Everyone was slandering in their hearts that the battle was about to begin. They could only grit their teeth in hatred, but they were unable to take action against Chu Feng and the other three.
These three guys have unique methods.
One is dirtier than the other.
All the powerful forces couldn't bear it anymore. The key was that they attacked without distinction.
No matter if you are at the end of the road, in a desolate land, in ancient history, or among all the tribes outside the territory, you will all be brutally attacked.
"How hateful!"
"These three guys are simply not human beings."
"Beast!"
Many saints and strong men complained.
The ensuing battle became very strange. The powerful forces, who were originally passionate and hostile to each other, almost to the point of life and death, were now very careful and cautious.
"I am injured, I admit defeat, friends of the Hades, I admit defeat!"
During a war, whenever one side is at a disadvantage, it will immediately admit defeat, turn around and withdraw from the battlefield.
Very crisp and direct.
The strong man who was fighting against him was just stunned for a moment, and then turned around with cold eyes, looking for his next opponent.
Everyone almost reached a consensus.
Their interests conflict with each other, but who doesn't want to be tricked like this?
"It's difficult!"
"Why are people nowadays so devoid of blood, yet they can be so harmonious when fighting?"
"Really, damn it, is this still a saint?"
"At such a level, whoever has not come from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood will be afraid and timid, and it will have a great influence on one's own martial arts."
"If you want to fight, you should fight in a sea of blood, and kill someone who is undefeated at the top!"
"If this continues, your martial arts heart will collapse!"
Luo Yu and the other three gathered together.
The more they fight, the less chance they have.
Mo Chanzi was still unwilling to give in, and tried to persuade him earnestly.
Everyone was speechless.
fart!
If you were given a chance, life would really be worse than death!
In the midst of a chaotic battle, three people walked together and had a life-and-death battle, and the atmosphere changed drastically.
Everyone is in danger.
Don't dare to go all out.
The original scene of the fall of the saints did not happen.
"What a pity."
Chu Feng was helpless, returned to the original place, looked at the fighting people, and let out a sigh.
"I saved ten people."
"It seems that it is God's will that prevents my merits from increasing!"
He was carrying a dozen holy soldiers and strode over with a look of regret on his face.
At the same time, he was carrying dozens of items of clothing.
It is not difficult to imagine that there are about ten saints in the mountains and forests, and they look very miserable.
"I was only able to rescue six of them, what a pity!"
"They are still too conservative!"
Luo Yu also sighed and carried it with him. He suppressed fewer saints than Chu Feng, but he had more things.
"Don't look at me. After all, I come from a decent family. How could I be so barbaric? There is absolutely no compulsion at all."
"They were all too moved, so they took the initiative to give it to me!"
He looked righteous.
Standing in the light, he has an air of justice.
The last one to return is Mo Chanzi.
Shake his head and sigh.
He seemed very lonely.
"What's going on with people today? I helped out with good intentions, but they actually scolded me and told me to get out!"
"But fortunately, there are also some people who are kind-hearted and know how to repay kindness."
Mo Chanzi had nothing on him.
He came over, holding dozens of IOUs in his hands.
All stained with holy blood.
"Damn it, there is a saint, and even the sect was robbed by you... No, was it given to you as a gift?"
Luo Yu couldn't help but spit out something.
"I can't help it, it's too warm and it's hard to reject the hospitality!"
Mo Chanzi chuckled.
He rubbed his hands.
They looked at Chu Feng and Luo Yu with expressions of admiration.
I have to say that I learned a lot from following these two.
before.
Why didn't he think of this? How could it be as useful as trying to convince others?
The three of them looked at each other and smiled.
far away.
The few strong saints who were fighting were very upset.
They looked at each other, and then subconsciously moved away from the battlefield, away from these three beasts.
There is always a feeling in everyone's heart.
The smiles of these three guys have evil intentions.
What are you plotting?
"Disaster!"
"When this war is over, we must not let them go!"
"These people are so outrageous!"
"I have traveled the world for hundreds of years and have never seen such a shameless person!"
All the saints were angry.
In the desolate land, there are the strong ones at the end of the road, the demons from outside the territory, all races, ancient history, and the masters of the underworld.
The biggest loss was actually not in the melee.
Instead, it fell into the hands of Chu Feng and the others!
"When the war is over, I will peel off their skin and bones!"
"Three juniors are too presumptuous and have the ability to attack the senior Holy King?"
"You can only shuttle through the battlefield and attack from behind, shameless!"
Many people are resentful.
Cursing.
At this time.
In the sky, the saint kings and powerful warriors were fighting, led by Pan Zong Holy King, and the two minor saint kings fought fiercely against the Nether Tribe's Perfect Saint King.
The Holy King of Dzogchen is too unparalleled.
Where you are, there is a complete world, and the origin of Tao is spreading freely!
"Great Dark Ancient Scripture!"
The Holy King of Perfection spreads his arms, and the world becomes dark.
Became eternal darkness.
Any trace of luster no longer exists.
The area they were in was plunged into eternal night. This was an ancient method, like a rule, operating.
A dark world was created, and the world was extinguished, returning to ruins.
boom!
The battles were changing, the rumblings continued, and the anger of Holy King Panzong was flying.
The three holy kings were all vomiting blood.
It's just a small success and a big success.
There is a huge gap between him and the Perfect Saint King of the Nether Clan!
boom!
Finally, the mountains and rivers collapsed and everything turned into dust. One of the Little Saint Kings could no longer hold on, and his body exploded and fell from the void.
Dark light swept across the whole body, pulling at the wounds and piercing the holy body. This was a small holy king. The original light was flowing all over the body. It was very miserable, extremely embarrassed and weak.
"The Holy King of Perfection, creates rules? A world of rules of his own!"
"So powerful?"
The Little Saint King gritted his teeth and fell down.
Like an eternal mountain and river, falling from nothingness.
His body was unable to move and was shattered countless times in the darkness. He was very miserable at the moment.
"A strong Saint King has fallen!"
Everyone exclaimed.
"You still haven't taken action? We have all perished and are unable to fight anymore. Can you alone fight against the Holy King of Perfection of the Underworld?"
The fallen Little Saint King roared angrily, his eyes burst out, and he looked into the distance of this world.
boom!
Like a meteor, its body cut through the sky and crashed into a mountain forest.
At this moment, after a short silence.
Whoosh!
At the end of the world, there are three more streams of light, soaring up into the sky, across the void, and the aura of the Holy King splashes like a waterfall.
"Two Great Saint Kings and a Little Saint King are taking action again!"
Many saints and powerful men present were all shocked.