Although Xiong Manzi, the general of the Southern Expedition, brought most of the elite practitioners of the Heiyang tribe, no matter how powerful a secluded tribe is, it is always limited and cannot produce many masters, no matter how powerful it is.
The quantity, quality and number of experts are all far inferior to the evil spirit sect where the elite gathers.
Elder Thaksin had already sacrificed some of his clansmen when he came out to ask for help. But our attention was attracted. There were almost twenty people beside us. A few people were taking care of us at the gathering point, so we could have more manpower to guard the ice.
There were only a dozen of them, but at this moment, under the attack of more than a hundred people from the Evil Spirit Sect, they were instantly defeated. If Jiang Xianfeng, who was a ghost, had not fought desperately in front to resist, it is impossible to say that half of the vigilant clan members would have died unexpectedly.
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Jiang Xianfeng is an old ghost who has followed Xiong Manzi for thousands of years. He has experienced many hardships, but he also has considerable strength. However, it is still limited by his body and cannot engage in head-on confrontation. Although the Evil Spirit Sect has gone through a small
After countless attempts by Buddha, the rotten ship still had three pounds of nails, but it was not something it could match.
When the alarm came and we rushed forward, we saw Jiang Xianfeng being grabbed by the neck by the devil, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get free.
At this time, all the original silver hair of the devil had fallen off. The right side of his face was normal, while the left side had almost no skin, all of which were pink tendons. There was a black gem with a black oil content in the eye socket, and it was not the evil spirit.
The old Jewish man preaching in the main hall with a smile on his face was simply a cold monster. Jiang Xianfeng was strangled by his neck tightly, but he couldn't break free. He made weird ghostly roars in pain.
We were transferred away from the mountain, several miles apart, and we couldn't catch up. Just when the demon was about to kill Jiang Xianfeng, a rainbow light suddenly appeared and struck an open space, scaring the demon.
With a jump, his hands involuntarily let go, and Jiang Xianfeng was able to escape.
There was a man in Tsing Yi standing in front of the Evil Spirit Cult brigade, holding a sword in one hand, with blood still on his lips. One man, one sword, but he stood like a towering mountain.
This person was Zamao Xiaodao who had been meditating in the house before. After hearing the alarm, he decisively chose to fight out and stopped in front of the large group of people from the Evil Spirit Sect.
Seeing someone standing up for himself, the demon was startled at first, but when he took a closer look, he burst out laughing: "Xiao Keming, it's you! I've always wanted to ask you to personally avenge the destruction of the altar, but I always couldn't.
When it comes to you, this time it’s just a coincidence that I can execute you with my own hands!”
The devil was excited, and among the hundreds of evil spirit masters behind him, more than 20 were separated, and they tightly surrounded Zamao Xiaodao in the center. Facing the siege of a group of demon lords, Zamao Xiaodao was stunned.
Not afraid, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a smile: "Huang Gongwang died under my sword, and so did the Old Demon. These two guys are too weak, and they are not enough to achieve my reputation. Plus you, I think I will
If you take over from the old man, no one will be nagging you, right?"
Hearing Zamao Xiaodao's plain description, Tianmo suddenly changed his color as if hearing the news for the first time. He turned his head as if looking for someone, but finally fell on a young-looking man and asked softly.
Said: "Is what he said true?"
The man nodded and whispered a few words. After hearing this, the demon no longer engaged with Zamao Xiaodao, but took two steps back and called to the left and right to come forward.
The devil cherishes his life, but some people move forward bravely. The first person to bear the brunt is a short, fat old man with tangled hair and beard. Now he is holding a pair of gold-plated skulls connected with bone sticks. That thing should be a powerful magic weapon.
The weapon was surrounded by black mist, and when it was swung, it made a whining and ghostly sound. Without saying a word, it was hit directly towards the Zamao Trail.
If it had been any other character, Zamao Xiaodao would have been slashed away with one sword. No matter what you do, you would still have cut off a piece of the sky. However, when he encountered this old savage, the guy softened and shouted.
He said "little grandpa", but he ignored him and continued to hit him, so he had no choice but to retreat while protecting the injured Heiyang tribesman next to him.
There was no way around it. Putting aside his abilities, this short and fat old man was Luo Feiyu's little grandpa in terms of status. He had some unknown tricks in his heart, but he still couldn't bear to risk his life.
However, he could not be cruel to Wang Xinqiu, but he was not polite at all to the ascetic monks next to him. With a few movements, he had removed the arms of several people, and the thunder penalty penetrated three or four times in the chest of a middle-aged woman who was as fat as a pig.
Back, the huge chest was smashed into a sieve.
Wang Xinqiu stalked Zamao Xiaodao, but soon a figure broke into the battlefield. The sword light was as bright as the stars in the sky, falling down and suddenly blocking the attack. However, it was Luo Feiyu who caught his little grandfather.
