Chapter 147 Who Fights with

Those dead riders saw the life in Liu Xia's hand and felt a numbness in their backs.

"Kill him first!"

A leader raised a long knife and issued an order.

At present, dozens of dead riders rushed towards Liu Xia.

Liu Xia was like a tiger going down the mountain, roaring at a dead horse rushing over and killing him.

The dead horse held a long knife and just fell on Liu Xia. Liu Xia did not dodge at all and let the steel knife fall.

"Touch"

With a muffled sound, the steel knife hit Liu Xia's shoulder, but Liu Xia's body just shook, and then a fingerprint hit the chest of the dead horse.

At present, the dead horse was blown out like a broken kite.

The dead riders around were stunned one after another. Their cultivation was above the martial arts. With a full blow, Liu Xia was not hurt at all. They all didn't believe in their eyes.

"Touch"

Two in a row, the two dead riders were instantly lifted into the distance, and immediately landed and vomited blood one after another.

Liu Xia was surrounded by people, and the killing rose. The people in his hand flew back and forth. In a blink of an eye, seven or eight people became forgotten under the sword.

At this time, as soon as Liu Xia looked up, she saw one of the generals pulling the long bow and shooting at Liu Xia with an arrow.

At this moment, Liu Xia turned over her fingerprints and disappeared in place in an instant.

Everyone around was stunned, but it was in this kung fu that Liu Xia suddenly appeared in front of a general, with two fingerprints and smashed the general's chest fiercely.

Suddenly, there was a scream, and the general was blown high in blood all over his body.

This blow was clean and neat, like thunder. Many monks around saw it and thundered one after another.

Suddenly, the monk's morale was greatly boosted.

At this moment, the antidote is constantly sent down the mountain, the disciples are constantly detoxified, and there are constantly people joining the battlefield.

There are only 5,000 dead riders, but with the disciples of Jian Yunzong here, the number of people gradually began to surpass each other.

Although the casualties were very heavy, the arrogant arrogance of the dead horse was suppressed and retreated.

At this time, a banner covering the sky appeared at the foot of the mountain. Liu Xia killed a dead horse and looked up. Unexpectedly, there were more than 700 people in Yunwu Villa. Suddenly, they rushed from the foot of the mountain to the dead horse.

Yunwu Villa is the closest to Jianyunzong. Obviously, it has long arrived under Jianyunzong. Because of Liu Xia's face, it is not in the crowd of the demon slaughter conference.

Now that I have received the war report, is there any reason why there is no reinforcement?

"There are reinforcements!!"

Among the fighting crowd, I didn't know that the man shouted first, and the monks in the fierce battle were suddenly refreshed.

At this moment, the monks who were ordered to surround Yunzong have not seen the signal of attacking the mountain for a long time. Now they are coming here from all directions. Seeing this tragic scene, they didn't ask anything, so they rushed directly into the battle group.

Then the seven sects began to send signals to nearby disciples to ask them to come for reinforcements.

More and more monks came to the Qianshan Mountain of Jianyunzong. Under the same time, the number of monks exceeded the number of dead riders in just a quarter of an hour.

This time, the scene was completely out of control.

The two gangs of people who were covered with blood were killed. At this moment, they were all red-eyed. Although the cultivation of those disciples was weak, there were three groups and five groups. When they saw the dead horse's pounced and hugged them, they didn't care about the morality and morality. Anyway, they could kill one more.

Some people fell into the pool of blood, and some people rushed into the regiment. Gradually, the five thousand dead horses were sniped outside the mountain gate of Jianyunzong and fell into the encirclement of the monks.

Liu Xia looked up and saw the dead riders in the regiment. She turned over the fingerprints, which was extremely lethal.

At that moment, Liu Xia roared and rushed to those spiritual practitioners.

Spiritual cultivation is weak. Once you get close to it, it is much better than martial arts.

Although they all have the protection of martial arts, in front of Liu Xia, as long as he is not a master, he is fearless.

At present, more than a dozen spiritual practitioners have become the dead souls under Liu Xia's knife. The dead riders around him are scared.

At this moment, Liu Xia is covered with blood. Naturally, these are the blood of the enemy. He has the royal dragon armor to protect his body. Can these dead riders really hurt him?

