Chapter 711 In the bloody battle

Under the leadership of Fang Qiuyao, the righteous people finally entered the Yandang Mountain Gate.

Hao Chengang and He Lianshan opened the way in the front, and the two new forces, Zhu Fei and Luo Ying, also rushed to the front. The owner of Zixing Island, Zhou Yueyi, Yan Indifferent and He Feifan were the mainstays, and Zuo Xingqi, Xinxian and Bai Lang responded in the rear.

Hundreds of disciples of the thirteen sects were killed into the group of monsters.

But they were quickly stopped.

Mu Hongqiu, Wan Liufeng, Su Xiyan, Lu Yingqing, Bi Xuan, Peach Blossom Swordsman... There are also many powerful people with profound magic in the evil demon races.

The battle between the two sides is in full swing.

Zhou Yueyi, the owner of Zixing Island, met Mu Hongqiu and were still suppressed by him alone. Mu Hongqiu is ancient and modern, and his moves are strange, and he also has countless strange spells. The Buddha's magic power of the owner of Purple Star Island and Zhou Yueyi's magic moon method can't compete with him.

Hao Chenang and He Lianshan have been fighting for a long time, and their strength is close, and the two are not the opponents of Wan Liufeng. Xinxian sneaked from behind, and the three besieged Wan Liufeng and fought like a lamp, but it was difficult to get the upper hand.

Bi Xuan's two palms shine with thunder, and he will die when they touch each other, and they will die next to each other. No one can stop him.

There is also the third master of the swaying mountain, the bull-headed demon king with a huge axe, rushed into the battle array and set off a blood curtain like a whirlwind.

The righteous people were hindered, and they suffered heavy casualties, so they had no choice but to fight and retreat.

But at this time, a red figure came from the sky, wearing a silver ghost face, holding the autumn dew on the leaves, passing over the battlefield and going straight to Moyun Jinpeng in the air.

"Blood Wolf Monk!" Mu Hongqiu exclaimed, attacked several moves to force the owner of Purple Star Island, and chased the blood wolf monk through the air.

In the distance, there are countless masters, all of whom are disciples of the devil. The leader was Qin Yan. He rushed into the battlefield without saying anything. His sword spirit flew in his palm and immediately took away the lives of hundreds of demons. Jiang Moyu followed him leisurely and leisurely. Only when Qin Yan failed to kill the enemy in one move did he make up for a shot. The two quickly created a large gap on the battlefield.

Wan Liufeng saw that his troops were seriously killed and injured, so he gave Hao Chenang, He Lianshan and Xin Xian to Bi Xuan and ran to Qin Yan.

But he only took two steps, and suddenly there was a palm wind behind him. He dodged and saw the attacker. He couldn't help but be angry: "What are you doing?"

That person is Su Xiyan.

Su Xiyan said with a warm smile at the corners of her mouth: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Wan Liufeng was furious and then laughed: "Do you think the arrival of the Blood Wolf Monk is a good opportunity? Do you think Master is unprepared for this?

"I don't care about my master. All I know is that you have to die!" Su Xiyan came together. The color of the pupils in his eyes faded, leaving only a blankness, but his palm was like the wind, and it was difficult to break free.

The wind exhales and raises its sound, and the fists are like thunder, and they counterattack brazenly. Your sad smile will destroy the palm of the Ming Dynasty. All the changes are under my control, and you will only fail if you try a hundred times again!"

"That's not necessarily!"

Both of them are like ghosts, wandering in the shadow of fists and palms, killing insegregately.

Lu Yingqing, who was slaughtering righteous disciples, found that the two of them were fighting and turned around in consternation: "What are you doing? Is it time for infighting? Why don't you stop!"

But no one listened to her.

Su Xiyan fought to a sound place, suddenly shouted, exhaled like thunder, turned her palm into a finger, broke into the shadow of Wanliu Wind Fist, penetrated the space that was torn a little twisted by the fist strength, and amazingly rushed straight along the gap of the fist connection, and plunged into his chest fiercely.

The blood flowed out.

Su Xiyan said coldly, "I have already known your eight disasters."

Wan Liufeng stepped back two steps and wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth: "What's the name of this move?"

Su Xiyan closed her eyes and exhaled: "It exists to kill you, just call it... Wan Liufeng!"

The 121st type of Ming and destroying palms - Wanliufeng.

Wan Liufeng smiled miserably. This is indeed a long-planned move against him, which hurts his anger and makes him unable to find a way to crack this move in a short time.

"Xiyan, you can't kill him!" Lu Yingqing rushed forward and stopped between the two, "Master has been planning for a long time. Today's battle is related to my fortune, and I can't--"

The words stopped abruptly. She lowered her head, looked at the arm that penetrated her chest in appar, and slowly raised her face after a long time: "You, you..."

"It's enough to suffer losses on women once." Su Xiyan said lightly, "Do you think I don't know what you said to him?"

Lu Yingqing's face showed a sad look. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but the blood gushed out, making her unable to make a sound.

The rear wind stared: "How dare you kill her!"

Su Xiyan lowered her head, looked at the woman's slowly sliding body, with a soft look on her face, and whispered, "I will bury you two together."

"Su Xiyan, you are so bold!" Wanliufeng roared fiercely and rushed up desperately. The magic power of the eight disasters in his chest is working to the extreme, and he wants to die with Su Xiyan.

However, a flying sword shot from behind and cut off his head, making it impossible for him to do so.

The headless corpse strode with its fist and fell on Lu Yingqing's body under Su Xiyan's cold gaze.

The man and woman colluded and died together.

"Thank you." In the distance, Qin Yan withdrew his flying sword and waved his hand to him.

Su Xiyan showed a warm smile and turned away from the battlefield.

The situation has been reversed. Only Bi Xuan, Peach Blossom Swordsman and Bullhead Demon King are the only top masters of the demon and evil coalition, but they have many monsters, which can resist for a while with their numerical advantage.

"Brother Han..."

Qin Yan turned around and saw Fang Qiuyao looking at himself with a complicated expression, but he wanted to stop talking.

Qin Yan casually cut off a tiger demon and smiled back: "Xiao Fang, I haven't seen you for a long time. Looking at your proud spring breeze, have you been having a good time recently?"

Fang Qiuyao subconsciously touched his face. Is he proud of the spring breeze? Maybe I was a little happy when I first became the leader, but gradually I was overwhelmed by all kinds of trivial things. I haven't slept well for nearly a month. I can't see any complacency from the bloody red eyes!

He coughed dryly, "Brother Han, how have you been recently?"

Qin Yan nodded: "I'm fine. My cultivation has risen and I'm in good health. Thank you for your care. By the way, Miss Ye went to Mingxi Mountain. She seems to be very worried about you. Go and have a look as soon as possible!"

"Uh..." Fang Qiuyao was stunned, "Will Miss Ye care about me?" She is by your side, so it should be difficult to think of me.

Qin Yan frowned: "Don't you believe me?"

Fang Qiuyao shook his head quickly: "No, no. I can trust Brother Han's character, but..." But sometimes you do like to talk nonsense. "It's just that the war is tight now. As the leader of the martial arts alliance, I really can't escape..."

Qin Yan sighed. This boy is really not the young teenager who blushed and heartbeat as soon as he heard Miss Ye. Since you can't support him, you have something to say. Xiaofang, why don't we join hands!"