Kill one person with ease, and it wasn't until the Scar Monk completely turned into a rain of blood that many monks recovered from the shock.

Yan Qianqian was held in Seinfeld's arms, watching the blood rain falling all over the sky, as if she was seeing red leaves flying all over the sky, instead of feeling bloody, she had a feeling of extreme relief.

"Ah, boy, you don't die well. Not far away, a shrill cry broke the silence around her, and Li Ruru roared heartbreakingly.

Monk Scar is the most powerful monk under her command, and it belongs to part of her net worth, and being beheaded at this moment, Li Ruru is equivalent to losing most of her strength, which is definitely an unbearable loss.

Not far away, the eldest prince was indifferent, looking at Seinfeld in the field with a calm face, as if everything was still under his control.

Faced with Seinfeld's horizontal sword provocation, the eldest prince looked around at the monks who were a little scared in their eyes, and said lightly: "Whoever kills him will be named the head of the guard and control the hundred-man army." ”

Although the guards who came here were all internal guards, and their status was higher than that of ordinary guards, they were not as good as the guard leaders who really controlled the power, and if they could become the head of the guards of the Flame Army, the resources they would get every day would be much greater than they are now.

The monk was originally fighting with the sky and the earth, and he exchanged his life for resources all the time.

The guards' eyes were red, and they clenched the magic weapons and flying swords in their hands, and the expressions on their faces became crazy. [42113995 God-level exchange system, god-level exchange system]421, the first god-level exchange system, 422

"Kill!" a monk shouted, and the monks, dressed in chamberlain clothes, began to cast spells and magic weapons in a steady stream, raining down on Seinfeld and Yan Qianqian.

This time, there were twenty people attacking at the same time, accompanied by many magic weapons and spells, even the monks of the Spirit Realm were a little overwhelmed.

Seeing the many people making a move, the eyes of some monks who wanted to fight for merit were red, if they were slow to shoot, or if they were not strong enough, it was very likely that others would get cheap.

More monks began to use their own means of pressing the bottom of the box, using their strongest spells and magic weapons to blast at Seinfeld.

Twenty or thirty Jindan monks attacked, and the entire sky seemed to tremble as if it was shaken by terrifying mana.

The flames were monstrous, as if they were going to burn the sky red, and Seinfeld was going to burn into nothingness. The gray and heavy mana pressed towards Seinfeld's head like a huge mountain. The mana of every Earth Dao monk represents a huge mountain that wants to suppress Seinfeld. The emerald green that represented the vitality came as scheduled, and the rattan composed of thousands of green mana wrapped around Seinfeld's body, and among the thousands of vines, Seinfeld was as small as a bee in the grass.

Among them, there is an indestructible golden "colored" flying sword mixed in, and there is always a danger of piercing Seinfeld.

Everyone joined forces, and sure enough, there was earth-shattering power, and the eldest prince who was watching the battle from a distance nodded with satisfaction.

The rest of the Spirit Realm monks who didn't make a move, stroking the beards on their chests, also nodded with a smile.

"Are you afraid?" Seinfeld asked softly.

"I should be afraid, I don't know why, but now I'm not afraid. Yan Qianqian said.

"Alright, let's keep killing. Seinfeld smiled, and the Qingxuan Sword in his hand instantly grew larger with the blessing of Seinfeld's spell, and the thirty-meter-long flying sword was held by Seinfeld with one hand.

Holding this golden 'colored' giant sword that was disproportionate to his own model, Seinfeld's body instantly pounced.

At the speed of the wind, Seinfeld's speed was as fast as lightning, ethereal as a ghost, and in an instant, he came to the front of a monk who attacked him.

The numerous attacks did not stop Seinfeld's footsteps, allowing him to rush out violently. [42113995 God-level exchange system, god-level exchange system]421, the first god-level exchange system, 422

"Boy, I rushed out of so many spells and was seriously injured, just cheap Lao Tzu. In front of Seinfeld, a bearded man with a sinister face brandished a giant axe and slashed at the top of Seinfeld's head.

"Childish. Seinfeld snorted softly, and then the huge flying sword in his hand slashed out, directly splitting the bearded monk from the top of his head, and the whole person was evenly split in half.

Blood stained the sky, and the body that was divided into two halves fell silently.

At this time, many spells were smashed, and Seinfeld's body flashed again, bringing boundless spatial ripples, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the three chamberlains who shot at him.

"Hold on. One of the Golden Dao monks shouted. Then one of the Earth Dao monks beside him released a shield magic weapon to resist the three of them.

The dark shield instantly became larger, and it was filled with a strong power of the Earth Dao, the soil system was thick, and the defense was the best, and the Earth Dao monk finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had won the first hand for himself.

The huge shield blocked Seinfeld's view, and the three of them were tightly covered behind the shield, no matter how the kid attacked, I am afraid that he would be blocked by the shield commanded by the Earth Dao monk.

Seinfeld didn't seem to even glance at the shield in front of him, and the huge Qingxuan Sword in his hand slashed out horizontally.

The thirty-meter-long huge flying sword cut through the void, as if cutting the heavens and the earth, and the huge sword light shattered the shield in the eyes of many people, and the three monks who had just let go of the shield and planned to attack again were instantly cut in half.

