Chapter 699 Saturated

"Mr. Taim, please help me!" The black clothes opened Shangde Zhenren and shouted loudly, trying to give the hot potato to the Thames ghost and personally went to clean up Wang Wujian.

Sure enough, as soon as Shang Dezhen heard the word "Tham", his face suddenly changed, and the battle decades ago came to his mind, and the anger in his heart instantly passed on to the Thaim ghost.

"Won"

A wide holy light flashed, separating Wang Wujian from the ghost, and a huge opening on the ground.

Wang Wujian turned over and dodged, but he was not worried that the old man would attack him, because the light of the Pangu sword was almost concentrated into a pillar of light, covering the ghost.

"Are you, the living ghost, the ghost?" Shangde asked with hatred.

"Hey hey, that's good. I finally have a little memory!" Tem laughed and said, "The brainless father who killed you in those years should have even sent you away, so that he could be his companion on the way. He was bullied by the little ghost!" It also saves me from wasting my energy today.

"Huh! I have two great wishes in my life: the first is to avenge my father, and the second is to protect the birth of my strange treasure. Speaking of this, Shang De looked at Wang Wujian fiercely. His purpose of coming here was also to get rid of his shame. "I didn't expect that I had the honor to fulfill these two wishes at the same time today."

"Haha, haha, I'm going to look at how much progress I can make today when I waved my head to the coward decades ago." The ghost said loudly.

Shangde's old face blushed in an instant. Unexpectedly, he was told his pain in front of the world's heroes and people. He shouted with a sword: "I'm going to walk for heaven today and kill you people who spend their lives for money!"

After saying that, he stabbed him with a sword.

The ghost smiled. The power of the Pangu sword was figured out decades ago. How could he pay attention to a Shangde who was a descendant? The magic power is exerted, and a layer of gold is covered on the body to protect the body.

The black clothes smiled secretly. All this seemed to be in line with his own wishes. He turned his eyes and threw it to Wang Wujian.

Wang Wujian was also secretly happy. Most of the Zhenyuan in his body was swallowed by the overpass map, and he was already unbearable to fight again. He was thinking about how to move the Taim ghost to others. Unexpectedly, Shang De took over and lost an opposite. When his eyes turned, he found that a pair of cold eyes were staring at him.

Insert the sword in black, take an arrow, pull the bow, and aim at Wang Wujian.

Wang Wujian laughed secretly. He shot three arrows in black clothes, but nothing but trouble. This time, he actually had to release an arrow in front of him, put the overpass map on his chest and waited.

There was a strange color in the eyes of the black clothes. As soon as the hand was loosened, the arrow flew out.

Wang Wujian had already flown and dodged, but unexpectedly, the arrow also turned to fly in an instant. Wang Wujian was shocked and dodged three steps out of thin air, but the arrow also followed. Wang Wujian flew and dodged again. The arrow seemed to have eyes and only shadowed behind Wang Wujian. Wang Wujian could not be in a hurry to escape.

"Soul Arrow!" Someone in the crowd screamed.

The black clothes smiled proudly, and the facial muscles drove the black veil on the face to shake, enjoying the shock brought to everyone by their unique tricks.

Sikong Zixian stood aside and wanted to help, but she was at a loss. Seeing the proud appearance in black, she was unhappy and tried her best to sacrifice the female bracelet to try to attack him.

The black dress has been on guard for a long time. Although he looked at Wang Wujian, he always guarded Sikong Zixian's side in his heart. The female bracelet just left her hand, and the black dress quickly retreated to one side.

A golden light is like a falling meteor, flying to the crowd with a golden fish tail.

Everyone's eyes were splashed with blood when they found this golden light on the fierce Shangde Zhenren and the Taim ghost, and Wang Wujian, who was chased by arrows.

The female bracelet flew out in the direction of the black dress and hit a person on the periphery. The man sensed that a golden smoothness in front of him came. He didn't understand what was going on. It had been crushed. The female bracelet did not seem to have encountered obstacles, and it hit the bodies of the two people in a row.

The skin and blood plasma that broke out of the three bodies dyed the faces of more than a dozen people around them, as if a group of blood ghosts suddenly rushed out of the ground in broad daylight.