, at the same time, I, Xuerui, Li Tengfei, Elder Songrizuo, Brother Long, and Brother Big Bear also arrived at Tianchi in time and joined the battle group.
In terms of the overall number and quality, we are actually far inferior to this group of people from the Evil Spirit Sect. However, among the top powers, the Evil Spirit Sect currently only seems to have the demon who suddenly became extremely ugly, Luo Feiyu Xiao
Grandpa Wang Xinqiu is a relatively difficult opponent. As for the rest, most of them can only be regarded as the level of Godou's Eighteen Arhats. However, there are many ants and dead elephants. Even if the opponent's high-end strength is far less powerful than ours, three, two, four or five are all.
We are not the opponents of one of us, but these eight or nine generals are very difficult to fight against. Even Brother Long and Xiong Manzi, the most powerful people around me, cannot achieve the effect of killing them with one blow. They can only fight with them.
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However, there is still a difference between fighting and dogfighting. For example, Li Tengfei, this guy couldn't display his proud sword-control skills in front of this group of opponents who were mainly evil-spirited ascetic monks. He could only fight with three or two
Struggling to maintain, Luo Feiyu struggled with his little grandpa to the death, and whether it was Brother Long with the double swords, the bear barbarian with the giant axe, or me holding the huge ghost sword, or Zamao Xiaodao with his sharp swordsmanship, they were all "
He is a character who can kill a person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. Therefore, in the constant close combat, he can still take advantage of him and the blade on his hand can always be stained with a lot of blood.
However, among the swaying figures, I lost the trace of the devil. After pushing aside a lot of messy swords, I turned around and shouted to Xiong Manzi: "Brother Xiong, be careful of that ghost guy just now.
He may be the host of this sacrifice!"
After being reminded by me, the General of the Southern Expedition swung the giant ax in his hand vigorously, fending off all the evil masters surrounding him, and then looked toward the center of the lake.
He was extremely tall and stood out from the crowd. At a glance, he saw the demon hurried towards the altar of flesh and blood, escorted by a team of people. He immediately picked up a corpse at his feet whose skull was shattered by his own axe, and headed toward that day.
The demon was smashed away. This behavior can only be regarded as futile, because at the level of cultivation of the demon, such an attack cannot get close at all. At that moment, he rushed into the edge of the flesh and blood altar without any hindrance, and at this moment
At that moment, the Demon's eyes flashed, and he saw Xiong Manzi, who was still in the battle group, holding a long battle ax and blocking him in front of him.
Seeing that Xiong Manzi stopped the demon and then fell into the siege of a group of the most elite masters, I felt a little more at ease, and then the ghost sword shook and slashed at the bald monk next to me.
To be honest, the group of people we are fighting have a century-old foundation of the Evil Spirit Sect, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. All of them are slightly inferior to those of the Eighteen Arhats, and there are Taoist priests, monks, and some among them.
There are descendants of witchcraft and unstoppable warriors who charge into battle. This is really the first time for me to fight at such a high level. In the team of evil spirit sect masters who have been eliminated countless times, there is almost not even a single fish in the team.
None, so as soon as the war started, a heavy pressure followed. This ubiquitous pressure was simply heavier than when he was going in and out of the dragon's den and the tiger's den in the Evil Spirit Sect's main altar.
Because there are almost no weak people who can appear here. Those ascetic monks of the Evil Spirit Sect have far more advanced cultivation than their colleagues, more ruthless methods and an endurance that makes me feel incomprehensible. This makes my ghost sword
There is no longer that kind of sharpness that can lead to all disadvantages, like being stuck in a quagmire.
The battle on our side was not pleasant, and the Heiyang clan members were frustrated because their strength was far inferior to others. Fortunately, they had practiced together since they were young, so they were quite familiar with each other. At the moment when the situation was unfavorable,
They immediately formed a circle and looked after each other, but did not cause too many casualties.
I kept waving my ghost sword, using the sword to recruit, trying my best to use the advantage of the ghost sword to break the situation, while Xue Rui and Brother Long were guarding me.
The poison kept popping up, and Brother Long protected the world with two rusty iron swords. They were very sharp, but the progress was slow. At this time, I heard a shout suddenly burst out from Xiong Manzi's side.
, looking through the gap among the swords, he saw that the demon had five or six ascetic monks entangling the general of the Southern Expedition, while he quickly stepped forward and leaped onto the three-meter-high building above the ground.
On the altar of flesh and blood, he took out a crimson flag from his arms and inserted it into the head of Tianshan Bai Kunpeng.
The moment the flag was inserted into Tianshan Bai Kunpeng's head, I heard a heartbeat sound, pop-dong, pop-dong... The flesh and blood altar that was originally like a dead thing suddenly came to life, and the countless flesh and blood that had been carved in ice began to
It squirmed, and a malicious eye suddenly appeared in the sky.
I saw clearly that that flag was the list of gods.