In an instant, a golden light like a pool of autumn water lit up in the void, and Liu Junhuai's entire body turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing forward with the momentum of the gun, and the terrifying aura flowed, as if opening up the world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The artistic conception of the edge climbed wildly, turning into a layer of extremely terrifying sharp qi, stabbing through the void in front of it, and the sword-like wind dragon swallowed half a zhang of sharp edge, pointing out like a country, hitting the weak point of the sword net and cracking it directly, countless sword qi shot out in all directions like fireworks.

The face of the leader was cloudy, he didn't expect Liu Junhuai to have such a terrifying method, but he was shocked to see Liu Junhuai's figure disappear again, this strange situation made him can't help but widen his eyes, squeezed hard, thinking that there was a hallucination.

However, this person has extremely rich experience in fighting, and his left hand pushed forward, and he actually commanded the dense layers of sword rays to shoot out behind him, but Liu Junhuai appeared from the place where he had just disappeared, and his eyes were shining, like a piece of cold ice to the bone. While the sword array was still condensing, the aura of heaven and earth around him fluctuated irregularly, and the shiny pitch-black god-killing spear burst out with an incomparable condensed aura.

While the sword array was still condensing, the aura of heaven and earth around it fluctuated irregularly, and the shiny pitch-black god-killing spear burst out with an incomparable condensed aura, and a shot stabbed at a seventh-order cultivator who was revealed in the formation.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi instantly froze in the place where it passed, and the pitch-black and sharp spears shot out in all directions, sweeping up a terrifying golden rainbow, wrapped in a whistling and terrible wind, conjuring thousands of sharp rays and then instantly uniting, condensing into one point, and the extremely sharp aura instantly penetrated the monk's body.

Thousands of blades burst in that person's body, and the terrifying sharp qi splashed around like a blowout, and the bodies of several people on the side were swept by the sharp qi, and they were immediately covered with fine cracks, and then blood light burst out.

Where the scattered sharp qi was shrouded, within a radius of ten zhang, all the air was instantly evacuated by the power of space in the gun, and the space on one side completely collapsed, and the figures of several people in the formation froze in an instant.

At this time, the spear in Liu Junhuai's hand swept across, and the sharp energy artistic conception was all integrated into the god-killing spear, the sharp qi condensed and exploded, the terrifying and incomparably piercing sonorous sound exploded, and the air emitted a deafening sound, and the aftermath of the terrifying edge shook and spread, and the sand and gravel on the ground were shattered into powder.

A touch of despair flashed in the eyes of several people who were imprisoned in action, in this state, they had the means and could not show it, they could only feel that their body protection sword qi was easily torn apart, and in a trance, they seemed to see countless fierce sharp edges sweeping over their bodies, and the blood burst out, blood gushed out like a fountain, and several corpses rolled down, their eyes were huge, staring at the sky as if questioning, full of unwillingness and anger and a trace of remorse.

The body of the leader regained his ability to move in an instant, and his body suddenly fell, and the whole person seemed to be transformed into a wolf and rushed out to the side, dodging the splashing edge.

The terrifying sharp energy contained in Liu Junhuai's shot made him creepy, but a wisp of sharp qi spread, and his own body protection sword qi felt like it was about to be torn apart, and even his skin and flesh felt a pain as if it had been cut and torn apart.

The momentum of the gun is solemn, Liu Junhuai holds the spear horizontally, his cold eyes look directly at the person, as if he is proud of the heroes, exuding the momentum of a king, his dark red eyes exude demonic fierceness, the wild momentum is agitated, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth is like a poppy blooming that makes that person feel even more frightened!

Several monks of the Hundred Grass Hall who rushed over were all shocked by Liu Junhuai's monstrous killing aura, and they couldn't help but stop under their feet, staring at Liu Junhuai's extremely violent and powerful aura tumbling and stirring up the sky.

"Whew!"

A bright light suddenly appeared around Liu Junhuai's body, making people feel a little dazzling, and when the light fell, his ghostly figure suddenly disappeared in front of everyone, and none of the people present could capture where he went.

The eighth-order cultivator looked around, trying to make a calm judgment, but found that at the critical moment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't calm down.

His whole body was agitated, trying his best to perceive all the wind and grass, but it didn't mean that there was no danger, when a faint sense of crisis that he had never felt before came to his heart, his figure instantly retreated, and in the blink of an eye, it had swept out dozens of feet.

It's just that the terrible sound of air crackling still resounded beside him, and he always felt a strong evil aura lock him, but this evil qi seemed to float everywhere.

"Whoosh!" Three sharp auras came from behind him, and he cast a palm without looking back, and his body floated into the distance with the power of a palm.

Before his body could stabilize, a sharp energy in mid-air swept in, and the powerful and tyrannical terrifying edge extremely compressed the air in mid-air, bursting and stimulating in an instant, and the terrifying golden rainbow reappeared in the sneer, and the golden light burst out in the void, and exploded above his head like an earth-shattering explosion.

The extremely terrifying sharp qi was like a thunderbolt, penetrating the person's protective sword qi in the blink of an eye, submerging into his body, and in a moment of intense stinging, he felt that his nerves had been paralyzed, and the pain seemed to be gradually disappearing, and his whole head was dizzy, and even the scene in front of him had become blurred.

