Although he hated the intrigues within the Tianwu Sect, Yang Huang even hated the Wutianhui who randomly arrested strong men and used others to their advantage.
If the Tianwu Sect is really defeated, there will never be a single person left alive because of Wu Tianhui's piss-poor nature.
Thinking of this, Yang Huang suddenly gritted his teeth, raised his energy, and rushed towards the entrance of the tunnel like a gust of wind.
"kill!"
Amidst the loud shouts, Yang Huang had already rushed to the entrance of the pit, and the strong wind was blowing at the same time.
The fierce and fierce wind swept across all directions, and the Wutianhui disciples who had just rushed out of the tunnel were knocked backwards by this violent blow before they could fully see the scene outside.
"Swipe! Scrub!"
The Thunder Sword Techniques were launched at the same time, with each move being more violent than the last. In the blink of an eye, five or six Wutianhui disciples were splashed with blood three feet away, becoming ghosts wandering at the bottom of the sword.
The sound of exclamation enveloped the entire entrance of the tunnel. The previous overwhelming force made the Wutianhui disciples who were following behind numb and careless, thinking that they had a chance to win. Yang Huang suddenly came over and killed them. Many people were not mentally prepared and immediately
He was killed by surprise.
But Yang Huang was not satisfied with intercepting and killing at the entrance of the tunnel. After killing several people in front of him, he jumped into the entrance of the tunnel without stopping and continued to fight in.
The entrance to the tunnel has a large space, but after entering it, you can find that the tunnel is not very wide and it will be very difficult for two people to walk side by side. Because of this, the speed at which Wutianhui disciples rush out is so slow.
This kind of tunnel terrain is a good thing for Yang Huang. As long as he holds one end of the tunnel, it will be difficult for the Wutianhui disciples who are still rushing out to kill them to break through.
Without the constant replenishment of these living forces, the Wutianhui disciples outside will be cut off from support, and their advantage will no longer exist.
This discovery made Yang Huang ecstatic. He used the Thunderbolt Fire Fist in his left hand and the Thunder Sword Technique in his right hand, supplemented by the Fire Eye Technique, to kill deep into the tunnel.
The narrow tunnel means that the following Wutianhui disciples can only challenge Yang Huang with two at most at the same time. With Yang Huang's current cultivation level, even without using the fire power eye skill, it will be difficult for two Wutianhui disciples to fight against him.
He resists.
What's more, the fire power eye skill is hard to guard against. As soon as those Wutianhui disciples meet his gaze, they will either be dazzled or lost their minds and lose the ability to fight.
"Ah! Ah!"
The shrill screams, one after another, resounded in the tunnel. The fists saw flesh and the swords drank blood. Every time Yang Huang took a step forward, one or two Wutianhui disciples fell down.
The narrow tunnels and dim lights did a good job of concealing the slaughter, which was almost like chopping up melons and vegetables.
The Wutianhui disciples in front kept falling down. Only when Yang Huang appeared in front of them with a fierce look and the force of his fist or sword was added to them, did they understand what the previous screams were about.
After a while, all the Wutianhui disciples who had not yet rushed out of the tunnel fell to the ground.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In the tunnel that suddenly became empty, apart from various faint moans and screams, the only sound was Yang Huang's heavy breathing.
With a fierce attack, Yang Huang didn't know how many opponents he had eliminated. At this moment, his whole body was dripping with sweat and he couldn't help but lean against the wall of the tunnel and gasp.
The fierce sound of fighting came from the entrance of the tunnel, which was sonorous and harsh, shocking to the soul.
But inside the tunnel, it was shrouded in an almost deathly silence.
This kind of noise and silence formed a contrast. For a moment, Yang Huang felt a sense of unreality in his heart, as if all this seemed to be a dream. Otherwise, how could he, alone, eliminate such things in a short period of time?
How many Wutianhui disciples are there?
However, the fierce sound of fighting quickly dispelled this dreamlike feeling.
"call!"
Taking a long breath, Yang Huang wiped his sweat and strode towards the entrance of the tunnel.
Although Wutianhui's follow-up reinforcements were cut off, the battle was far from over, and Yang Huang knew that he could not call it a day.
"Why are you all standing there? Come up quickly! It's very tight up there!"
At this time, a man jumped down from the pit of the tunnel and shouted. But the scene inside the pit immediately turned his scream into an exclamation: "You! Who are you?"
"A murderer!"
Yang Huang sneered, suddenly mentioned the Wind Control Thousand Miles Technique, and rushed over.
The man had already turned pale with horror. At this moment, he was hurriedly waving his weapon in an attempt to defend himself, but Yang Huang fired a thunderbolt fist first, sending him flying backwards, hitting the wall of the pit, and then sliding down from the top.
Yang Huang jumped out of the tunnel mouth without even looking at him.
Outside, the people of Wutianhui and Tianwumen were fighting fiercely, and the battle situation was in a stalemate. They did not notice Yang Huang coming out of the pit, just as no one noticed that he was alone, and had gone deep into the tunnel to eliminate Wutianhui's people.
The follow-up power is average.
This kind of situation is exactly what Yang Huang likes to see. He doesn't want anyone to find out that his cultivation level has increased so much. Otherwise, the elders will have to investigate him internally and externally without being asked.
Therefore, Yang Huang immediately dodged, left the entrance of the tunnel, and rushed into the melee circle.
He no longer used the Thunderbolt Fire Fist, but combined the Thunder Sword Technique with the Fire Eye Technique to constantly greet Xiang Wutianhui disciples.
Who would have thought that his eyes could emit such terrifying power? Not long after, the Wutianhui disciples fell to Yang Huang's sword one after another.
Without the support of backup, the Wutianhui disciples who had rushed out soon felt that the battle situation was beginning to become a little tight. With the addition of Yang Huang, casualties continued to increase, and this tight situation continued to expand.
On the contrary, He He's offensive became more and more fierce, and some of the elders continued to fall in front of him.
At this moment, the only ones who can deal with He He are Bai Yong, Shi Ming, Yan Sen and other five elders, and all of them are injured to varying degrees. Compared with He He's increasing power, their defense is really
The left branch and the right branch are weak and in danger.
However, He He's face became tighter and tighter. He was originally focused on dealing with the ten elders and thought that his disciples would be more than enough to eliminate the Tianwu Sect disciples. At this moment, he suddenly turned around and found that the disciples in the fierce battle were actually
There were fewer and fewer, and more and more fell to the ground. I couldn't help but be surprised.
"Why are there just these people? Where are the others? Why don't you come up?" He He couldn't help shouting.
Soon, a disciple jumped into the tunnel mouth. A moment later, he emerged from it and exclaimed: "Second shopkeeper, it's not good, many senior brothers... many senior brothers are dead!"
"Huh?" He He couldn't help but swayed, avoiding the entanglement of Bai Yong and other elders. He reached the pit entrance in an instant and grabbed the disciple by the collar: "What did you say?"