"Puff--" Several slight sounds, and there were nowhere in the hundred black-clothed dead men who could withstand Yun Yang's attack at the peak of the five-star realm of the Golden Infant Realm.

The dozens of people in the front row turned into powder under this blow. Although the dozens of people in the back row were in a slightly better condition, they vomited blood and fell to the ground, and their situation was very bad.

When everyone from the major families behind Ni Tian saw that when Lord Yun Yang took action, he killed so many black-clothed dead soldiers. He was excited on the spot, as if he was injected with chicken blood, and rushed forward with a roar.

"Roar!" A demonized puppet monk with a height of over nine feet, a ferocious and black face, and a thin limb, suddenly jumped out of the black-clothed dead man in black.

Dozens of cultivators from the small family who rushed to the front of the demonized puppet, stared at the blistering eyes widened and looked up in horror.

The demonized demon monk's stiff and twisted face had no expression on his face. He screamed at the sky, then raised his thin right arm and waved his sword to the sky. Dozens of demonized puppet demon monks who were half a foot shorter than him rushed over from behind and roared at the crowd with weak legs.

"All people are all for me and let them go" At this time, a petite figure suddenly jumped out beside Ni Tian, ​​and rushed forward with a very fast pace. He held a large pot of unknown things in his hand, and rushed towards the group of demonized puppets holding a big sword high and chopping towards the crowd.

The word "Teacher..." was bitten in the mouth by Wei Tian, ​​and he looked at someone who was walking forward speechlessly, one step and three moments.

The sword masters in front naturally heard Xuan Huang's ghost roar, and subconsciously tightened their heads and rolled to the side.

There was a "slam" sound.

A large pot of unknown things in Xuanhuang's hand was poured on the dozens of demonized monks.

Xiao Yunchen's figure had already appeared beside Jun Lin, with deep helplessness on his handsome face, and he raised his hand to support his forehead.

Junlin couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Under such a serious and tense situation, Xuanhuang, you suddenly jumped out to make fun of it. Is it really good?

Dozens of demon monks were splashed on their heads and faces by the pot of sticky stuff, as if they were covered in flour, from head to toe, and they all stood there stupidly for a few seconds, suddenly letting out heart-wrenching roars.

My sister won't take you to play like this!

The leading demonized puppet held the sword and suddenly found that the whole person was stuck together. Not only could he not lift his hands, but his feet could not even take steps!!

"What are you doing when you stand? Chop it! You will die if you shoot it! Go up!!" Xuan Huang took the lead, took out a giant axe and slashed at the head of a demonized puppet. He slashed a few times in a row, and immediately chopped the head of the demonized puppet and threw it on the ground.

This violent little trick shocked everyone on the spot, slowing down for two seconds, then reacted, and everyone roared angrily, rushing towards the demonized puppet that was fixed on the spot, slashing at the same time.

Wei Tian mistakenly covered his face. He really didn't want to complain about her senior sister's hand. She was idle all day long and studied some strange drugs.

Since making that space teleportation jade pendant, this guy began to become obsessed with refining weapons, so he simply passed on all the alchemy secret techniques in the sea of ​​consciousness to her, so that she could study them by herself, so as to save her from bothering her all day long. Anyway, the spiritual worlds of the two can communicate with each other, and this inheritance can be accomplished in minutes.

She thought that she was trying to explore the secrets of alchemy in the world at this moment, but she suddenly ran out with a strange pot of "flour"...

No one knows how hard the body of the demonized puppet is, than the heavenly being. Ordinary swords and swords are not worthy of any use when slashing them. They must be above the heavenly organs.

With her strength, she could cut off the head of the demonized puppet with one sword with Guiyuan. However, the big axe in Xuanhuang's hand was just a Tianyuan, so she had to cut so many of them to finish it.

This guy is here to play, and he is unable to complain about it even though he is unstoppable.

"Bang!" A loud bang in the east area, and smoke and dust rolled in.

Everyone gathered in the middle like a tide, and the demonized puppets seemed to be indestructible and killed, one after another, constantly attacking the crowd and purging the crowd.

Because the distance between the demonized demon monk and the black-clothed dead man was very close, the two sides were fighting hard, and everyone could not release large-scale tricks to avoid hurting their own people by chance, so they gradually fell into a difficult situation of close combat.

"Boom!" Jun Lin cut off the arms of the two puppet demon monks, turned around and saw Qin Xiaofeng holding the sword in both hands, his arms almost trembling, while a black-clothed dead man held the sword high and slashed at his head, then quickly kicked the black-clothed dead man's belly, and threw him away, knocking several people down.

"Xiaotian, the number of these black-clothed dead soldiers is increasing, and their realm is also greatly improved compared to the previous batch." Qin Jue blocked the attack with his staff, turned his head and said to Ni Tian, ​​"If this continues, no one else can stand it."

With a steady stream of enemies, high mental tension, and continuous physical exhaustion, the cultivators with lower realms in the outer circle have begun to increase the number of casualties.

"Senior sister! Brother-in-law?" Why did these two guys disappear? Ni Tian's heart tightened and he couldn't help but scream.

"Here!" A small figure jumped in the distance of the crowd, raised his hand, then shouted in a lengthened voice, "Big-home-listen-I-order! Stop-huh-breathe!!"

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!" Dozens of pure white pills were thrown out of the crowd, scattered from all directions, and then exploded!

The faint smoke began to slowly spread among the crowd and gradually spread towards the outer circle.

Ni Tian's mouth twitched, and he realized that everyone in front of him, including the demonized puppet monks, gradually became very slow.

Everyone seemed to be replaying slow motion, moving slowly, holding up the sword bit by bit, and the expression on their faces also slowly changed.

Some people who reacted quickly followed Xuan Huang's instructions and held their breath, so they were not caught.

But there were a lot of people who were slow to react, such as Qin Xiaoying. The little friend, the horror on his face was expanding bit by bit. He slowly raised the sword in his hand to block the black-clothed dead man who was chopping down from his head. He made a strange drag sound and shouted suspiciously, "What's this?

Ni Tian covered his face with one hand and almost burst out with a giggle. Qin Jue couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, released a small light element ball, which hit the black-clothed death warrior's head, and instantly killed her.
Chapter completed!