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"Master!"

Those disciples of Yushen Mountain all looked nervous when they saw the Thunder Saint Ancestor being knocked away. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ahem!"

The Thunder Saint Ancestor coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood one after another, and the hole in his chest didn't even bother to recover, he knew that his soul power was almost exhausted, and he didn't want to waste his soul power on repairing the injuries in his body.

"Kill!"

The Thunder Saint Ancestor roared, the soul power on his body exploded wildly, his essence blood was burning, and the Thunder Divine Dragon behind him continued to roar and roar.

The Thunder Saint Ancestor was like a broken candle that was about to burn out, but at the last moment when it was about to be extinguished, it burst out with even brighter light.

He stepped out, thunder and lightning surged around him, and with a punch, dozens of thunderbolts burst out from his fist, converging into a thunder dragon in the air, and pounced on the twelve holy envoys.

These twelve holy envoys were all snow-white, like ice and snow, and their expressions were all indifferent, as if they did not contain any feelings.

At the same time as the Thunder Saint Ancestor made a move, these twelve holy envoys shot at the same time, and from each person's hand, a white light was swung out, and the white light gathered together, forming a white circular enchantment.

"Boom!"

The brontosaurus pounced on the white barrier.

"Buzz ......"

The enchantment vibrates, and the white light streaks continue to vibrate and spread.

However, as the lightning gradually wore off, the White Barrier showed no signs of collapsing.

"How so?"

The Thunder Saint Ancestor looked at the scene in front of him in amazement.

"Boom......"

The twelve holy envoys flapped their wings and flew towards the Thunder Saint Ancestor.

"Whoa!"

White rays of light burst out from the hands of the twelve women again, converging together in the air to form a white ball of light.

The white ball of light smashed towards the Thunder Saint Ancestor......

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the entire Yushen Mountain was shaking, and where the Thunder Saint Ancestor stood just now, where the Thunder Saint Ancestor stood just now, an extremely terrifying pit appeared.

And the Thunder Saint Ancestor fell in the deep pit, not knowing life and death!

"The Thunder Saint Ancestor is dead!"

Seeing this scene in front of them, all the people of Yushen Mountain were dumbfounded, even the Holy Ancestor had been defeated, is it still possible for Yushen Mountain to hold on?

"Kill!"

A loud roar erupted from the Feather Cult army, and a loud horn sounded.

"Kill ......"

A tidal wave of killing sounds erupted from the army of the Feather God Sect, and the army of the Feather God Sect suddenly rushed towards Yushen Mountain......

The twelve holy envoys also joined the killing camp, their strength was already extremely powerful, and they were ruthless, without the slightest emotion, killing people without blinking, and the battle situation soon turned to the side completely.

The soldiers of Yushen Mountain kept falling, and the scope of defense shrank smaller and smaller.

The army of the Feathered God Dynasty, whose morale was like a rainbow, kept rushing forward, occupying the land inch by inch.

The Thunder Saint Ancestor was captured by Yu Qianyan and brought back to the highest peak of Yushen Mountain.

"Master!" Yu Qianyan knelt on one knee in front of the Thunder Saint Ancestor.

The Thunder Saint Ancestor's eyelids moved slightly, and when he opened his eyes, his aura was too weak, like a candle flame in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

"It's over!"

The Thunder Saint Ancestor's lips trembled for a long time, and finally he spoke, his eyes full of despair.

"Master, if it weren't for us, maybe we would have gone to the Holy Realm long ago!" Yu Qianyan said.

The Thunder Saint Ancestor shook his head, his heart was full of helplessness, not long ago, his only two remaining disciples, one more died, and now only Yu Qianyan remained!

That's right, if he hadn't foreseen this catastrophe in the Shenwu Continent, he would have already gone to the Holy Domain.

But...... He stayed in the Shenwu Continent, but he still failed after all, and even he himself was very likely to fall in this battle.

However, the Thunder Saint Ancestor did not regret it in the slightest, if he did it again, he would still choose to stay in the Shenwu Continent without hesitation and stick to it until the last moment!

On Yushen Mountain, the sound of screams kept coming, and the army of the Feather God Sect was getting closer and closer.

Feng Baiyu flew over, her gaze sweeping over the last few remaining peaks of Yushen Mountain.

"Surrender on your knees now, you can still save your life!"

Feng Baiyu's voice vibrated in the air, like the sound of heaven, with a sense of panic and coercion.

"Dream, old woman, die!"

A loud shout tore Feng Baiyu's voice apart.

Hou Fei rushed up and flew in front of Feng Baiyu, and when he saw Feng Baiyu, Hou Fei thought of Lin Chen, the hateful woman in front of him, who killed the boss!

"Wow!"

The Han Li Qianxuan stick in Hou Fei's hand was like a pillar that reached the sky, smashed down in the air, and at this time, Hou Fei had already turned into a huge purple divine ape, and this stick was swung out, as if it was going to smash this piece of heavenly dome into distortion.

"Humph!"

Feng Baiyu snorted coldly, raised one hand slightly, and a white flying sword flew out of its cuff.

The flying sword emitted a brilliant white light, colliding with the Han Li Qianxuan Stick in Hou Fei's hand.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, Hou Fei only felt a sudden huge force spread from his arm to his whole body, and then his entire huge body flew upside down.

At this moment, the man who was originally standing on the side wrapped in strips of white cloth flashed coldly in his eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, a white light gushed out on his fingertips, and the white light instantly enveloped Hou Fei.

Before Hou Fei could respond, his body was pierced with blood holes by the invisible sword qi!

"Buzz!"

Hou Fei used his soul power as hard as he could, forming a purple soul power shield around his body, and at the same time, he flew upside down again, flying out of the area shrouded in white light.

It was at that moment just now, that white field of light caused Hou's body to be pierced by sword qi more than a dozen times.

"Slash!" Feng Baiyu waved his hand, and the white long sword trembled lightly in the air, turning into six white sword qi and stabbing at Hou Fei.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking the air came, and a figure flashed, it was Ye Ying!

Ye Ying slashed down with one wing, and the black sword qi met the six white sword qi.

"Puff puff puff!"

Six muffled sounds came out, and on Ye Ying's wings, more than a dozen black feathers fell, he let out a low roar, his wings slanted, and flew away with Hou Fei.

"Two little brutes! I'm here to collect you!"

The white left envoy shot again, and he slapped out with one palm, and the hand wrapped in a white cloth strip instantly gushed out a deep white light, and the power of divine power and soul power were mixed in it, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge palm, and suppressed Hou Fei and Ye Ying below at the same time.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air.

I saw a sword qi as red as fire, which suddenly appeared in the sky, swept through the sky, and came to Yushen Mountain in an instant.

The speed of this sword was extremely fast, like a brilliant firework, exuding a pure yang and scorching aura, accurately slashing at the soul power hand of the white left envoy.