And in the battlefield below.

There are also two more masters who make the barbarians tremble in fear.

One man was carrying the blame and holding a sharp knife, constantly shuttling among the barbarians. Although the method of cutting people was a little unfamiliar, the knife was too sharp. The barbarian's proud and tyrannical body was in this god's hand gifted by the great road.

In front of the object, it is no different from paper.

Yu Miao's move.

But it's a completely different approach.

The barbarians could not get closer than a foot in front of her, so they fell down one after another strangely. Except for the red dot between the eyebrows, there was no trace of any injuries on the whole body.

far away.

Wang Yong and Zhou also followed secretly and protected them carefully.

"The Holy Son has unparalleled sword skills!"

"Young Master's acupuncture skills are peerless!"

The two couldn't help but praise him.

Inadvertently.

The two looked at each other and cursed secretly in their hearts.

Pooh!

Such bullshit knife skills, why do you, the Holy Son, act like a cook?

Poor stitching skills, your young leader turns out to be a tailor?

…

Within the void.

Seeing the eight extra Saint Realm masters who appeared in an instant, the Master of Tiansheng Hall let out a long sigh of relief.

Coming!

It’s finally here!

After all, he was his apprentice, and he didn’t trick himself into death!

previously.

He weighed it up.

In the end, he followed.

Come all come.

If you don't even dare to take action, if you don't say favors, you won't be able to earn them, and you won't even have room to show off your old face.

only.

Facing four holy realm barbarians.

Although his cultivation is much stronger than that of the Wanhua Holy Lord, he can only deal with one. The War King is still injured, so although he will not lose against three, he can only barely hold on.

The arrival of three reinforcements.

It's like giving help when it's time.

Now the situation is reversed.

What needs to be worried about now is the four barbarians.

"War King, right?"

The head of the Fu family was familiar with him, but he was the first to say hello.

"In Xia Zhongzhou, Fu Youde, my son is the king of heaven, Fu Yulin. The road bell only rings nine times, which is not worth mentioning."

Hear the words.

Several people from Luoheng Holy Land and Xiji Holy Demon Cult glanced at him secretly.

rumor.

The Fu family in Zhongzhou has a top-notch head.

See you today.

Sure enough!

Not only them, but also the elder of the Fu family who came with him was blushing with shame.

"Fellow Taoists."

The War King smiled bitterly.

"The friendship between my two brothers today will be unforgettable. However, this battle is dangerous. If something goes wrong later, you can just leave on your own."

Dangerous?

Everyone was stunned.

Holy realm, ten versus two.

In the Feathering Realm, four against one.

No matter how you look at it, it’s a safe-win situation. Where does the danger come from?

…

Temple of War.

Thousands of miles away.

Sensing the arrival, Yun Ao slowly put away Qingyan.

immediately.

The three figures fell silently.

There was a faint light on Yi Yi's body and an expressionless face, but it was Holy Lord Luo Heng.

Yi Yi had a demonic figure on his body and an arrogant look on his face. But it was Yan Qianjue.

One person has a hint of decay, but his aura is not inferior to the other two. It is Fu Dahai, the ancestor of the Fu family.

"Three."

The purple color in Emperor Yan's eyes slightly dimmed.

"Thank you very much."

"My action has nothing to do with fellow Taoist."

"Yes, my daughter asked me to come!"

"The little guy and Yulin are close friends. Our Fu family will never sit idly by."

The three of them spoke one after another.

They knew the identities of Yun Tian and Yun Ao, but they were not interested in understanding their grievances, let alone getting involved. They were the ones who had reached their level of cultivation, understood the Tao, and entered a higher realm.

The most interesting thing.

In fact.

They took action twice, both for Gu Han.

Emperor Yan naturally understood.

But he still accepted this favor.

"Later, be careful!"

The purple meaning in his eyes rose again, and he gave another instruction.

"careful?"

Yan Qianjue raised his eyebrows.

"You are also a descendant of the ancestral dragon, and your strength is not bad, but you are a little timid... That's all, let me try his skills first!"

boom!

The voice fell.

The demonic power on his body was rising steadily, the skylight suddenly dimmed, and a dark demonic cloud about 1 mile wide appeared above the heads of several people, and bursts of roaring and roaring sounds continued to be heard from within the cloud!

The next moment!

Dozens of demonic shadows instantly fell from the demonic cloud, with ferocious expressions and a hint of bloodthirsty and violence on their bodies, as they fell towards Yun Ao!

"Oh!"

Yun Ao chuckled.

"I heard that fellow Taoist has been fighting Tianlong Temple for many years in the Western Desert on his own. This skill is really not bad, but... it's still not good enough!"
To be continued...