Even if the Yuan Family Red is at the level of four souls, he has to consider whether he can withstand it when facing more than 5,000 people at the same time.
What's more, the Yuan family Hong is now poisoned and has only half of her original strength. How could she fight against five thousand with one?
This giant soul ball smashed the Yuan family's red internal organs as if they were broken and they had no consciousness at all. However, she had to support it, otherwise the priests behind her would be finished.
If these priests who were loyal to themselves were completely destroyed, even if the high priests of the Tower of Gods and Demons would not blame her, she wanted to cultivate another group of loyal black-robed priests, but she didn't know when she would have to wait. It's the month.
And the Yuan family looked at the enemy in front of her, and she was unwilling to give up no matter what. That guy was too cunning. If he was asked to escape this time, I don’t know when he could kill him.
Moreover, these subordinates are all soul power that cultivates the power of light like themselves. As long as those poisons do not kill them, all they need is time.
Of course, Yuan Jiahong is not the kind of madman who doesn't even want her own life for revenge. Even if she looks like she is now, she still has enough confidence to block the attacks of these guys.
Seeing that Yuan Jiahong vomited blood, Fang Hongzhao was very excited and continued to yell: "Assault."
With this command, the soul power of more than 5,000 people was emitted again, gathering into a giant sharp knife-shaped soul power, and it crashed straight into Yuanjiahong again.
"Looking for death." Yuan Jiahong's eyes glared, and she showed her hideousness. With a casual move, a golden dragon immediately flew out of her hand.
Yuan Jiahong's summoned beast, the holy beast, the golden holy dragon.
As soon as the golden holy dragon appeared, its body suddenly changed from one meter to thirty or forty meters long, and its body also became several times larger.
"Roar." The giant dragon blocked Yuan Jiahong's face and roared forward, roaring away the sharp knife formed by the soul power of more than 5,000 people.
After dispersing this soul power, the remaining power of the roar was still there and continued to spread forward. Everyone felt a violent storm blowing at the face, slapping thousands of warriors from the front row of Gods and Demons and Alliances flying out .
"Wow..." The soldiers in the front row pressed against the back row, and the entire formation immediately became scattered, but after the thousands of soldiers who had directly endured the roar of the dragon fell on the companions behind him, the bones of both sides collided. , and at the same time, the bones in the body were comminuted and broken.
Just a dragon roar caused the Gods and Demon Alliance to lose the combat power of more than 2,000 people. No wonder Yuan Jiahong dared to be so arrogant.
"Haha, a group of native chickens and tiled dogs are simply vulnerable." Yuan Jiahong retracted the white light curtain and waved his sword forward: "A Huang, kill them all."
Yuan Jiahong gave the order, and the golden holy dragon immediately had fierce eyes, opened his mouth wide, and roared again at Ling Xiao's team: "Roar~~~"
The ground could not withstand the roar of the golden holy dragon and cracked. The sound waves mixed with countless dust and gravel were like a layer of violent air waves, whistling like sea waves.
"Ah." Facing such a powerful attack by this golden holy dragon, everyone could only helplessly watch the wave of air about to swallow and tear them apart.
"Ah Ling, let me do it." Just when Ling Xiao didn't know what to do, a purple shadow rushed out of Ling Xiao's body, rushed in front of the group of soldiers, aiming at the other party's anger The wave also roared loudly.
"roar,."
A deafening roar came out from this direction, directly dispersing the other party's air waves.
"Xiao Linzi." Ling Xiao was very surprised. This was the first time he heard Xiao Linzi speak.
However, this is the second time that Xiao Linzi has taken the initiative to help him fight the enemy.
The last time it was Dragon Qi, but this time it was still a dragon.
Ling Xiao thought maliciously, is Xiao Linzi and Long have a grudge?
Sure enough, after the sound wave roar of the golden holy dragon was broken by Xiaolinzi, Xiaolinzi took advantage of the victory to chase and pounced directly at the golden holy dragon.
Before the Golden Holy Dragon could react, he felt a flash in front of him, and a purple shadow seemed to have run to him.
When the Golden Holy Dragon found that his neck was in pain, he realized that his neck was being scratched and cracked by something sharp.
These sharp things continued to wander around its huge body, exposing all the scales on every part of its skin.
"Roar," the Golden Holy Dragon cried out in tears, his body swung, and he flew up to the sky and twisted around, like a child rolling around with unbearable stomach pain.
"Damn it, it's the holy beast Purple Jade Qilin." Yuan Jiahong didn't expect that the summoned beast on Ling Xiao was even more advanced than him. She was surprised for a moment. Her summoned beast was already scarred and almost died.
"Ah Huang, come back." Yuan Jiahong hurriedly took back the golden holy dragon, and the small and delicate purple shadow immediately returned to Ling Xiao's body.
