Countless surging vitality energy flew and exploded in the sky.

The surging energy shattered the space with a shock.

"Whew"!

The spear in Tong Zheng's hand swept by, piercing fiercely from the space, and the energy of air compression exploded violently, quickly shaking a gray-clothed middle-aged man back, and even, the latter's mouth was overflowing with blood, and his face was pale.

"You attacked me just now, right?" Tong Zheng stood with a spear in his hand and asked in a cold voice.

The gray-clothed middle-aged man was stunned, and just when he was about to quibble, Tong Zheng waved his palm violently, and in an instant, the fire-tipped spear pierced his chest, and blood dripped down from the other side of his body at once.

"Rest in peace!"

Tong Zheng said in a faint voice, and the look in his eyes looked extremely calm.

As the middle-aged man's figure fell to the ground with a bang, Tong Zheng didn't stay any longer, his palm swept over, and a large spark burst out from the space.

"Boom"!

The large spark exploded quickly, and the large group of people in front of him quickly retreated.

However, at this moment, an old man in black rushed over quickly and slapped Tong Zheng's back with a slam palm.

"Poof!"

Tong Zheng's figure froze, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Look for death!"

A sneer flashed across the face of the black-clothed old man, and the old man's palm swept over, and a strange energy fluctuation rolled up from the space, and it exploded quickly.

Seeing that the palm of the old man in black was about to touch Tong Zheng's throat, Sima Changfeng appeared in front of Tong Zheng strangely.

"Why? want to kill my apprentice?

A cold voice came, a cold color flashed in the depths of Sima Changfeng's eyes, and with a wave of his palm, a surging and violent energy exploded in an instant, and he slammed away.

Before the old man in black could react, the latter was quickly knocked out upside down, like a discarded rag garbage bag, and the blood in his mouth spurted out at once.

"You ......"

The old man in black was stunned, and he was just about to shout angrily, when a spear with golden flames quickly came out from behind him, and the blood burst out quickly like a red fountain, and the expression on the old man's face quickly solidified.

"Die, old fellow!"

A touch of madness flashed in the depths of Tong Zheng's eyes, he stood up from the ground, wiped a handful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and shouted in a cold voice.

Sima Changfeng turned his head to look at Tong Zheng, nodded, but did not speak, turned around and quickly plunged into the battle again.

"Boom!"

A dull sound of energy explosion quickly swept out of the space, and Bao and the others were instantly shocked and flew out quickly.

The masters of the Emperor Family and the Soul Family have begun to join forces against the enemy, and many other masters of spectator strength have also begun to participate in it.

Countless surging energies slammed into that space, and Sima Changfeng and the others quickly fell into disadvantage, fighting and retreating, looking embarrassed.

Sima Changfeng turned his head and glanced at Jing Fan, who was sitting on the throne formed by the magma condensation, and a complicated color flashed in his eyes, this kid looked as if he was asleep, and the aura from his body did not change in the slightest, and he didn't know what the hell this kid was doing.

"Kill!"

At this moment, the shouts of those people below came from one after another, and they quickly approached.

Sima Changfeng's eyes froze, and he shouted loudly: "Look for death!"

As soon as the words fell, he stepped forward suddenly, and the energy that was stirred up from that space instantly exploded from the soles of Sima Changfeng's feet, and the entire ground also cracked in an instant, and countless surging energies quickly impacted and rumbled.

A large group of people who were not strong were all shocked and retreated quickly, all of them were pale and their breath fluctuated.

However, among that group of people, there is also no shortage of powerful people, Sima Changfeng is the strong man of the Eight Desolations, and there is also a strong man of the Eight Desolations in that group of people.

Although Sima Changfeng is the Eight Desolations Honorable Achiever from the experience of blood and fire, compared to the ordinary Eight Desolations Honorable Person, he may be much stronger in fighting alone, but now that he is fighting together, Sima Changfeng is a little stretched.

"Bang!"

A dull explosion sounded, and Sima Changfeng's body was instantly impacted and flew out quickly, and then his body fell heavily to the ground, and the blood in his mouth spurted out at once.

"Hmph, it's not enough!"

The Five Lords also stood up at this moment, their eyes were cold, and they looked at everyone condescendingly.

"We're not going to back down"!

Tong Zheng's face was cold, and he shouted loudly, as he spoke, the fire-tipped spear in his hand slammed into the space, swept up from the space, and several spear flowers came out, which looked extremely gorgeous.

Lu Cangsheng's face was complicated, he didn't expect that things would be like this, he knew that the conspiracy here was so big, the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect could bring more of them, and it wouldn't be like this.

However, there is no regret medicine to take in this world, and what I haven't done before, I don't have the opportunity to do it again.

The only thing they can do now is to continue to hold on, and as long as they still have a breath, they will never give up.

"Backbone!"

A cold color flashed across the face of the Five Lords, and the corners of his mouth also raised a faint arc, but then the smile on his face quickly disappeared, replaced by a calm color, "I will make you give in, kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"

"Kill me!"

The Five Lords roared angrily, and the violent and surging energy energy instantly impacted, and the entire space also rumbled, and the surging energy even burst open this space with an impact.

Looking at the rapidly approaching crowd below, Tong Zheng's face was also full of wry smiles.

It seems that this is the end of all this, with the strength of these few people, it is impossible to defeat these people in front of them.

Now, Sima Changfeng is also injured, and they have really reached the limit if they can hold on for so long.

However, before that last step, Tong Zheng would still firmly hold the fire-tipped spear in his hand, and would always stand in front of Jing Fan, blocking the surging energy attack for him, and would definitely not take half a step back.

There was a death-defying look on everyone's face, and no one backed away, except for the little one, of course.

In this, it is not just friendship, master and servant, but also a kind of brotherhood.

A kind of love for the two sides of the brother, a kind of love to keep the brother knowing that there is an abyss of death in front of him.