But those people didn't have time to rejoice, and were horrified to find that the hurricane gears fell coldly with a thick wind sound, and the edges of the gears were full of sharp teeth, and the speed of rotation reached an extreme.

The magic weapon will leave the mark of the master, even if it is lost, it is difficult for others to drive it, and it is even more difficult to control some magic weapons that give birth to machine spirits, and the gear of the leader is not very convenient in Huang Xiufeng's hands, but it is enough to kill, and the more than 20 monks who are alive are panicked.

Huang Xiufeng didn't force it, he chased after an Earth Spirit Root Monk and pressed it, the sound of spinning through the air was like a shrill laughing demon, the man's palm slapped the ground, and an earthy yellow armor-piercing beast waved its powerful claws and pressed towards the gear.

It was a demon beast transformed by the monk's true yuan, but the effect was not ideal, the gear trembled slightly when the armor-piercing beast handed out a powerful giant claw, and the space was as if it had been suddenly folded, and the gear was still there, but the claw was raised and the gear passed through the body.

The monk was still struggling, the gears had already split him in two, castration continued to find the second monk, Huang Xiufeng exerted force under his feet, and spun in the air a few times in a row, countless black and white chess pieces swished out, crackling and smashing on the ground, and the smoke and dust fascinated the monk's eyes.

Jing Yao suddenly moved, and Jiuyan turned into a phoenix bird soaring in the fire, flapping its wings.

The red light flashed in front of the monks' eyes, and there was an extra phoenix feather in their throats, and they opened a pair of unwilling eyes and slowly fell down.

The leader was furious, and shouted angrily, "Why should you be a stake? ”

The monks who survived by luck have words of suffering, and their mouths are full of bitterness, who especially wants to be a stake, but how can there be a gap for these two people to cooperate and drill for them?

Just now, a companion tried to tear a hole, and now there is a phoenix feather in his throat, how to withdraw?

The crimson flames were the last color the promoted monks saw, the howling wind was the last sound they heard, and the god of death roared and waved his scythe in his hand to send them into the underworld.

The onlookers were shocked to find that this battle was slowly fermenting, almost reaching its climax, but why did the good Southern Dou Sword Formation break itself?

How could the monks of the Zhao clan kill each other with their leader? The method of the leader's detachment is indeed amazing, but the death of the monk of the Zhao clan is even more amazing, and the colorful blood red can't tell whether it is alive or blood, maybe it's both.

The gentle mountain breeze blew happily with light steps, but when it blew their bodies, the scattered cultivators felt chills all over their bodies, and the wind blowing was more like the yin wind that opened the door of the underworld, cone and killed the soul.

There are also people who have the illusion that the monks of the Zhao clan seem to have made an appointment at the same time, and suddenly turn against the water and attack their leader.

When Jing Yao controlled the leader of the Southern Dou Sword Formation, she was not lightly injured, and after dealing with the monks of the Zhao clan, she directly bent down and sprayed a mouthful of bright red, and the overflowing red line at the corner of her mouth was like a red flower blooming in the mountains, which was poignant and abnormal.

But the onlookers immediately said, "Look, that girl wants to pretend to be injured and trick us into doing it, and Lao Tzu will not be fooled this time." ”

"This time it seems to be true. ”

"Really Lao Tzu is not going to go, I decided to give up this hunting plan, whoever wants to do it, who will send him to death. ”

It has been described as sending to death, and the will of the scattered cultivators has finally collapsed, and they have a new understanding in their hearts, even if the prey is the cicada lying on the treetops, they are not the praying mantis of the cicada......

The leader of the Zhao Zhi clan was annoyed and frightened, and the blood of the clan disciples was paved with a layer of magnificent bright colors, red and shocking, red and thrilling, and red and moving......

One by one, the living disciples fell in a pool of blood, and the murderous opponent showed his fangs and made a move on him, he finally realized the state of mind of the clan disciples just now.

It's not that he doesn't want to run, but he can't run, he began to regret why he wanted to be the first bird, the power of the clan is still on the way, just wait a little longer, then the ending will definitely be different.

As the only survivor of the Zhao clan, the leader could not raise any belief in victory in the face of two monks whose realm was several levels different from him.

Everywhere he gave the power to fight with his opponent, he regained the ownership of the gears, the imprint of his palm glowed with a faint electric light, he knew that he couldn't last too long, and he would drown in the red sea of fire, at this time, he roared, and shouted without caring about the façade: "Listed as a Taoist friend, don't you do it yet?"

This is a call for help from the high-altitude monks, there are two Mahayana monks there, and if they are willing to do it, this small life can be saved.

But the person he asked for help had a blank face, and one of them smiled coldly.

The leader scolded secretly, and he didn't know whether to scold people for standing by, or scolding himself for being an idiot, even he couldn't tell the difference, counting on the competitors to help, it was better to hope that the opponent at this time would show mercy.

The leader stared at the churning flames, and finally chose to save himself, there is no flawed supernatural power, this is the leader's consistent cognition, as long as he finds a chance to escape, he is not ready to wade in this troubled water.

Finally, the leader seized a glimmer of opportunity, desperately burned the true yuan, let his speed reach the limit, his body shook, and rushed towards the light without hesitation, and the temperature of the direction chosen by the leader was the lowest.

He couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart, which meant that his chances of escaping were greatly increased, seeing that he was escaping from the tiger's mouth, a yellow figure was blocking in front of him, this person's appearance The leader remembered it very clearly, if it weren't for this person, he wouldn't have lost so miserably, and the hatred for Huang Xiufeng in his heart was even more than Jing Yao.

The leader couldn't help but scold, because Huang Xiufeng grinned at him, and the endless soft words were only between a smile, but there was an extra black chess piece in his hand, like a pitch-black lightning, hitting the leader's throat.

Although the cultivation of the leader's combined body realm is not weak, the pain of a broken throat bone, set himself up to pounce on Huang Xiufeng, in his mind, the opponent who has the upper hand is used to having a bad root, and in the face of himself who has the same momentum, he must avoid it.

This is the conclusion he has come to through countless killings, including himself, which also has this bad root.

Huang Xiufeng really didn't want to die with the leader, but he didn't mean to avoid it, because he knew that Jing Yao would assist at the perfect time, and he would suffer some minor injuries at most, but the leader would have to lose his life.

The leader roared.

I can't imagine that the opponent really has the courage to face the crazy self, when a person's life is threatened, he usually does crazy things, the leader laughed fiercely, since you don't retreat, then go to hell with Lao Tzu. ()

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