Many of the people in Mo Pavilion are below the level of warrior generals.
There was no way to stop Yingmen Erlang's attack, and a large piece fell down in a short time.
"You really deserve to die!" the white-haired old man said angrily, drew his sword from his body and shot it out.
The aura on his body instantly rose to the extreme, and his cultivation in the Zhan Zong realm was clearly revealed.
The sword energy was raging, leaving several bloody wounds on the bodies of several shadow men, and blood spurted out wildly.
"It's you who deserve to die!" Lu Yue said in a deep voice, and he flashed past like a phantom, and the blood shadow sword drew out a sharp cold light.
"Ignorant child!" the white-haired old man said coldly, instead of retreating, he advanced forward, thrust out a sword energy at the same time, and roared with the sound of breaking wind.
laugh!
After the two men's attacks collided, the white-haired old man's sword power was instantly shattered, and the sword light dodged from his right arm.
Boom!
After the sword flashed, a forearm was broken off at the elbow and fell to the ground.
"Hmm..." The old man grunted and quickly took more than ten steps back. The cement floor under his feet cracked like a spider web.
"How is that possible?!" After stabilizing his body, he looked at Lu Yue with a horrified face.
The two of them were at the same level, but he was severely injured by the opponent with just one move. This combat power was too powerful!
"The frog in the well!" Lu Yue said coldly and started again.
The old man's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle's eye, and an aura of crisis spread throughout his body.
"Elder He, be careful!"
An old man who was in the early stages of fighting against Qinglong on the side shouted loudly after sensing the danger of his companions.
Immediately afterwards, he dodged Qinglong's sword light and attacked Lu Yue at high speed.
laugh!
His cultivation was one level lower than Lu Yue's, and he couldn't block Lu Yue's sword light. One of his arms was cut off and fell to the ground, blood spurting out wildly.
"Ah..." the old man screamed.
call out!
Before he finished speaking, the sword light in Qinglong's hand flashed in front of him again.
He deliberately wanted to dodge, but his reaction speed was far from being able to keep up. He could only watch the sword light rapidly enlarging in his pupils.
puff!
The next moment, a head was chopped into the air.
"Elder Hong..." The white-haired old man cried out in pain, his eyes scarlet red.
"Sending you down to accompany him!" Lu Yue's voice reached his ears.
call!
The old man didn't hesitate at all and immediately rushed to the side.
He was no match before he was injured, not to mention that now that he had broken an arm, he could only wait to die.
"Can you run away?" Lu Yue's teleportation speed was far faster than the opponent's. Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed ten meters behind the opponent.
Without any suspense, a blade of light penetrated directly from the old man's back.
Boom!
The old man continued to run for a few steps due to inertia, then fell down. His whole body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
After Lu Yue glanced at the opponent casually, he dodged and rushed towards the other people's battle circle.
"Take action, let me see how much you, the King of the West, are like!"
While Lu Yue was fighting fiercely with the white-haired old man, Ma Cheng looked at Ling Hao and spoke in a deep voice.
boom!
Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming aura rose from his body into the sky, instantly covering the surrounding area for hundreds of meters.
