Chapter 671 Zhenyang Wind Shake

The huge knife spanned thousands of feet, and the black knife gas was cut in the air, full of strong and dark breath, which was unparalleled, covering the distance of several peaks. Under the sword spirit, the monks on both sides who were fighting suddenly became desperate. They could not avoid this knife.

Seeing this knife spirit, Xing silently was shocked. He was too familiar with this knife spirit. Cloth's subordinates defeated general, Zheng Mo, looking at this knife spirit, it seems that this boy has been good at it recently. Thinking of this, Xing was preparing to take action. At this time, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the sharp sword pointed straight to the knife spirit. In the sky, countless sword spirits suddenly came out of thin air and shot at the end of the knife gas. He did not stop the fall of the knife spirit, but directly attacked Zheng Mo himself, the fierce sword The air cut through the void, and the void exploded. At that moment, the speed was as fierce as thunder, and the sword spirit was thunderous.

The sword spirit thunder sound is still a high-end swordsmanship in swordsmanship. This sword goes out much faster than the sword spirit. It can be imagined that if the sword spirit falls, the two disciples of the two demons will certainly be killed and injured, Zheng Mo will certainly be attacked. His hand is not small. Maybe he has a strong defensive magic weapon, but under the sword spirit thunder sound , he dares not welcome it.

The answer was that he didn't dare. The knife gas fell and stopped toughly. The huge knife light shrank into a three-foot-long knife light and cut into the sword light. Zheng Mo's face did not change, but his heart was very awe-inspiring. He had expected this situation that this knife was also quite quickly.

"Ling Mo, haha, I've wanted to fight with you for a long time, but unfortunately I haven't had a chance. Break it for me." The knife spirit was so great that the lightning speed cut above Ling Mo's sword spirit. The sword spirit instantly made a sound of golden bells, and then burst and disappeared endlessly.

Feel the power in the sword spirit, Zheng Mo's face, then shouted loudly and greeted him. The knife light unfolded, and there was also a little wind and thunder. Obviously, he also practiced knife skills and fought with the sword light. For a moment, there were sword shadows all over the sky, and the sword spirit was above, and the knife in Zheng Mo's hand was not ordinary. The sword in Ling Mo's hand is still very domineering.

Once the two came into contact, they fought fiercely.

These two are battle maniacs. As soon as they move, they can't tell the battlefield. Under them, countless monks cried for fear of being hurt. Even so, countless monks suffered misfortune.

Blood is flying, the broken limbs and arms are all over the ground, the smoke is full of gunpowder, and the war is heavy. This is the battlefield.

Xing silently watched the two get started and stopped his mind. It was not that he was unwilling to take action, but that he did not want to take the initiative. On this battlefield, the magic monks were superior. They sent these people just to play something, and they didn't take action first. Let's see.

Sure enough, only a quarter of an hour later, dozens of figures appeared conveniently on the gray clouds. The breath of these dozens of figures are stronger than one by one. The divine consciousness covers the battlefield and is full of murderous intent. On this side of the right path, Xing silently looked at it. There are almost only about 20 masters left, a master of the divine period, and the other party obviously also has Master of the divine period.

"Haha, it's very lively, dead saplings. Looking at this scene, what do you think? Isn't the Kunlun School the first faction? Now they also play the game of stubbornness." A wild voice sounded all over the dry mountain like a morning bell and evening drum.

Hearing this voice, Xing couldn't help but change his face. Looking at it, he saw a thin old man rising from the gray cloud. He was not someone else, but the master of the demonization period who organized to attack the Wanku Mountains. There has been no movement for a long time, but today he actually appeared.

He turned around and took a look at the Wanku Hall. His face changed and he hurriedly shouted, "Open the mountain protection array, and all the disciples enter the array."

Needless to say, a blue light rose in the mountains, covering dozens of peaks and covering the main peaks of Wanku Mountain. Even several peaks in the battlefield were shrouded in it. The blue light rose, the body of the righteous disciples was shocked, and the combat effectiveness was directly improved by several levels, and the disciples of the magic disciples suddenly He became depressed and was extremely shocked to apply. Taking this opportunity, I don't know how many demon disciples died tragically in the hands of righteous monks.

With the silent provocation, the master of the magic road was suddenly furious. He waved his hand from afar, and a huge black claw hit the array before it fell on the mask. The strong magic spirit dissipated, which had made all the disciples of the right path shocked by lightning.

"Zang Taoist friends, why are you so anxious? There must be a battle between you and me, but not now." In the sky, a blue light suddenly emerged and met the huge black claws. Two horrible energies met in the sky in an instant and disappeared invisible. At the same time, a figure appeared above the cyan light mask, which was the Kunlun elders who presided over the defense of the Wanku Mountains, and the wind shook.

The masters of the Huashen period were so horrible that they were once not allowed to take action in the secular world. Now the monastic world is extremely chaotic. Obviously, this rule has little effect. Both of them are also measured, which just offsets the invisible, and there is no violation of the rules.

Xing silently looked at the sky and looked infinitely in his expression. This is the period of transformation. I don't know when I can arrive. It's really enviable!

Zhenyang is obviously the Taoist name of the master of Demonism. He is the elder of the True Demon Sect and has unparalleled cultivation, so that he can host the battlefield here. Under the battlefield, he is not only one, but also a master of the gods ambushed. In terms of cultivation, he may not be as good as Feng Yaozi. In terms of the number of people, he does not suffer losses.

"Huh, I'm not in a hurry. I'm not in a hurry. The mainland of Kyushu is now almost a foregone conclusion. The Buddha sect is scattered and occupies the hearts of the people. Although it can't be a big climate, it can't be eliminated for a while. The demons seem to attack the two states of Central Kun. In fact, as long as Wuzhou is their habitat, and you are right. Unable to expel, we want to eat half of Zhongzhou. Now Zheng Mo's four evil ways have lost almost half of the war, only the southwest battlefield.

"That's not necessarily true. As far as I know, the devil's road seems to have been hit hard by someone. There seems to be some faults in the extreme combat power. We just take this opportunity to attack Chuzhou and drive you back to the abyss of the demon realm. I don't know what this suggestion is." Feng Yaozi is not lagging behind at all.

Zhenyang's face changed and his face turned horizontally. "Facts are better than eloquence. If you have the ability, you and I have done it again. What's the ability to hide in the array?"

"If you want to listen, don't dare to listen, please." The wind shook his body and flew to the sky.