After slashing in half, Seinfeld slashed several swords in a row, and the infinite sword qi erupted again, and the flesh of the three monks who had just been cut in half was instantly cut into pieces of flesh.

The blood rain fell again, providing the most nourishing nourishment for the herbs for the coming year.

"Brothers, hold on, this kid used a secret method, and he won't last long. There was an attendant shouting loudly, cheering himself up, and at the same time, he also asked others to keep the density of their shots.

Seinfeld had just finished killing people, and the dense attack behind him arrived as promised.

And at this time, Seinfeld didn't move, just tilted his head slightly, looking at the numerous attacks hanging above his head.

"Haha, that kid is really bad, let me kill him. When the monks saw Seinfeld standing still, bearing the attack of the crowd, they suddenly became excited, as if they had seen themselves promoted to the rank of Hundred Captains.

The monks who launched the attack were all red-faced, their faces were hideous, and they watched with anticipation as Seinfeld was bombarded to slag under their attack, but they took pity on the delicate third lady in his arms, but many brothers coveted her, but for the position of the head of the hundred, they could only sacrifice.

Everyone watched Seinfeld struggle with interest, the more people Seinfeld killed, the greater the pleasure they felt after killing Seinfeld, but no one screamed to avenge their comrades, and those who shot only fought for their own position.

The golden flying sword in Seinfeld's hand moved again, holding a huge flying sword like a warrior, and slashing into the sky.

"Boom. "The raging flames, the ferocious floods, and the huge mountain peaks were all shattered under the sword of Seinfeld, turning into the most basic aura and dissipating in the sky.

The eldest prince frowned, and beside him, an old man bowed his head and said: "Eldest prince, this kid is probably not only in the Jindan realm, if this continues, maybe the inner servant will suffer heavy casualties." ”

The eldest prince exhaled and said lightly: "This son doesn't want to see the monkey anymore, it's up to you to take action and arrest him." ”

"Yes. The old man answered, his body flashed, and he also rushed into the battlefield.

After Seinfeld slashed many spells, he suddenly felt a more majestic and powerful mana coming from behind him, and turned back at dusk to see three old men blocking the sky in three directions, all three of them were flooded with strong fire, and they were even casting fire spells in their hands, and a huge flame long knife appeared in front of each person, slashing towards Seinfeld's head.

"Be careful, they made a move, these are the elders of my Black Fire Sect. Yan Qianqian suddenly exclaimed.

"An elder of the Black Fire Sect?" Seinfeld chuckled, "I've killed before, but it should be easier now." ”

"Hmph, the boy is arrogant. An old man sneered, and the three of them joined forces, and the three flaming long knives quickly fell, and the raging flames shrouded the top of Seinfeld's head, as if sending Seinfeld to purgatory.

"Flames?" Seinfeld sneered, his body instantly raised and flew towards the three people above his head.

"Let me go down?" the three flame monks shouted, urging the flames to fall towards Seinfeld with all their might.

In the sneer, the cold silkworm robe on Song Fei's body was glowing with cold air, blocking all the raging flames outside his body, this cold silkworm robe could even resist the flames of the Heavenly Flame, how could he care about the flame long knives of the three people in front of him.

Seinfeld urged a very small amount of mana, and he broke out of the three flame long knives, and the three flame long knives that were close to him disappeared silently.

This scene made the faces of the three old men change greatly, and even some of the other Spirit Realm elders who were watching the battle also had surprised expressions on their faces.

At this moment, Seinfeld's body rose up and instantly rushed towards one of the flame monks.

"Stop him. Seeing that something was wrong, the eldest prince immediately shouted, Jindan Monk Black Fire Sect can afford to lose a few, but Spirit Realm Monk, losing one is a huge loss for the Black Fire Sect.

After hearing the eldest prince's shout, the rest of the Spirit Realm elders could no longer continue to watch the battle, and they all "shot" towards the battlefield, trying to surround Seinfeld and kill him.

Seven or eight waves of mana fluctuating far beyond the Jindan monk "shot" in the direction of Seinfeld like a swift bolt of lightning.

But compared to Seinfeld's speed, they are still a little behind.

Before they could arrive, Seinfeld was already in front of his target, holding Yan Qianqian.

"Go in peace. Seinfeld said calmly to the old man.

"Boy, is the old man a soft persimmon? You can pinch it as much as you want?" the old man was furious when he heard Seinfeld's understatement.

"Are persimmons soft?" Seinfeld shook his head, a chuckle on his face, "In my eyes, you're not even as good as persimmons." ”

"The old man fought with you. The old man was furious when he heard this, and then he saw that Seinfeld's huge long sword instantly slashed towards him, and the old man tried to resist with his mana, but he was horrified to find that his mana was instantly shredded in front of this Qingxuan sword, like paper paste.

Similarly, after cutting off the flesh, Seinfeld's sword shook slightly, and the sword qi spread in an instant, and a spiritual realm monk, just like the Jindan monk just now, turned into a rain of blood in Seinfeld's hands without resistance.

Killing a spirit realm is so easy.