fairy -level masters saw the three great gods killed Peng Yue, regardless of the gap between strength and rushed over.
"Drink!" An Guxian tried to sneak attack on Zhao luxury, but at the moment he attacked, a black long gun didn't know when he appeared in front of himself, the disciple retreated immediately, and then the black gun appeared behind him again.
In the case where the ancient immortal had not had time to reflect, he pierced his body directly. A vast and boundless death of death came out of the black long gun and raged crazy in his body. At the same time, a huge force that could not resist
Surge towards your soul.
The gap is too big. This ancient immortal disciple has no ability to resist at all. At the moment he lost consciousness, he finally saw the face of the person. It was a cold man with a cold face and cold frost.
After accepting this ancient immortal master, Zhang Ren came to the other four people in front of the four people.
When the four Guxian saw this abrupt master, he couldn't help fighting a cold war. The instinct of the master made him decisively choose to retreat.
"Let's kill him together." One of the ancient immortals roared.
"good!"
The four ancient immortals formed a formation method, siege Zhang Ren, and the four -handed sword helped each other.
Zhang Ren's indifference continued to retreat, and he kept dodging, and he couldn't get out.
Zhang Ren, who was fighting at the four Great Great Great Ancient Fairy, retreated, and became more and more confident.
suddenly……
The gun shadow is hazy, the shape is illusory, and the shocking nine style is one after another.
"Panto ..."
Three sullen humming, the three ancient fairy were instantly killed by Zhang Ren, and the three souls were also accepted into the night gun.
"Damn!" The surviving Guxian scared, and retreated again and again. But he saw Zhang Ren's extremely cold eyes.
Then the ancient immortal had no consciousness!
Almost at the same time, Peng Yue's entire arm was directly unloaded than dry, and his heart part had an arrow feather stabbing on it.
The heart was shot through, and Peng Yue continued to fight with his strong strength! But it doesn't make much sense.
"Peng Yue, why do you let all your disciples accompany you to death?" Yuan Li's high altitude at this time, looking down at Peng Yue.
Peng Yue's blood -red eyes looked at Yuan Yan, and looked around, around, Huo Linzong's disciples had already surrendered, there were those who escaped, and there were those who continued to fight.
The disciples rushed over.
Watching the powerful Huo Linzong defeated in the past, Peng Yuexin was bleeding. At this time, he saw a Tian Sheng who was dressed in Xiazhou, and he came over. That day, the holy blood was bloody, and it was obvious that he had paid the price here.
At the same time, Tian Sheng looked at the battlefield here, and his face was blank.
Finally, the Saint saw Peng Yue that day, his face was innocent, his throat moved, and finally said, "I ... I came to ask for help.
Whether it is Huolinzong or Haotianzong, you are stunned. I do n’t know that the fool can say this.
"We can't stop Huolinzong!" Peng Yueqi jumped up and couldn't help crying.
"Adult, let the disciples under the door escape, don't send it to death anymore."
Peng Yue looked at the flowing blood that was flowing around, and sighed sadly: "Master, the apprentice is incompetent."
"The disciples listen to the order and escape from all directions. If you surrender, I don’t blame you!"