Most of the people present saw the male and female bracelets hurt people for the first time. Such a broken scene made everyone take a deep breath. Fortunately, it was not themselves, but it also stimulated their fanatical possessiveness. Who doesn't want to have such a powerful magic weapon as destructive power?

"It's a male and female bracelet. Kill this weak woman and seize the magic weapon!"

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly, and the man took action first and rushed over.

The crowd suddenly boiled, like the water breaking the dike, swarming and surrounding Sikongzi Xianli three floors, but no one dared to take the lead.

The black clothes laughed dumbly. The scene in front of him far exceeded his expectations. It was best to fish in the muddy water.

Wang Wujian was not like this. The soul arrow behind him made him sweat, but he had no intention of slowing down at all. Seeing that Sikong Zixian was surrounded by everyone, he was anxious. When he saw the white sword faction and the Shenjian Hall on both sides, he suddenly had a plan in his heart.

Wang Wujian quickly ran to the people of the White Sword Sect. While they all paid attention to Shangde Zhenren, they stabbed the halberd. More than 20 people jumped away in a hurry, and only Mo Qilin glared at him.

Wang Wujian smiled secretly, but he did not dare to slow down at all. He flew to Mo Qilin. Mo Qilin was a spirit beast through the ages. He had a clear sense of hatred. Knowing that Wang Wujian had bad intentions, he raised a move and was about to collapse.

Seeing that the move was about to fall on Wang Wujian, Wang Wujian rolled on the ground and fell in front of Mo Qilin, and his body was covered with dust.

"kuo"

Mo Qilin made a move and stepped on the soul arrow into two sections.

Wang Wujian stood up and finally took a breath. He patted the soil on his body. When he looked directly, he couldn't help but be helpless.

Dozens of angry eyes were staring at themselves, as if to devour him.

Who doesn't know him from the White Sword Sect? Who doesn't want to break him into ten thousand pieces to vent his shame? The ordinary boy in front of him actually made it impossible for them to raise their heads among their peers. Today, the enemy is standing in front of him. How can he let go of this opportunity for revenge? More than 20 people gradually prepared to surround Wang Wujian.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Wujian smiled innocently, turned around and ran to the opposite side. Bai Ye shouted, "Kill him!"

"Zhang..."

More than 20 people showed their swords and rushed up.

The two rows of people in the Divine Arrow Hall on the opposite saw Wang Wujian crossing the magic overpass map, and saw more than 20 people following them angrily behind. It was inevitable that they panicked. Seeing this, they simply waved their hands. Anyway, they would deal with these people sooner or later.

In an instant, hundreds of arrows flew over with a powerful airflow.

Wang Wujian was happy and fell into his arms. After this arrow rain, he could get rid of the entanglement of the two major gangs and move his strength to save Sikong Zixian. He turned his body and used golden light to avoid the arrow rain.

In the face of the sudden rain of arrows, more than 20 people's faces changed slightly, but they didn't have the ability of Wang Wujian to escape in an instant, but in the blink of an eye, they formed a triangular array, resisting and approaching.

Although the people of the array can take care of each other and are inseparable, the arrow array of the Divine Arrow Hall is not so easy to resist. Even if it is slightly slipped by the Wangou arrow, it can't help but tear off a piece of skin, and several people screamed.

But soon the people on both sides were less than ten steps away, and the bow and arrows were useless, and the people in the divine arrow hall had to draw their swords to meet each other.

Dozens of people scuffled together, and the black clothes stood aside and watched coldly.

Nearly a hundred people combined Sikong Zixian, but no one dared to take action, and coincidentally took the same step, trying to kill with a fatal blow.

Twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps, one halberd away.

The blue light of the cold jade sword covers Sikong Zixian's lonely figure. The female bracelet in the left hand is ready to go at any time, and the golden light happily summons the male bracelet.

Dozens of meters away, the male bracelet on Wang Wujian's right wrist also flashed with gold.

Wang Wujian secretly took off the male bracelet and held it in his hand. He held the overpass map with his left hand, stared at the black clothes, and walked step by step in the direction where Sikong Zixian was trapped.

There is no obstruction in black, because everything is in his heart, and he even tells Wang Wujian with his eyes that you can let go!

The sound of the edge impact of the ping-pong in the west was mixed with painful shouts, up and down one after another.

