The golden wheel hung high in the Xixian Pavilion, and the shouting and killing never stopped since it sounded, as if there was no end to the fight.

Unconsciously, an hour has passed, without the elite support of a large group of judges, the situation has become more and more miserable, the wolf lord has fallen, he is angry, although he is still alive, he can no longer fight, he has done his best for that promise.

The wolf clan was almost wiped out, and only a few thousand wolves remained. Today, the body is covered with blood, the fangs are broken and the claws are broken, and the strength is exhausted, but it still roars and struggles to rush towards the enemy, which is the glory of the wolf. For a favor, for a promise, I will not hesitate to die, and I will not hesitate to exterminate the clan.

That one grace and one promise was meant to be repaid with one's life.

Gu Xiaojun is a candidate for a major judgment, but she has no official position, although her skills are good, she is not qualified to enter the two major formations, the woman is disheveled, and several wounds on her pretty face are deep to the bones, but she has never fallen half a step, and closely follows Su Jing to fight hard at the front

In the midst of the fierce battle, those eight-legged people who were rushing through with teeth and claws suddenly fell to the ground without warning, and did not move again.

It is as if people have been drained of their souls, and their skins have lost their essence and aura, and have become stinky meat.

Inside and outside the mountain, the eight-legged girl fell to the ground, and none of them could move.

This change came so abruptly that the soldiers of the Xixian Pavilion couldn't react for a while, and they still slammed the huge corpses that were dead and couldn't move a little anymore before they gradually stopped, looking at each other.

There was no cheering. Only as silent as death, anyone can understand that the 'fall' of the eight-legged girl cannot be a victory.

"Mo Qin was siphoned off. Su Jing said to a few companions around him: "It's time for the Lord to come."

Before the words fell, there was a sudden roaring footsteps in front of him, so heavy that the earth trembled when he stepped on it, and the mountains of Xixian Pavilion shook endlessly. At the end of the line of sight, seven people walked side by side in a row.

Born with two horns, dressed in tattered armor, and with pure black skin, they are bigger than the mountains, taller and bigger than the real mountains!

Lying outside the mountain, covered with huge buildings along the way. in front of the seven. Turned into an inconspicuous little spider.

Ink Djinn, seven.

The defenders of the Xixian Pavilion, the vast majority of them, only saw the real enemy they had to deal with for the first time at this moment.

Why fight head-on. Only when it is far away. The tiger and wolf officials who adhered to the Xixian Pavilion and the vicious poor suddenly felt that they were really small.

Suddenly I felt like dust. It doesn't matter, or even has no value at all, how depressing it feels!But in front of the seven-headed trolls, including the stubborn wolf lord. A group of fierce generals can no longer raise the will to fight, not because of how tall they are, but because the spirit is indescribable, he is true, for being, for being high, but I am nothing.

The seven ink djinns were expressionless and moved forward.

The trembling of the earth and the shaking of the mountains became more and more violent, and the steps of the ink djinn intensified, from slow to hurried, and then from hurried to running! They rushed to their feet, and the eight-legged stalks that were piled up along the way and the dust under their feet, and the occasional protruding boulder or stone peak turned into powder in front of them! They moved, as if they were dominating: they were dominating this shijie, and nothing should have hindered them in the slightest!

At this moment, the blood-soaked Xixian Pavilion was all taken away by the seven-headed ink giant spirit!

The next moment, the sword qi exploded from the ground, and a sword qi swept forward to surf, and the empty world suddenly showed an ocean, spanning between the ink giant spirit and the Xixian Pavilion!

The big waves rolled, the heart of the sea opened, a thousand feet of green luan slowly floated, the man on the back of the luan was independent, the long sword pointed at the seven-headed fierce thing, only the 'demon ye' can describe the beautiful smile: "If you want to enter the mountain, please cross the sea first." ”

A thought of the sea, a sword Qingluan.

The sword is a tide, and my lord rises and falls.

The glamorous man's gaze was calm, staring straight ahead at the inky djinn.

Su Jing smiled, and when the laughter came out, he realized that his voice was really hoarse, like two pieces of rough rubbing cowhide rubbing. But what's the matter, don't say it's just hoarse, even if the laughter is really shattered, it can't hide the happiness in it, I love swordsmen, I have to see good swordsmanship, and the happiness is boundless!

'One water, one sword shadow, one shadow and one demon emperor' is in front;

'A thought of the sea, a sword Qingluan' is behind.

This is the dust of the sky, this is the first generation of disciples of the Mountain Sword Sect.

Su Jing even had a ridiculous idea: I want to thank Xie and Xie Mo Giant Spirits, if they weren't so strong, how could he have the chance to see his senior brother's good sword.

Mo Juling's footsteps stopped, his figure was zhanzhu, and he looked carefully at Chen Xiaosheng and his Qingluan, Wang Yang, and the sword in his hand, and suddenly pulled out his feet and ran, rushing straight into the sea.

The giant spirit moved, the angry tide moved, and a thousand waves rolled up behind Shen Xiaosheng, the water contained the Xuanguang, first rushing to the sky, and then falling from the sky, and the heavy water angry sword rushed to attack the ink giant spirit!

The giant agility, the angry tide moved, the golden wheel also moved, the sun hanging high in the sky suddenly converged all the brilliance, turned into a flash of gold and disappeared into Su Jing's body, one hundred and seventy miles of gold-like mountains The brilliance is no more, and Su Jing's skin is almost transparent and his body is like gilt, and all the light and heat of the heavy gold and jade glass body are all returned to himself, and he flies forward.