"A Ling, brother, I'm doing a good job." Xiao Linzi's smug voice floated in Ling Xiao's mind, sounding like a child.
"Haha, it's really good." Ling Xiao raised his lips slightly and smiled: "It's a pity, it's just for the dragon."
Xiao Linzi hummed twice: "You can see this."
Ling Xiao rolled his eyes: "Otherwise, you go over and deal with that woman for me now."
Xiao Linzi's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, you can do it yourself."
Ling Xiao just said casually, and he really didn't plan to let Xiao Linzi deal with Yuan Jiahong.
The rabbit will bite people even if it is too late, not to mention that Yuan Jiahong is a female wolf who is injured and hurts Xiao Lin's son. Ling Shiyu will be sad.
After saying a few words to Xiao Linzi, Ling Xiao mentioned the killing of the gods and slashed at Yuan Jiahong, who was still worried about the injury of her golden holy dragon.
Yuan Jiahong noticed the danger and was about to use his soul power to resist again, but suddenly he saw that Ling Xiao was holding the God-Slaying God, and in desperation he flashed.
Joke, the attack of the God-Slaying God is not something that priests with her strength can fight hard. Apart from the giant formation and the ten white-robed priests, who dares to face the God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying God-Slaying
It doesn't matter if Yuan Jiahong dodges. The priests who were still healing behind her were cut by the gods. Their bodies were split into two halves. The two halves of corpses fell vertically to both sides, and blood and internal organs spilled all over the ground. .
This knife directly killed the dozen or so poor priests, and it was not until the sixteenth time that the sword light stopped.
"Damn it." Yuan Jiahong was about to use half of his remaining power to activate a killer move to destroy Ling Xiao, but was surprised to find that his subordinates had actually completed the poison removal.
"The noble priests of the Tower of Gods and Demons, use the blood of these lowly people to cleanse our shame." Yuan Jiahong was "passionate" and the black-robed priests who had already expelled poison immediately looked like evil spirits. Ling Xiao rushed over.
They were even more angry than Yuan Jiahong when they were made like this by an unknown junior like Ling Xiao.
They were originally people with strong self-esteem, but because they had no cultivation, they could only bow their heads and become the lowest-level black-robed priests.
Although they are humble before those who are stronger than them, they are arrogant before others.
The previous embarrassment turned into their anger and motivation at this moment, and they rushed towards Ling Xiao and the group of warriors who were tilting around.
"It's time." Ling Xiao's eyes shone coldly. When the guys just moved, he immediately took out the thunder bomb and smashed it at the group of guys.
There was no soul power fluctuation on the thunder bomb, and it didn't seem to be a very powerful throwing weapon, so the black-robed priests didn't agree and continued to rush forward.
They screamed in horror until the thunder bomb fell on one of them and immediately spread countless purple lights.
"Ah,." The purple light quickly became thicker and bigger, turning into purple thunders, passing through the bodies of these black-robed priests.
Boom boom boom...
The mad thunder exploded from the priests and shot around, blowing the priests to the outside and tender inside, and landing like crows.
However, their bodies on the ground were also incomplete, either lacking hands or feet, some had half of their heads, and some had a large cool hole with air leaking from their chests.
Looking at his subordinates, Ling Xiao was dealt with in the blink of an eye, Yuan Jiahong was really stunned.
She shook her head in disbelief and murmured desperately: This is impossible, this is impossible...
How could her extremely powerful priest group of light soul power be destroyed by such a boy?
It was not until Ling Xiao used the God-Slaying God to absorb all the soul power of these priests that Yuan Jiahong suddenly felt enlightened, and his teeth were almost grinding into powder: "Xiao Beimin, I want to kill you."
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Jiahong's body had teleported to Ling Xiao's side and smashed Ling Xiao's head with an undodged speed.
"Die." Yuan Jiahong's eyes were full of fierce and resentful resentment.
In Yuan Jiahong's opinion, if he punched him, the other party would have no chance of survival.
Bang, Yuan Jiahong's punch did hit her, but she expected Ling Xiao's head to burst but did not appear, and her hand hit a very hard body, hitting her The hand is dislocated.
"Ah." Yuan Jiahong quickly retreated, looking at his naturally drooping wrist, his eyes were almost falling out.
It was a warrior wearing dark red armor. His punch just now hit the warrior's red armor.
"Demon General." Although Yuan Jiahong had never experienced that war between gods and demons, she, who was familiar with the history of Tianhun, knew that the outfit of this armored warrior was the protection of Ling Mietian, the master of the great demon head, the demon soul. General.
This big demon has been extinct in the Heavenly Soul Realm for a long time. How could his demon general appear here?
Yuan Jiahong was no longer interested in fighting and was ready to retreat: "No, I will notify the great Lord of the Soul immediately of this matter."