Many of these people in Mo Pavilion are below the level of warrior generals.
There was no way to stop Yingmen Erlang's attack, and a large piece fell down in a short time.
"You really deserve to die!" the white-haired old man said angrily, drew his sword from his body and shot it out.
The aura on his body instantly rose to the extreme, and his cultivation in the Zhan Zong realm was clearly revealed.
The sword energy was raging, leaving several bloody wounds on the bodies of several shadow men, and blood spurted out wildly.
"It's you who deserve to die!" Lu Yue said in a deep voice, and he flashed past like a phantom, and the blood shadow sword drew out a sharp cold light.
"Ignorant child!" the white-haired old man said coldly, and instead of retreating, he advanced, a sword energy pierced out at the same time, and the sound of breaking wind roared up. ??
laugh!
After the two people's attacks collided, the white-haired old man's sword power was instantly shattered, and the sword light dodged from his right arm.
Boom!
After the sword flashed, a small arm was broken off at the elbow and fell to the ground.
"Yeah," the old man grunted, and quickly took more than ten steps back. The cement floor under his feet cracked like a spider web.
"How is that possible?!" After he stabilized his body, he looked at Lu Yue with a horrified face.
The two of them were at the same level, but he was severely injured by the other's attack. This combat power was too powerful!
"The frog in the well!" Lu Yue said coldly and started again.
The old man's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle's eye, and an aura of crisis spread throughout his body.
"Elder He, be careful!"
An old man who was in the early stages of fighting against Qinglong on the side shouted loudly after sensing the danger of his companions.
Then, he dodged Qinglong's sword light and attacked Lu Yue at high speed.
laugh!
His cultivation level was one level lower than Lu Yue's, and he couldn't block Lu Yue's sword light. One of his arms was cut off and fell to the ground, and blood spurted out wildly.
"Ah" the old man said
Let out a scream.
call out!
Before he finished speaking, the sword light in Qinglong's hand flashed in front of him again.
He deliberately wanted to dodge, but his reaction speed was far from being able to keep up. He could only watch the sword light rapidly enlarging in his pupils.
puff!
The next moment, a head was chopped into the air.
"Elder Hong," the white-haired old man cried out in pain, his eyes scarlet red.
"Sending you down to accompany him!" Lu Yue's voice reached his ears.
call!
The old man didn't hesitate at all and immediately rushed to the side.
He was no match before he was injured, not to mention that now that he had broken an arm, he could only wait to die.
"Can you run away?" Lu Yue's teleportation speed was far faster than the opponent's. Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed ten meters behind the opponent.
Without any suspense, a blade of light penetrated directly from the old man's back.
Boom!
The old man continued to run for a few steps due to inertia, then fell down. His whole body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
After Lu Yue glanced at the opponent casually, he dodged and rushed towards the other people's battle circle.
"Take action, let me see how much you, the King of the West, are like!"
While Lu Yue was fighting fiercely with the white-haired old man, Ma Cheng looked at Ling Hao and spoke in a deep voice.
boom!
Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming aura rose from his body into the sky, instantly covering hundreds of meters around him.
The crowd within the scope of the momentum shuddered involuntarily and retreated back.
Worthy of being one of the four leaders of Mo Pavilion,
The Battle Emperor is accomplished!
"Take my sword!"
After Ma Cheng said in a deep voice, he held the sword in his hand and drew countless afterimages in the void at high speed, which instantly formed a devastating sword network.
Within the scope of the sword's power, all trees and boulders, whether they were trees or boulders, were chopped into powder and sent flying sand and rocks.
Shocking sword marks were left on the hard cement, and a wooden building nearby also collapsed.
After a while, the swords all over the sky gathered into the shape of a phantom sword, and thrust towards Ling Hao at extremely high speed with energy that could destroy the world.
Wherever it passed, winds and clouds surged, and waves surged into the sky.
"War Emperor Dacheng, is it very strong?" Ling Hao said solemnly, holding the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword in his hand, and slashed it out without any tricks.
"How is that possible!?" Looking at the blood-red sword light slashing down from the sky, Ma Cheng's pupils shrank sharply and the hairs all over his body stood up.
An extremely terrifying aura of crisis filled every pore of his body.
boom!
Immediately afterwards, I saw that his phantom sword had no chance of resisting in front of the bloody sword light. It exploded instantly, and violent air waves shook all around.
A few hundred meters away, a group of people were thrown away one after another. They collapsed on the ground and spurted out a mouthful of blood. They couldn't get up for a long time.
puff!
The next moment, Ma Cheng looked up to the sky and spat out a large mouthful of blood before flying backwards.
The man was in mid-air, and his sword fell to the ground with a clang. Along with it, one of his arms fell, and blood spurted out.
After the body flew a hundred meters away, it hit the ground hard. At least one third of the bones in the body were broken, and the whole person shrank like a deflated rubber ball.
"How can you be so strong?!" Ma Cheng spoke with difficulty after spitting out a mouthful of blood again.
One sword, just one sword. The War Emperor himself
The strong man who has become strong will be destroyed!
And he could clearly feel that this was the result of the other party's mercy, otherwise he would have been dead and in a different place by now.
From this point of view, the King of the West is at least at the level of the War Emperor Perfection Realm, which is two levels higher than what he expected!
The success of the War Emperor is also the outside world's prediction of the highest actual skill of the King of the West!
But now it seems that it is a complete joke!
"Surprised?" Ling Hao said calmly.
"Everyone underestimates you!" Ma Cheng took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty.
"Now, can you tell me where your base is?" Ling Hao continued.
"Come on, give me a happy life. I can die in the hands of your Western King Lingshuai. I won't be unjust!" Blood continued to overflow from Ma Cheng's mouth.
"Still don't want to say it?" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then let's see how long you can hold on!"
While speaking, three silver needles appeared in his hand.
"Huh!?" At this moment, an extremely cold murderous intention enveloped him, and his pupils shrank for a while.
call out!
Almost at the same time, a ray of sword energy shot toward him as if it had materialized, as powerful as breaking a bamboo, and as fast as lightning.
Without any time to think, Ling Hao immediately dodged half of his body to the side.
laugh!
Although he reacted immediately, the opponent's sword energy still opened a bloody hole in his arm, and a bloody arrow shot out.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
And just when he stabilized his body, more than a dozen equally sharp sword energies cut through the void and attacked him.
The surrounding air temperature also plummeted to zero degrees at this moment, the cold wind was bleak, and murderous intent filled the sky.
The newcomer's skills were obviously far superior to Ma Cheng's, and he blocked all Ling Hao's escape routes with one move.