There are thousands of blue seas, just the rising sun and floating waves, and the brothers join forces to fight a hearty battle. Su Jing entered the sea and helped the battle to survive the dust.

The three corpses whistled to each other, the children's coffin flapped its wings, and the three corpses entered the sea to help the deity.

Gu Xiaojun gritted her teeth, and was about to fly away when her shoulder sank, and the demon mist flew in time and stepped on her left shoulder, the little ghost was not a judge of Zhengyin, and he couldn't follow You Lang Zheng into the battle.

Perhaps it was set off by the tide and shimmering light in front of him, and the little ghost's expression was extremely hideous: "Don't go, don't make a mess." ”

The vicious battle in the sea was not something that Gu Xiaojun could participate in, and no one was qualified to enter the sea in the one hundred and seventy miles of Xixian Pavilion.

Lions and tigers fight, how can there be room for rats and ants to get close.

The sea is sensational, a wave and a tide and even a drop of water are all swords, and the dust is born from a person to a soul and then from a soul to a ghost to become a demon emperor and turn into a Sanqing, all the cultivation is in this ocean; But after the blink of an eye, Su Jing screamed again, and he was busy solving his 'domain'.

At the same time, the laughter of the dust came: "You can't be greedy. ”

Greedily indeed.

Compared with the 'Si Zhao' encountered in the sea of Fuyan, the ink giant spirit here is much inferior in spiritual intelligence, and the seven giant spirits all have stiff expressions and wooden eyes, but their yuan power is much stronger than Si Zhao!

Wisdom comes first, and a smart mind is like a knife that pierces the heart, but it also has to be divided into situations, and this is the battlefield of attacking tough and vicious battles! Strength is more important than wisdom here.

Fortunately, Senior Brother's Sword Sea relieved Su Jing of heavy pressure, so that he could unravel the 'Hao Hao Qiankun' spell in time and avoid a serious injury. Su Jing respectfully responded, 'Senior Brother taught him', and he didn't dare to be greedy anymore, and his mind turned to reunite the law and trap an ink giant spirit

The tide of the sword qi rose, the waves of the sword intent were born, and the dust was born in the surging ocean, urging the entire sea to fight with the other six ink giant spirits, and the three corpses roared and screamed, and Yin Tianzi danced into a ball of wind in his hand, specializing in the sneak attack.

The angry sea rippled, and the ink giant spirit was silent, rampage through the sea without saying a word.

At least at this moment, it seems that the battle situation is stable, and the dust is firmly in the upper hand. But soon, there was a muffled sound in the distance, not to mention Chenxiaosheng, Su Jing and others, and even the demon fog in the Xixian Pavilion could hear the sound of the bowstring trembling.

In the darkness of the west, someone drew a bow and shot.

Breathing kung fu, where the arrow flew to what kind of arrow, clearly, a corpse: the body of the ink giant spirit.

The giant spirit corpse arrow rushed into the ocean of dust, and as soon as it entered the water, there was an earth-shattering roar: the corpse shattered!

The dead giant spirit corpse can't fight, but there is still a remnant of ink-colored power in this corpse, which is the liliang before his death, shattered, hit the sea, and the tide shook violently. The next moment, there were three muffled sounds in succession.

Three arrows followed, three giant corpses followed, and then attacked the sea!

Before the three corpses fell, there was a muffled sound, and in the darkness, the people shot with bows, and the huge corpses that were stronger and more majestic than the mountains, and still contained the residual strength in their bones, bombarded the angry sea.

At the same time, Su Jing's red robe swayed, and the white and pure monk stepped into the air and ascended to the sky.

It seemed to be moving slowly, but before the second corpse fell into the sea, the monk was already sitting calmly in the air, bowing his head, closing his ten, and then opening his palms and holding himself high in the sky

The chanting that should have been soft resounded in the nine heavens, how could there be the slightest compassion, only boundless anger!

The Buddha's light, which should have been clear, was so thick that it almost distorted, making it impossible to tell which was the light or the curtain of pale gold silk between heaven and earth! The next moment, a loud rumbling sound caused a sensation in all directions, and the giant spirit corpse arrow exploded in the Buddha's light.

The stench of corpses filled the air in an instant, and the shadow monk's body shook, and his face became more and more pale.

And the bowstring trembled endlessly, and one corpse arrow after another broke through the air, hitting the Buddha's light one after another.

The 'arrow' attack was not finished, and the footsteps started again, and the seven-headed ink giant spirit rushed forward and rushed into the 'Canghai', such as the former, better than Si Zhao's spiritual wisdom chaos and liliang.

The furious sea set off a frenzy, and at the same time, the vision in the sky appeared again: the sky of Xixian Pavilion suddenly cracked, Qiankun was torn, and the army of black armor with two horns on the top of the head swarmed out, all of them looked like ink giant spirits, but their body shape was similar to ordinary people, what are they?

How can Su Jing not be in a hurry when the battle situation suddenly changed, Tu Wan flew out to help the shadow monk, and his mind turned, and he was about to tie the golden wheel again to shine on the Xixian Pavilion, when suddenly a cold chuckle sounded in his ears, and a thousand rays of light bloomed on Su Jing's side, and the woman in gold raised her bare hands, and her five fingers were like hooks on the top of Su Jing's head.

"Yang San Lang Er dare!" The little ghost sent the demon fog man in the Xixian Pavilion, and he had also thrown himself into the bitter battle, still roaring hoarsely and roaring like thunder! (To be continued......)