At this moment, the battlefield is at the back gate of Wan Lei Tianmen.
One hundred ordinary disciples fell in a pool of blood, and the lightning power went out with a faint crackling sound.
The battle situation can be described as one-sided.
The opponent is a guy who punches quickly and is very powerful, but has a bit of a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
This person strides forward and waves his fists, as if eight fists are attacking at the same time, which can take care of all directions.
In the last war, the Blood Fire Gods and Demons Association lost Sanxuan Lord, Liu Feiying, Eight Hundred Tigers, and Nine Canglong Queen.
In order to supplement their strength, they recruited eight-armed monkeys, hydra, and six-river crabs, which were only stronger than before.
Plus Qisha Nu, Shizhongshan, Big Sword Ghost King and Er Wushuang.
Seven alone are enough to cause a big storm.
The ordinary disciples of Wan Lei Tian Clan came to support them again, and they were almost dumbfounded when they saw a huge snake with nine heads.
"Come if you are not afraid of death."
The Hydra was completely rude, crushing it with its huge body, swallowing each head in one bite, and gulping down all nine heads at the same time.
It was not that the disciples of Wan Lei Tian Clan didn't resist. They blasted with thunder fists and struck with thunder blades. The Hydra had rough skin and thick flesh, and could not be shaken by any force.
What's even more terrifying is that when Hydra swallows a disciple, it can immediately digest and absorb the thunder power.
Snakes are inherently huge and difficult to deal with.
It's fine now, this snake's body is full of electricity.
The Wan Lei Tianmen disciples retreated again and again, seeing that the battle line was about to collapse.
At this time, nine figures rushed up like lightning, one person rushing towards a snake head.
A thunder blade cut off a snake's head in the midst of lightning and flint.
A thunder fist hit the snake hard on the head and exploded it.
Another seven-thunder explosion, and another snake head was beaten until it was completely unrecognizable.
At the critical moment, Lei Heng came with his masters. With a strong stance, he directly killed nine snake heads and stopped Hydra from being unscrupulous.
The huge snake body suddenly fell down and hit the ground hard, causing a strong vibration.
Those ordinary disciples were dumbfounded.
Oh my god, this is solved, this is too fast.
Strength is strength.
Lei Heng and other masters stood on the snake's body one by one, folding their arms and looking down at the remaining enemies with a victor's attitude.
The Ghost King of Big Sword, Er Wushuang, Liuhe Crab, Qisha Girl, Eight-armed Monkey, and Shizhongshan stopped and took a brief look, indicating that they were paying attention.
The masters of both sides finally meet, and the battle will become more intense.
However, Lei Heng did not change the arrogant attitude of the sect, and snorted coldly and said: "It seems that the Blood Fire God Demon Society is really a bunch of madmen, and only madmen dare to provoke our Wan Lei Tianmen."
"I don't care how many of you there are, none of you can leave alive today."
After hearing this, the Ghost King of the Broad Sword responded with a sneer: "Now that we are here, we have no intention of leaving alive."
"We are not only crazy and courageous, but also powerful."
"I don't know the final outcome, but I can guarantee that none of you will survive until Thunder Saint comes back."
After finishing speaking, the Ghost King of the Big Sword winked at Er Wushuang.
"Understood, leave it to me. You can save some energy to deal with Thunder Saint."
Before he finished speaking, Er Wushuang rushed out in one stride.
At the same time, the energy of gods and demons in his body exploded, and his cultivation level at the eighth level of the holy realm shook the world.
Lei Heng felt a sense of oppression on the spot, and the aura of gods and demons was very strong.
However, as the deputy sect leader, he cannot lose in terms of momentum.
With a roar, the thunder power was brought out, and the violent current rushed forward.
Both are at the eighth level of the divine realm, so they are evenly matched.
The two masters collided head-on with each other, violently blasting with thunder fists, and striking with heaven-shaking strikes from gods and demons, without giving in too much.
When the other masters of Wan Lei Tianmen saw the deputy sect take action, they also rushed towards other enemies.
When facing an elder in Shizhong Mountain, he never loses.
Qisha Nu was besieged by two true disciples, and she dealt with them with ease.
The eight-armed monkey received special care and was besieged by three true disciples and two elders, falling into a state of being beaten.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Liuhe Crab sank directly into the ground and disappeared without a trace.
Only, the Ghost King of the Broadsword faced five true disciples, five elders, and a large group of ordinary disciples alone, with his arms folded, feeling relaxed and unafraid.
Although the aura of the ninth level of the Holy Realm released from his body is not very strong, it is still terrifying.
The world seemed to sink, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly depressing.
Everyone's heartbeats were beating like thunder and half were terrified.
Although Wan Lei Tianmen has a large number of people, no one dares to step forward and take action.
In their eyes, the Big Sword Ghost King is not a person, but a sharp sword that is as big as a mountain and can chop everything into pieces with one blow.
The two sides faced each other for only a moment.
Lei Heng and Er Wushuang fought and walked, destroying many buildings along the way and already far away from this area.
Shizhongshan, Qisha Girl, and Eight-Armed Monkey also fought their own way and went to different places to continue fighting.
At the scene, there were only a bunch of people versus one person.
After waiting for a long time, there was still dead silence.
Regardless of whether they were ordinary disciples of Wan Lei Tian Clan, true disciples, or even elder-level figures, they all without exception broke out in cold sweat when facing the Ghost King with the Big Sword.
Strong, too strong, this is something they can't handle.
If I have to make a comparison, among the Six Saints of the Beidou, this Ghost King with a Broad Sword is the strongest.
My God, there is such a master coming to attack Wan Lei Tianmen this time.
Time passed little by little.
The Ghost King of the Big Sword was already impatient and said: "My time is limited and I won't let you wait until Thunder Saint rescues me, so if you don't come, I will."
After saying that, he raised his arms high.
As soon as the palm knife came out, a cold aura suddenly swept around.
I could only see that many dark skeleton auras were being released on his arms, they were baring their teeth and claws, roaring loudly, and crying loudly.
It feels like there are many evil ghosts grinding their fangs and coming to seek revenge.
Many people had never seen this battle before and were trembling physically and mentally.
"Are you ready to go to hell?" The Ghost King of the Big Sword sneered and took a step forward. Suddenly the black skeleton roared even more fiercely, with twisted faces eager to kill.
The dark sky and the terrifying skeletal atmosphere were like a nightmare.
Before he even made a move, he had already scared the ordinary disciples of Wan Lei Tian Clan out of their courage.
Although the older generation of masters shouted loudly, those who were timid would be killed immediately.
But it was useless, more and more people were retreating, and even the true disciples were scared.
However, now that the entire Wan Lei Tianmen is a battlefield, where can you escape to?
The Ghost King of the Big Sword waved his arm, and the black skeleton energy suddenly spread overwhelmingly. The sharp sword energy also shot out, and the ear-piercing laughter was even more shocking.
Ahead, the thunderous electricity was directly dispersed, and only the bones of the flesh and blood body were left.
In a straight line, flesh and blood fly everywhere, whether you are a master or an ordinary disciple, they all disappear.