In the blink of an eye, the whole body was covered with cracks and blood, stretching back and forth, and all of them cracked with a bang, and the huge body of the eighth-order scattered cultivator turned into a puddle of flesh.

Everyone in the distance didn't dare to come out, observing this scene with bated breath, everyone's body trembled slightly, and an extreme fear multiplied in their hearts.

I don't know who screamed "whoosh", these people scattered and fled, and there was no longer a trace of war.

In mid-air, Liu Junhuai's eyes narrowed slightly, his body shook, and he turned into a phantom and fell from the sky, and the trend was as fast as thunder!

With each shot, the spear shattered the void, causing the void turbulence to freeze instantly, and the sharp edge of several zhang was suddenly stabbed out silently in the power of the domain space, and the sharp and sharp spear intent carried the killing decision, wantonly harvesting the enemy's life.

Twist the body, straighten the chest, and lift up, the god-killing spear is one with him, and the feeling can no longer be described by flowing water, the most accurate statement should be the whole, the person and the gun form a perfect whole, and the golden halo of sharp thoughts spreads upwards from the feet.

On the other side, the Khotanese Ancestor was full of fighting intent, and a domineering aura of heaven and earth was condensed like a substance, overwhelmingly attacking every corner.

The monks of the Hundred Grass Hall scattered and fled, as if the actual killing intent was impacting them, and everyone clearly felt the crisis they were enperishing, extremely terrifying, absolutely coercive, and endlessly cold.

The two puppets were churning in both palms, turning into a power grid in the sky, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemy, screaming and howling continuously, hoarse and miserable, sad and angry, and the scene was indescribably terrifying and weird.

This desolate aura that seemed to fall from the top of Bliss to the cold reality spread in an instant, and the bone-chilling cold spread all over the earth, like a terrible cold wind blowing through the wilderness where bones are buried!

The rich bloody killing aura made the puppet's eyes more and more blood-red, and a terrifying murderous aura permeated the four fields, and from time to time someone knelt on the ground with weak legs in the crowd watching from a distance around.

More of the monks in the battlefield were frightened and wanted to retreat quickly, but at this moment, their bodies were difficult to move, their bodies had been restrained by the power of invisible space, and their movements became extremely sluggish.

They felt as if their souls were trembling, their cheeks flushed with blood, and in their hearts, the two human monks and the two puppets were as terrifying as demons in hell, and several of them fell to their knees, their eyes full of terror in their bronze bell-like eyes.

However, the monks of Qianji Valley did not get the instructions of the ancestor of Khotan, and they all stayed at the entrance of the courtyard building to watch, and even they felt cold in front of them.

As if thinking of something, Liu Junhuai stopped his retreat, took out the bloodthirsty three stars, and sensed the rapid spread of the bloody qi, and the Khotanese Ancestor hurriedly withdrew his body.

In the cheerful sound of the sword, the bloodthirsty three-star blood light was everywhere, and suddenly turned into a bloody light, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

So one after another, the monks were full of qi and blood, and quickly dried up, and the blood light as fast as lightning continued to flicker and shuttle under the guidance of Liu Junhuai.

The blood-colored lotus flowers suddenly bloomed, and the shriveled human skins were spread on the ground, and a blood-red light stretched, and countless blood-colored sword rays burst out in all directions.

The extreme tyranny made the scalps of all the onlookers tingle, and the cold caused by excessive fear shivered all over their bodies, so that shivers instantly filled their bodies, and the sound of cold air gasping under the best efforts to restrain them was everywhere.

The wanton ferocious and ferocious breath exuded by wanton, cruel and vicious completely poured out, the whole heaven and earth, showing the terrifying artistic conception of death and bloody breath, during which there was a colorful blood rain, falling from the sky, one after another, it was a spectacle, this situation and this scene, so that every breath of everyone, even caused the collapse of confidence.

This ferocious aura instantly infected the battle path armament, Sen Ran's body was covered with black mist, and the cold and fierce killing aura spread with the monstrous coercion, and the tyrannical energy burst in a puff of blood mist, splashing flesh and bones.

The cold and weird aura instantly expanded and expanded, filling the whole world, and the cold to the bones made it seem as if the earth began to tremble!

Tearing and bursting, qi and blood devouring, minced meat, organs, muscle tissue, and the bloody sky were all suspended in the air, dense tyranny and ferocity, wrapping this side of the world, like a thick layer of silkworm cocoons.

Endless blood rushed out of the ground in a long river, trickling down, and all the river was bright red spots.

The terrifying aura of the Dao fluctuated, quietly erupted, and the powerful aura fiercely suppressed the hearts of all the monks present, everyone only felt that the qi and blood were surging, their ears were roaring, and the whole person's complexion turned pale almost in an instant, even the Khotanese Ancestor was full of solemnity, and there was even a trace of fear in his eyes.

Everyone looked at the battlefield in horror, and the three sharp lights were like lightning and the light and shadow were like the demon gods that reached the sky, fierce and terrifying, and could not be matched.

It's just a stick of incense time, more than 50 seventh-order and eighth-order scattered cultivators, more than 130 middle- and low-level scattered cultivators, corpses and bones are all over the field, and there are no souls!