A series of clashes of swords and guns sounded closely.
Sparks shot out in all directions, and the impact of the sword tip and spear tip caused an explosive cyclone, whistling and creating wind.
A gun in Li Peicheng's hand was like a dark red rampaging dragon, dancing wildly in the air.
The shadows of guns filled the sky, setting off an offensive as fierce and fierce as a torrential rain and wind. This kind of offensive has no return, has a beginning and an end!
Rain-like spear light struck down on the Soul-Chasing Sword, and every time it fell it was like a thunderous electric shock, making Ye Zhitao's arms numb and his soul turbulent.
Ye Zhitao retreated continuously, unable to find any chance to counterattack, and Li Peicheng would not give him any chance to counterattack.
As soon as his offensive started, it was like an endless wave, wave after wave. His attacks were like antelopes with horns, cunning and vicious, and seemed to be able to attack from any angle. Even his body seemed to be like a poisonous snake, moving at any time.
The gun twists and rolls in any shape, making it difficult to guard against and unable to predict where the next shot will hit.
Ye Zhitao did not expect that once Li Peicheng started to counterattack, it would be so violent, and he secretly regretted it. But this was not the time to regret at all. He could only try his best to show off his tactics. He could only hope that Li Peicheng would be able to do his best.
Then let him take a breath.
Thousands of red lights, thousands of light rains, and the world was filled with the ferocious edge emanating from the sharp tip of the Fire Cloud Spear!
The Soul-Chasing Sword, which is famous all over the world and makes countless people jealous and envious, becomes dim in front of the Fire Cloud Spear. Ye Zhitao, the second master of the Ye family who is famous all over the world and has a huge halo on his head, is like a wave in the sky.
A small boat is struggling to hold on, and there is a danger of the boat being destroyed and people killed at any time.
The spectators with slightly lower cultivation levels could not see anything at this time. They could only feel the shadows of guns and the light of swords before their eyes. The sound of clashing of guns and swords filled their ears.
The ice-cold murderous aura filled the world, and the clash of guns and swords caused the energy raging everywhere in the world, making the whole world seem like an eternal frozen world with biting cold wind blowing, everyone including the four people closest to the battlefield
The masters of both factions of the family have unknowingly channeled their true energy.
The fire cloud gun danced wildly, treating the second master of the Ye family as nothing, chasing and beating him fiercely, who else could be so domineering. It made everyone crazy, and at the same time, their throats were parched and their tongues were dry, and they were gripped by nervous emotions.
The hearts of each of them make them feel on the verge of collapse!
Ye Tianhua's face was filled with dark clouds. The four Lingtian heroes behind him almost lost their temper and offered help several times, but were stopped by Ye Tianhua.
Nie Shilong's eyes showed horror. He had imagined what would happen if he faced such a violent attack. The answer was that if he didn't have the gun in his hand and fought with a magic weapon of the same level, he would have to fight with a magic weapon of the same level.
There is no doubt that he will be defeated. He may even die in this battle. Such an answer made Nie Shilong, who had never known what fear was, and who had been killing ferociously, suddenly felt cold all over his body, his limbs were cold, and his clothes were unknowingly soaked with cold sweat.
Suddenly he remembered what his father and cousin had said, and an ominous feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
Two hundred miles away, the Black and White Demons led hundreds of gun guards toward Qilin Peak like a rolling torrent of rage. Their murderous aura froze the sky and the earth, making the trees rustle. The insects did not dare to chirp, and the beasts were so frightened that their limbs became weak and they slumped to the ground.
Don't dare to move.
The majestic Situ Nan stood with his sword in the void. The tiger-headed sword reflected the cold light under the sun. Behind him stood hundreds of the most elite disciples of the Black Cliff Sect, as well as all the forces in the Wanli Black Qi Mountains.
The leaders, including the seven palace masters of the Qisha Palace who had fought against the Yanhuang Sect.
More than a hundred of the most elite experts from the Thousand Miles Black Qi Mountains stood silently behind Situ Nan, their faces as cold as iron and their whole bodies full of murderous aura.
From a distance, he saw the Nie family's fierce army approaching with murderous intent. Situ Nan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he pointed his sword forward in the distance. His beard and hair were standing straight, his purple robes were dancing wildly, and there was a hunting sound.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Various brilliance shot up into the sky with biting and cold murderous intent, and everyone sacrificed their personal magic weapons.
The pupils of the black and white demons shrank suddenly, and their sharp and cold eyes glanced in the direction of Situ Nan, but their progress did not stop at all.
After their eyes swept over the crowd and saw their cultivation levels, they were secretly surprised by the strength of the Black Cliff Sect and the strong murderous aura emanating from it. However, no matter how powerful the Black Cliff Sect was, in their eyes they were just a mob. Not only the cultivators
Their weapons are of varying quality, and their equipment is incomparable to the top-grade spiritual weapons of their Overlord Spear Guards. Not to mention that the Nie family is famous for its formations and weapon refining. These hundreds of Overlord Spear Guards are all tiger and benign troops trained by Nie Shilong.
, every five people can form a five-element combined attack formation, the power is doubled, and a hundred gun guards can defeat at least three times the enemy with the same level of cultivation.
Bai Shaliu waved his face with a disdainful sneer, and licked his somewhat dry upper lip with his scarlet tongue. With just such a small number of troops, he believed that as soon as his army charged forward, the rabble in front would immediately fall apart and run away in all directions.
, let them kill.
When he thought of killing, he felt excited for no reason, his eyes glowed fiercely, and a strong smell of blood emanated from his body.
