"See you, sir!" After the group landed from mid-air, they bowed to the hook-nosed old man.
"Yeah!" The hook-nosed old man nodded and pointed at Ling Hao and the others: "Look at them, if they don't get out within one minute, kill them!"
"Yes!" Thirty people responded at the same time.
"Do it!" At this time, Ling Hao took a general look at the situation in the barrier, turned around and spoke to Murong Xu in a deep voice.
After the words fell, he rushed towards the opponent with the mad knife in his hand.
For him, time is life now. One more minute wasted, the more chance Leiter has of breaking the mirror!
"Okay!" Murong Xu and Lu Yue responded and rushed forward.
"You are really looking for death!" the hook-nosed old man roared angrily and rushed out first.
"Kill!" The others on the other side shouted and rushed out at the same time.
The next moment, the two sides were fighting fiercely.
Within the barrier, Leiter naturally observed the situation outside, but he had no intention of taking action.
Perhaps in his opinion, Ling Hao and the others could not be their opponents.
Of course, it's also possible that he doesn't care about the lives and deaths of people like himself at all.
When other people in the barrier saw this scene, many people who were already in despair once again saw a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
However, they knew that this hope was slim. After all, Leite was already half-step into the God-Emperor, and there were only a handful of people who could defeat him in the entire polar snowy region.
Bang!
At this time, the hook-nosed man was blown hundreds of meters away by Murong Xu's palm wind, and a dull sound sounded when he hit the barrier behind.
After hitting the ground hard, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Who are you?"
After getting up from the ground, the hook-nosed old man looked at Murong Xu with a look of fear on his face and said.
"I'm from Tianlong City, who do you think I am?" Murong Xu responded coldly.
"Huh?" The hook-nosed old man was stunned for a moment: "Are you Murong Xu?"
Although he has never met Murong Xu, he has long heard about the high-end combat power of Tianlong City and knows about the existence of a person like Murong Xu.
"Congratulations, you got the answer right!" Murong Xu responded with a shrug.
"You are really brave. Before we went to find you, you came to our door automatically!" The hook-nosed old man raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued.
"Today, none of you can even think of leaving here!"
"Idiot, you should think about how to survive!" After finishing speaking, Murong Xu stopped talking nonsense and raised his hand to attack again.
puff!
At the same time, not far away, a head rose into the sky, and the old man, a sixth-grade holy man, was beheaded by Ling Hao with a single blow, and blood spurted out like a pillar.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" When the other seventh-grade saint saw this scene, he shouted with ferocious eyes.
As soon as the words rang out, he stretched his posture and rushed towards Ling Hao.
"Lu Yue, take everyone back some distance!" Ling Hao raised his sword to block the opponent's attack, then turned and shouted in the direction of Lu Yue and the others.
"Okay!" Although Lu Yue and others didn't know the reason, they didn't ask so many questions and turned around and walked back the way they came.
Naturally, the thirty or so people on the other side would not stop there and chased after them one after another.
After Lu Yue and Qin Yuxin retreated to about three or four kilometers away, they fought with each other again.
Bang!
At this time, the old man with a hooked nose was once again sent flying by Murong Xu's palm.
After being smashed to the ground, his bones were crushed, his meridians were severed, and a large amount of blood continued to pour out of his mouth.
"It seems that in the hearts of you city lords, your lives are worthless!" Murong Xu strolled over.
While speaking, he turned his head and looked inside the barrier.
At this time, Lei Te was absorbing the cultivation of two seventh-grade holy masters.
A large amount of true energy poured in continuously from the top of his head.
