The situation on the entire battlefield has become tilted.
Facing countless blood crows, tens of thousands of warriors were already too difficult to cope with. The appearance of the oven attracted the blood crows, allowing everyone to take a breather, but they did not expect that three thousand black-robed men from the Blood Spirit Palace appeared again.
And so powerful.
One after another, the warriors turned into blood and merged into the bloody formation.
In the sky, Yan Zangfeng also looked pale. From the moment the dark crow sneaked up on him, he was at a disadvantage without lifting a breath.
It is hard to imagine that a dark crow actually possesses the realm of King Wu, and even Yan Zangfeng seems to find it difficult to compete with it.
Behind Yan Zangfeng, the oven buzzed, but the flames of pseudo-nirvana were not condensed from beginning to end.
Yan Zangfeng fought with the dark crows, unable to care about the torrent of blood crows behind him. Only tens of thousands of blood crows were seen heading towards Lin Huang and Murong Fen.
Lin Huang's expression changed slightly, and while he was controlling the formation, heavy snow fell all over him.
Then Abidao appeared and worked hard to suppress the blood crows.
Under the gloomy sky, countless blood crows rushed into the snowy world in the forest wasteland, turned into powder and died, but they rushed forward crazily without fear. Bit by bit, they consumed the heavy snow in the sky and ate away at the nose.
"teacher……"
Lin Huang turned his head and called out to Murong Fen beside him.
Even if he now steps into the Wuhou Realm, he can control the formation with one hand and suppress countless crazy blood crows, which is extremely energy-consuming. What Lin Huang is even more worried about is that once he is distracted and the formation is destroyed, Murong
All your hard work will be in vain.
"It will take half an hour!"
Murong Fen said silently, his steady hands steadily controlling the oven in front of him, making the blazing fire in the oven become even more intense, making people feel fearful.
Within a few breaths, Murong Fen spoke again, "I'll open the oven later, and you put the medicinal materials into the oven. You must hit the right time, do you understand?"
Looking at Murong Fen's serious look and the roaring furnace, Lin Huang nodded solemnly and became highly concentrated.
Then, Murong Fen waved his arms, causing the oven in front of him to buzz loudly, and a gap appeared on the top of the oven where the light shone.
The moment the gap opened, torrential fire rushed into the clouds, and the hot breath filled the sky and earth, making the air crackle.
Lin Huang's face hardened, he controlled the formation in his hand, and blended the medicinal materials in the formation into the oven without any mess.
Wow...
At this moment, a crow's cry suddenly sounded in Lin Huang's ears, and an extremely terrifying aura was attacking Lin Huang, making Lin Huang feel slightly confused, and the formation in his hand suddenly became disordered.
.
The sudden change caused Lin Huang's heart to be in chaos. Then his mind sank and he stabilized like a rock. His fingers were as wild as flying, and his figure was as steady as a mountain. In half a breath, he stabilized the formation.
However, in this half-breath, the terrifying aura of crows has already approached the forest wasteland, full of murderous intent.
At this moment, Lin Huang was concentrating on controlling the formation, how could he resist the crows coming to fight...
In the sky, Lin Huang's blood-stained white clothes fluttered with a calm expression. The most important thing at this moment is the formation in his hand. Even if the crow endangers his own life, he cannot be distracted. Otherwise, if he fails to extract the flames of pseudo-nirvana, the consequences will be even more disastrous.
Imagine.
Thinking of this, Lin Huang's expression became more determined, ignoring the murderous intention coming from the sky.
A clanging sound.
However, just when the murderous intention approached Lin Huang's throat, there was a fierce crisp sound in the void, like the jingling of gold and stone. All the murderous intent that filled Lin Huang's body was blocked.
Lin Huang glanced slightly and saw a white-clothed warrior suddenly appearing next to him.
Hand-held three-foot Qingfeng.
There is a ferocious mask on his face.
Her white clothes are like the wind, and her black hair is moving with her. Standing with a sword in hand, she exudes a cool and unrestrained murderous aura.
On the waist of the white-clothed warrior, there is an ancient bronze token with the word "three" on it!
Lin Huang looked slightly shocked. After forgetting to glance at the warrior in white, he turned his head in relief and cooperated with Murong Fen wholeheartedly.
That white-clothed warrior was naturally the third person to kill.
At this moment, in front of the Third Killer, there is a pitch-black crow... Just like the pitch-black crow fighting with Yan Zangfeng at this moment, it is not as ferocious as the blood crow, but it gives people a bone-chilling coldness.
This jet-black crow is obviously not as powerful as Yan Zangfeng's. But it is still the third killer. The handsome face under the ferocious mask moves slightly, looking a bit dignified.
And at the moment when the third character of the human character appeared in the sky, in the Baili Valley, someone suddenly heard loud words, like thunder and bells rushing through the sun and moon, like dusk drums and morning bells ringing through the world:
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying.
Wu Gou Shuang Xue Ming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse.
Whispering like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps.
Never leave behind a thousand miles.
…
On the battlefield, tens of thousands of warriors turned their heads, only to see a middle-aged man in white suddenly walking on the blood-soaked battlefield in the valley. The latter was only comparable to the realm of Marquis Wu, but in the face of the brutal battle, he was full of calmness and calmness.
He walked forward with his hands behind his hands, chanting the "Xia Ke Xing Xing" softly, but it attracted the righteousness of the world, causing the mountain wind to howl and the flowing clouds to gather and disperse. The righteous and peaceful voice was like thunder falling from the sky, pouring clearly into the heart.
In everyone's ears.
Marquis Wu was granted the title of Wanli!
Following Feng Wanli's whisper, knights in white suddenly appeared around him, riding on white horses on the battlefield.
As soon as they appeared, they gathered the attention of the world and attracted the attention of countless warriors.
At a glance, there were seven knights in white, plus Feng Wanli.
And behind Feng Wanli and a group of white-clothed knights, there was also a swaggering banner, which was particularly eye-catching and made tens of thousands of warriors daunted. When he looked at Feng Wanli and the white-clothed knights again, there was clearly a look in his eyes.
fear.
On that big flag, there was only one stroke and one stroke!
But it forms the character ‘人’!
Thirteen kills!
Tens of thousands of warriors, looking at the Thirteen Killers appearing on the battlefield, felt momentarily uneasy and momentarily shocked. This Assassin Dynasty, which has been walking in the dark night and has not seen light for hundreds of years, will finally reveal its true identity and fight in an upright and upright manner.
What.
However, Thirteen People have been walking on the edge of good and evil for hundreds of years. Are you going to help the Dongling warriors today, or will you become the butcher's knife in the hands of the Blood Spirit Palace?
Thirteen kills with herringbone, invincible in the dark night.
If they really become the minions of the Blood Spirit Palace, it will undoubtedly make matters worse for the warriors in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Just when everyone was guessing, they saw Feng Wanli's footsteps suddenly stopped. The latter straightened his sleeves and robes, straightened his clothes, his expression was calm and serious, his eyebrows were straightened, and his voice was like a bell:
"The human character represents eleven kills, and the leader of the yellow character camp seals Wanli, vowing to kill the evil king!"