Although there are more than a hundred people in the east, it is silent. All kinds of weapons point to Sikong Zixian one after another, but the lonely figure seems to be more pitiful.

In mid-air, Shangde saw his doorman fighting with the people of the God's Arrow Hall. Although there was help from the blood Taoist, the black clothes brought a group of dead men with great cultivation. The doorman was often killed and injured, and he was anxious, but he was eager to fight with the Taim ghost. He was almost caught by the Taim ghost.

"Sneer, Sne"

Two columns of blood spewed out from the two bodies. Before everyone came to their senses, more than a dozen people had fallen under the overpass map, and there was still a black smell left on the wound, but it was quickly washed red by blood.

Blood gushed out like water, and the figure retreated like a wave. A two-meter-wide road appeared between Wang Wujian and Sikong Zixian.

"Ah!"

A man flew a mace and hit it down from behind and Shi Kong Zixian's top door.

Sikong Zixian was absorbed. How could this man who woke himself up from the lonely mirror pay attention to the fact that someone would take advantage of it?

"Go to hell!"

Wang Wujian shouted in a daw, sacrificed the male bracelet, and hit the head of the wolf's tooth stick.

The head of the stick was smashed to pieces, half of the stick flew out backwards, and the two arms were cracked, rolling on the ground and howling in pain.

Once again, someone whispered in the crowd, and the man's scream seemed to tell himself: Next is you!

However, people will always be weakened by fear and crazy by fear.

More than a dozen people and dozens of weapons attacked the pair of bitter mandarin ducks in the circle.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

Both male and female bracelets flew up, and the two of them exploded to death in an instant. The scream before death made many timid people shrink back to the end of the crowd.

Wang Wujian smiled sadly. Everyone wanted to get the supreme magic weapon, but few people were willing to bear the ups and downs it brought.

A skywalk map, a Bingxian sword, monopolizing the heroes.

Shangde real person split a five-star sword flower in the air, pushed it with his left palm, and sailed to the Taem ghost.

The ghost was not slow. He made a magic formula, and a black Taiji circle appeared in front of his body. He turned his hands and pushed it against the five-star sword flower.

"Wo..."

A white light splashed, and the airflow shook back the two people.

The ghost of Thames turned over and fell to the ground, and Mo Qilin jumped up to drag Shangde.

The two looked at each other angrily, but did not continue to do it, but watched the scene of the melee.

The black clothes also retreated early to a big tree and hid, like a cheetah, quietly waiting for the weak and powerless prey he wanted, and then waited for the mobile hand.

Two golden lights fly back and forth. Every time they fly out, someone will scream, and even disappear completely in this world from then on.

Shangde rode on Mo Qilin and overlooked the dragon and tiger fight. An old face was sometimes gloomy and sometimes proud. The soaring treasure should have been held in his hand, but I don't know if it would attract this group of people to compete in his own hands?

The spread of the battlefield gradually spread, and the people of the White Sword Sect and the Divine Arrow Hall were all involved, and the great scuffle of hundreds of people began.

Wang Wujian and Si Kong Zixian slightly eased the pressure. However, in addition to the frontal siege of more than 20 people, there were more than a dozen people staring at them in the distance, and in black and Shangde were peeping in the dark.

The places scanned by the overpass map are full of remnants and amputated limbs.

The two stood on each other, stepping on the blood-red land under their feet.

The black gas of the overpass map has obviously faded. Everyone knows that Wang Wujian is the end of the strong crossbow, and even the male bracelet thrown out is shaking.

"God? How are you?" Sikong Zixian asked softly, with a short breath.

"Nothing!" Wang Wujian paused. The Zhenyuan in his body was not only sucked by the overpass map, but also seemed to flow out automatically. If it hadn't been for the overpass map, he would have fallen on the ground.

Although the overpass map is as light as grass mustard, it is faster than the sharp blade. It takes no effort to cut people's heads like cutting tofu. However, every swing is accompanied by the passage of Zhenyuan. The overpass map seems to be a vampire with human nature, constantly driving him to fight.

Originally, he was just recovering from a serious injury. At this moment, he was exhausted. Fortunately, there was still the soul in his body as the backing. Wang Wujian looked around at these desperate people who were controlled by desire, and his heart was full of grief and indignation.

If the people are not afraid of death, how can they be afraid of death?

