Although Sixth Aunt and Ninth Aunt were women, they were still women. Taking advantage of their superior location, they used all their strength to attack, and their momentum was extremely fierce. The mighty Gang Qi immediately attracted the attention of the temple sect.
"Strike an egg against a stone!"
Seeing the two women swooping over, Miao Zong snorted coldly and looked up at the two women, standing still.
"Old thief, suffer death!"
Sixth Aunt took the lead and punched Miao Zong. The fierce energy formed a hurricane and the force was terrifying.
At the same time, Ninth Aunt did not spare any effort. She shouted angrily and then punched Sixth Aunt.
Two strong qi forces met in the air and caused friction, causing a thrilling whistling sound that made people's faces change.
"Well done!"
At this time, the temple sect blocked thousands of troops with one person. Just when he was in high spirits, he let out a long roar, raised the golden scepter in his hand, and suddenly struck the two people with one stick. The golden scepter burst out violently.
The incomparable power made countless roaring sounds, like demons released from hell.
Sudden!
An extremely dangerous aura spread in the air.
"not good!"
Almost instinctively, the temple master lowered his head and looked horrified. He saw a sharp arrow shooting from not far ahead. The sharp arrow was extremely strange, silent and like a ghost.
Miao Zong let out an earth-shattering roar, and the scepter that was meant to hit Sixth Aunt and Ninth Aunt suddenly changed its direction and swept towards the silent sharp arrow.
Peng!
The ghostly sharp arrow was hit by the golden scepter and turned into powder with a loud crackling sound. In the air, the shattered sharp arrows flew up one after another, like countless mosquitoes flying...
"ah……"
The fierce fists of Sixth Aunt and Ninth Aunt hit Miao Zong's body, and Miao Zong let out a heart-rending scream and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Miao Zong was worthy of being a divine warrior. After suffering the heavy blow, his golden long sleeves suddenly flicked. The sixth aunt and the ninth aunt were like being hit by a bloody bull. They flew out like projectiles. Blood rained in the sky.
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With just one move, Miao Zong severely damaged Sixth Aunt and Ninth Aunt, which shows how ferocious his fighting power is.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The residents who were frightened by the killing were immediately refreshed when they saw that the temple master was injured. Amidst the shouts of killing, the residents who were hesitant once again launched a fearless charge and took the opportunity to kill the drowned dog.
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The temple master stood on the steps, with a shocking trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He did not move, as if he did not see the crowd coming like a tide.
Miao Zong is looking for someone.
An archer.
Finally, among the thousands of people, Miao Zong found his target.
That was a young man, a long-haired young man who stood firm and motionless among the crowds. The temple sect knew him, and it was he who killed one of his most powerful arms, the Golden Belt Divine Envoy.
The man was standing in the crowd, holding a long bow, with an indifferent expression and a pair of deep eyes, looking at the temple master quietly.
Their eyes met.
There was a hint of smile at the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth, it was ridicule.
Seeing the ridicule on Zhao Yuan's lips, Miao Zong actually also had a hint of a sinister smile on his lips.
"You have to die!"
Zhao Yuan heard Miao Zong spit out three words, as if they were in his ears, extremely clear.
"not good!"
A feeling of danger appeared without any warning.
Without any time to think, Zhao Yuan bent his bow and set an arrow one after another. In the flash of light and flint, he shot at least thirty sharp arrows.
Too late!
Countless sharp arrows turned into powder, and the scepter in Miao Zong's hand suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Yuan's eyes. The golden scepter inlaid with jade hit Zhao Yuan's chest heavily, with a muffled "Peng" sound.
, a wild force penetrated into Zhao Yuan's body, and Zhao Yuan felt as if his internal organs had been displaced.
Zhao Yuan fell, and the residents around him retreated to make way for an open space.
The golden crown of the temple master was crooked, and the golden robe was torn, exposing his powerful muscles.
