Freed from the shackles of the prison of his mind, Qin Tian swayed and suddenly came to the direction of Mo Xian'er.
"you..."
One of the people who besieged Mo Xianer glanced out of the corner of his eye and was shocked. However, before he could say another word, his throat was sealed with a sword, and he died simply.
The other two people were a little panicked and wanted to get closer to the Holy Son of the Golden Wind. Mo Xian'er had quick eyes and quick hands, and flew out like a butterfly through flowers, and stamped his palm on the chest of the person on the left.
There was just a scratching sound, and the chest of the person who was hit was sunken, and the blood and minced meat in his mouth spurted out. He suddenly suffered life-threatening injuries and lost all combat effectiveness. The other person was killed by Qin Tian with weird footwork.
Chasing, a sword pierced the neck.
Qin Tian was about to deal with the Holy Son Jinfeng, but according to his soul force induction, a large number of men and horses were heading towards this place at high speed. The aura of the leader was extremely powerful, and just his gaze gave people a sense of oppression of will that could tear apart the soul.
"A top expert is coming!"
Their expressions changed slightly. Qin Tian and Mo Xian'er took a deep breath, increased their speed to the limit, and flew towards the empty and uninhabited area. After a few blinks, they arrived a mile away.
Holy Son Jinfeng thought of something and shouted: "Don't let any of them escape."
"yes!"
Many underground humans dispersed, sealing Zuoqiu and others inside.
Zuoqiu and Mu Qiu looked at each other, abandoned their opponents and fled the battlefield. They knew very well that the person who came was stronger than the two of them together, and his will was at least equivalent to a real-person level, and once the will
Transformed into thoughts, it became more than three or four times more powerful, enough to sweep everyone present.
Bang bang bang!
The underground humans who surrounded everyone were no match for Zuoqiu and Mu Qiu. They collapsed at the first touch, and a hole was torn out of the encirclement.
Elder Tianying, Master Black Snake and other spiritual sea realm masters also saw something was wrong, and followed behind Zuoqiu Muqiu, flying around like crazy.
The giant rock spirit master and Taoist Yuan Ming were not very lucky. Just as they were about to set off, they were intercepted by the Holy Son Jin Feng. The result is self-evident and they died tragically on the spot.
Just like that, the originally anxious battle situation collapsed in an instant as reinforcements from the Bolan Saint Clan approached. No one wanted to continue fighting to the death. They wished that their parents could retreat more quickly so that they could catch up with others faster.
"kill!"
"kill!"
In less than five breaths, the number of casualties exceeded that of the previous battle. Less than twenty people survived, and of these twenty people, there were still seven or eight people surrounded.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, and all seven or eight people in the encirclement were wiped out.
The person who took action was a white-haired old man who had just arrived. He was also covered in golden fur, and his eyebrows were very raised, like two flying dragons.
"Great Elder!"
Sang Qing and Boyan bowed.
The white-haired old man looked at Jin Feng Shengzi, "How come so many people died?"
Holy Son Jinfeng took a deep breath and said gloomily: "I miscalculated. In addition to the two people notified by the Holy Snake, there is another person who is more powerful. I can't stop him." Before setting off, the clan already knew about the outsider.
The news that the great elder of the Bolan Saint Clan came was within his expectation.
The white-haired old man nodded and looked up at Qin Tian and others who were several miles away. Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "No, that's the teleportation stone gate of the Holy Land. You three follow me, and the rest of you
Rest and recuperate within the Hui tribe."
Whoosh!
After the words fell, the white-haired old man shot out like an arrow from a string.
Holy Son Jinfeng, Sang Qing and Boyan did not dare to neglect and chased after the white-haired old man.
The speed of the four of them was too fast, especially the white-haired old man. Under the amplification of his thoughts, he could reach two to three hundred meters with every step he took. While chasing several powerful people in the spiritual sea realm, he waved his hand and a terrifying
The storm of thoughts crushed several people to death in an instant.
"There is a teleportation stone gate on that mountain peak, hurry up."
At this moment, speed is life. If you are not fast enough, you will be chased by the white-haired old man sooner or later. With the opponent's method of instantly killing the spiritual sea realm powerful, no one can be his opponent if they join forces. Qin Tian pulls Mo Xian'er's hand,
The sword's will surged to its limit, causing the two of them to move quickly.