If you want to leave alive this time, you must fight with blood!

Wang Wujian put away the male bracelet and pulled up the overpass, and the green scar on his neck appeared again.

Because of the devouring power of the overpass map, the faint green light flashed in the direction of Wang Wujian's right hand.

Wang Wujian's face showed unprecedented calmness. Where does the vitality in his body flow?

"God! Don't..." Sikong Zixian felt a trace of coldness and turned to Wang Wujian and shouted, but it was too late, and the green patron saint in the dead abyss appeared beside her again.

"After today, I may not be able to be me." Wang Wujian said lightly.

"Don't..." Sikongzi choked. At present, there are so many opponents. Even if a person who has been cultivated for 2,000 years suffers from this dilemma, it is inevitable that he will die. What's more, it is just a spirit in a parasitic body, and it may be completely activated, so I'm afraid that none of the two people can "live".

"Would you like to kill with me?" A strange light flashed in Wang Wujian's green eyes.

Sikong Zixian nodded gently. Maybe the fate is written by God, and the struggle will only be more painful, and an indignation falls on the group of wolves around him.

The blue light of the cold jade sword covers half of Sikong Zixian's body, and the other half is shrouded in the bright golden light of the female bracelet. The graceful figure looks a little mysterious, and a pair of cold eyes glanced around.

The male and female bracelets flew up again, and the two golden fish tails shuttled alternately.

Among the colorful magic light, only a black light and a blue light are the most cheerful and rapid.

On the periphery of the huge battlefield, dozens of people are slowly moving to find opportunities.

Under the big tree, he looked at all this with a treacherous smile, and his inner abacus was about to be finished.

On Mo Qilin, Shangde Zhenren looked down on this tragic battle coldly. Even if the disciples and disciples were killed and injured, he was not moved. The ** of the magic weapon made him crazy and indifferent like chasing his power when he was young.

With a "plop", Wang Wujian suddenly fell to the ground.

The people around him were shocked and thought that he had some tricks, and immediately stepped back a few steps.

Sikong Zixian was in a panic. She quickly fixed the female bracelet, inserted her sword and asked, "God, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Wujian knocked on the back of his head, barely lay on his back, and said with a wry smile, "You go first!"

Although even Wang Wujian himself knew that this was nonsense, he didn't know what to say. The true elements in his body flowed cleanly, as if he had been sucked by a mysterious object, and this power was different from the overpass map.

The right hand grasps the overpass diagram, and the body becomes greener and greener. The soul is like a source of energy, constantly providing energy to the overpass diagram, but it fails to provide Wang Wujian to supplement the true element in the body.

A Taoist priest held a long gun in his hand and stabbed Sikong Zixian from behind.

Wang Wujian's heart was hot, and a warm current rushed straight to the top of the door, reached out and threw out of the overpass map, and put the man into his body and inserted it on the ground.

Most of the overpass map sank into the ground. There was a convulsived on the halberd. The blood flowed down the halberd, but there was not a drop on the ground, and it was absorbed by the overpass map.

Everyone was stunned by this moment. No one expected that Wang Wujian would shoot the overpass map like a mortal soldier.

Even the black man in black and Shangde Zhenren, who had been secretly salivating, widened his eyes and felt incredible. Wang Wujian's abandonment of the overpass map was equivalent to giving up his life. Just between the male and female bracelets were collected and placed, they were already dead on the spot.

However, no one will pay attention to the men and women standing between blood and corpses again, watching the changes of the bodies on the overpass map.

The man's blood was quickly sucked away, and his whole body dried up, just a piece of clothing wrapped around a skin.

One person was the first to reflect and rushed to the front of the overpass. His eyes radiated with surprise. When he reached out to pull it, a flying knife cut diagonally and cut off the man's right hand.

Blood spewed out from the broken arm and was sucked up by the overpass map. The man fell to the ground and howled, was scratched by a sword, and stopped breathing. Dozens of people leaned together tightly. In order not to be hindered, the weapons in their hands rushed to the people around them in an instant. More than a dozen people immediately splashed blood on the spot. The killing sound in the crowd once again shocked the sky, and the swords and shadows rose one after another. The bodies around the overpass map increased one by one, and the blood slowly gathered under the attraction of the overpass map, and the black magic became red, which was particularly horrible.