The residents were so impressed by the temple master's bravery that they had a look of fear on their faces and did not dare to move forward.
The temple master stood as tall as a mountain, staring closely at Zhao Yuan on the ground, his body motionless.
"It's you who died!"
Zhao Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled to get up, and slowly took off the heavy black-backed long knife on his back. Although the Miao Zong severely injured Zhao Yuan, he could not kill Zhao Yuan because Zhao Yuan had dragon armor.
Body protection.
The black-backed long sword shone with a soul-stirring cold light under the midday sun. Looking at the cold light, the residents of Crescent City subconsciously took a step back because they felt a rare and unparalleled ferocity.
spirit.
The black-backed sword is the main killer, and it is made of black iron that cultivators are also afraid of. Before Zhao Yuan obtained the black-backed sword, it had harvested countless lives. After it fell into Zhao Yuan's hands, it killed countless people.
The more powerful and powerful people, the more ferocious and evil they are.
Under the gaze of thousands of people, Zhao Yuan, who was stumbling, held a black-backed long sword in both hands and walked towards the temple step by step.
The Miao Zong stared at Zhao Yuan with gloomy eyes and remained motionless.
Thousands of people watched this strange scene. The atmosphere was so oppressive and suffocating that people held their breath for fear of disturbing the two people.
People were waiting for Miao Zong's earth-shattering attack.
Quiet, silent quiet.
Quiet, a quiet that can be heard when a needle drops.
Slowly, slowly, Zhao Yuan raised the black-backed long knife, and then, a strange scene appeared. Miao Zong remained motionless, allowing Zhao Yuan to hold the black-backed long knife against his chest.
Seeing the sharp sword lowered to his chest, Miao Zong was helpless because it was difficult for him to even move his fingers.
Although Miao Zong is a divine warrior, he is still a human being, not a god. He single-handedly blocked the residents' relentless attacks without fear of death. He was already at the end of his strength, but with the cooperation of Zhao Yuan's sharp arrows, another
He was injured by Sixth Aunt and Ninth Aunt's fierce imperial power.
When the Miao Zong tried to kill Zhao Yuan, he was hit hard by countless sharp arrows again. After persisting until Zhao Yuan was hit hard, he was exhausted and had no more energy left.
"goodbye!"
A bright smile appeared on Zhao Yuan's face, and he suddenly exerted force on his arm. The sharp black-backed long knife penetrated Miao Zong's chest, like cutting tofu, and the bloody knife tip came out from the back of his heart.
"Who are you?" Miao Zong looked at Zhao Yuan, blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
"Zhao Yuan."
"There are also twenty-three temple sects at the level of gods and devils warriors." The temple sect revealed a sinister smile.
"They will all die." Zhao Yuan smiled, with a calm look on his face.
"You?" Miao Zong wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He coughed a few times, and all he coughed up was black blood. In fact, if it weren't for the support of Zhao Yuan's long knife, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.
"My belief is in the devil." Zhao Yuan suddenly took a step closer, attached his ear to the temple, and said softly.
"Ah...you...you..."
"I also know that your beliefs are also demonic."
"Pfft..." Miao Zong looked at Zhao Yuan in horror, his body trembling violently, and because he was so excited, he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, and the dirty blood sprayed towards Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan did not dodge and let him spray blood all over his face.
"The temple is finished, I will replace Master Xuantian."
Zhao Yuan spread his fingers, grabbed the golden crown on Miao Zong's head, held the long knife in his right hand, and suddenly pulled out the bloody long knife, while Miao Zong stared at Zhao Yuan with unwilling eyes, his lips
He keeps inciting and seems to want to say something.
"Go for it!"
Zhao Yuan let go of his left hand, and swung out the long knife in his right hand like lightning. Miao Zong's head flew into the sky, and then fell heavily to the ground. Blood spilled in the sky. At the same time, Miao Zong's headless body
, and fell straight into a pool of blood like dry firewood.