"Jie Jie!" Bai Shaliu let out a strange and sinister laugh. With a wave of his hand, the army suddenly stopped, and the cold spear points were all pointed at the Black Yazong.
Murderous aura condenses, and the war is about to begin!
Bai Shaliu's cold eyes fell on Situ Nan playfully. He liked to humiliate and tease the opponent before killing him, so as to torture the enemy mentally and physically.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that after a hundred years of seeing you, Situ Nan's cultivation has not only improved to the stage of overcoming the tribulation, but also become much more courageous!" Liu Yihua said with a sarcastic look on his face.
"Don't dare. It's a hundred times better than someone betraying their trust and willing to be a lackey." Situ Nan mocked unceremoniously.
Bai Sha's face turned cold, he raised his head to the sky and let out a sharp strange laugh, and suddenly said in a cold voice: "You don't know that you are about to die, so do you think you can stop us? Just surrender now.
Otherwise, Jie Jie! Liu will never mind letting you taste the taste of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"
"Giggle!" Baimei, the black gauze flower, suddenly laughed sweetly when she heard this, her waist swaying. Her chest was filled with waves, and her voice was seductive. She rolled her eyes and said angrily: "How could you treat Situ in such a cruel way?
A majestic man like Nan, who is upright and upright, naturally has to be well taken care of by the slave family."
"Why don't you let this Demon Lord serve the Flower Fairy? I guarantee that you will be so happy that you are so happy that you are so happy!" A sinister voice sounded from behind the Nie family's gun guards.
The expressions of the black and white evil spirits changed at the same time, and their pupils suddenly shrank.
The Wuji Demon Lord has a much more ferocious reputation than Situ Nan, and he is a veteran master in the early stages of transcending tribulations. One-on-one, even the Black and White Shuangsha are not sure of winning. Now he has taken refuge in the Yanhuang Sect and will not go to the deserted mountains to help his master.
Not being in charge of the Yanhuang Sect, but intervening in the affairs of the Black Cliff Sect, obviously cannot be taken lightly.
"Giggle, no wonder Brother Situ dared to fight against the Nie family. It turned out to be because he defected to the Yanhuang Sect!" Hua Baimei returned to her charming look of Yan Shimeixing in the blink of an eye, and her delicate jade hands were gently brushed by the breeze.
With messy hair, she turned her head and cast a flirtatious look at the Wuji Demon Lord behind her, and said sweetly: "It turns out that the Demon Lord is also a master of this art. Wouldn't it be better for the three of us to have fun together?"
After saying that, Hua Baimei gently touched her tall and plump breasts wrapped in black clothes with her jade hands, her eyes as charming as silk. The feeling of spring was rippling, and she was indescribably enchanting.
"Jiejie, it turns out that the Flower Fairy likes to have a lot of people, which is exactly what the ancestor wanted. Why don't we add the ancestor too!" Another eerie voice sounded in the distance.
"Ancestor with Green Eyes!"
The black and white demons finally changed completely this time. The 180,000-mile Yunduan Mountain Range is vast and vast, and almost half of the cultivators in the southern continent have gathered together. There are hundreds of thousands of them. Although the good and the bad are mixed, if they are gathered together, they are a tyrannical force.
Incomparable power. However, the nine major forces in the Yunduan Mountain Range have always been competing with each other to check and balance each other. No one obeys anyone, and it is a complete mess. This makes those powerful forces not take the Yunduan Mountain Range into consideration.
Now unexpectedly, not only the Wuji Demon Lord of the Tiansha Sect fought on his own, but also the green-eyed ancestor of the Blue Wolf Demon Clan came. The three masters of the tribulation period gathered together. Even the Black and White Shuangsha relied on their extremely high cultivation and hundreds of gun masters.
Wei also believed that it would not be an easy victory and that it would be a fierce battle.
Just as the voice of the green-eyed ancestor fell silent, Qingyuan Old Taoist, Wu Yazi and other six people appeared in the void. They all laughed strangely, and their whole bodies exuded murderous aura with a strong smell of blood. The murderous aura was overwhelming and firm.
Suppress the murderous intent of Black and White Shuangsha and others.
Faintly, seven people including Wuji Demon Lord, Green Eyed Patriarch, Qingyuan Old Dao, Situ Nan, Wu Yazi, Mo Yuan, Bai Yuncheng and others have formed a siege according to the seven-star Bagua formation.
The nine major forces in the 180,000-mile Yunduan Mountain Range came together for the first time to deal with the Nie family. Even though the black and white evil spirits were ruthless and brave, their faces turned pale at this time. They knew that Nie Shilong, the powerful spear, was missing.
With the strength of all of them, this trip seems to be going to capsize in the gutter.
"The Nie family dominates the Western Continent, and there are so many masters. You dare to unite to fight against the Nie family. Do you know that you are seeking your own death? If you disperse now, we promise to pretend that nothing has happened!" Bai Sha
Liu Yi waved, already holding a four-foot-long white jade flute in his hand, and said in a stern voice.
Hua Baimei had already put away her coquettish and seductive look at this time, holding a black whip nearly three feet long with a livid face. The whip was dancing in the air like a snake, obviously she would attack immediately if she disagreed with her.
"Jie Jie, even if we are seeking death, we will still hold you on our backs first!"
Before the cold words could be heard, the tall and gaunt Wuji Demon Lord raised the blood-red Wuji Blood Blade over his head with both hands, roared fiercely, and slashed down with the knife from top to bottom.