In the queue of dead riders, the killing went in and out, like a no-man's land, provoking the monks around them clapping their hands and shouting for cheering.

When these monks overcome their own fears, what if they are dead riders?

With more and more monks joining the regiment, the casualties of the dead riders began to soar. If they charge, these monks are invincible, but fighting alone, these dead riders are almost far away.

Sima Yuntu, who had been standing at the foot of the mountain to watch the battle, his face gradually became solemn, and the soldiers around him also sweated coldly.

With the power of the dead horse, he was beaten into this virtue by a group of mob, which was indeed beyond their expectations.

The monks on the battlefield are angry at this moment. Even the bravest monks seem to have changed into a person under the infection of blood.

Watching his companion fall, his heart was full of anger. In addition to killing the enemy, his mind was blank.

Liu Xia, who was on the first battlefield, the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, was completely released this time and killed in the crowd.

Lingwu's double rest, with artifacts to protect the body, who will compete with you?

"One hundred!"

"One hundred and one!"

"One hundred and two!"

Liu Xia waved the world and killed in and out in the crowd, covered with blood, like a demon king in the world.

Seeing the disciples on Yunzong Mountain, he couldn't help cheering for Liu Xia.

"One hundred and three!"

"One hundred and four!"

Almost every three seconds, an enemy died in Liu Xia's hand. At first, only a few people shouted in a low voice. Now, the disciples on the mountain shouted together.

The momentum is so powerful that no one can stop it.

Those dead riders felt a burst of fear of Liu Xia from their bones. One person killed more than a hundred dead riders. Even when they were rounding up the Dragon Scaly King, they had never suffered such a heavy loss.

When they heard the numbers keep climbing, their anger was also ignited.

More masters rushed to Liu Xia's side, but these were in vain. Those people turned into corpses in the next time.

The more others stand in their bodies, the more their spiritual power is consumed, while Liu Xia is more and more brave.

The powerful Demon Heart Sutra provides him with a steady stream of spiritual power. Not only has the spiritual power not been exhausted, but the spiritual power has been replenished to the limit in the body.

At this time, the red-eyed dead horse entangled more than 30 masters and rushed to Liu Xia from all directions in an instant, intending to kill Liu Xia here first.

Looking at the crowd rushing around, Liu Xia jumped directly into the sky. Suddenly, her whole head turned down and roared, "Cangsheng Jianyi!"

With a roar, the sky suddenly flashed with a dark green luster and fell on the ground.

Suddenly, two vines cracked from the ground in an instant, and then fragments of spores spread out.

When the dead riders saw the spore, they immediately burst back, but it was too late at this time.

In an instant, seven or eight unlucky dead horses were penetrated into the body by spores. Suddenly, their bodies burst, and countless green vines burst out from their bodies and wandered around.

It's just a breathing effort. More than 20 people were killed, and the rest kept running for their lives.

Those huge vines, like the giant hands of the gods, smashed down fiercely towards the people around them. For a moment, Liu Xia was surrounded by a mess.

Those dead riders who vowed to kill Liu Xia became fat in a blink of an eye and disappeared.

This is a fatal blow to the dead horse. At that time, when Liu Xia landed weakly, the dead horse around him avoided it one after another.

Liu Xia's spiritual power was exhausted. At that moment, she staggered under her feet. She stretched out her hand and stood on the ground. She looked up to the sky and roared, "Who dares to fight with me!"

At this moment, none of those dead riders dared to fight and retreated one after another.

Liu Xia is now covered with blood and a ferocious face. Standing there, like a demon king, no one dares to invade the edge.

The dead cavalry was in turmoil, and the morale of the monks was greatly boosted.

This encounter, which was originally very different in strength, now sees the hope of victory.

Under this stimulation, the monks killed more fiercely, and the army began to collapse and retreated.

At this time, Dabao, covered in blood, rushed over to help Liu Xia.

Dabao naturally knows that after Liu Xia uses this trick, her spiritual power is exhausted, and it takes time to replenish her spiritual power.

The two quickly retreated, and in a blink of an eye, Liu Xia returned to the mountain gate.

At that moment, he sat cross-legged, and the bright starry sky began to flash in front of him.

Sima Yuntu, who was watching the battle at the foot of the mountain, found that the situation seemed to be getting worse and worse. He frowned slightly and said with a gloomy face, "Take the old man's sword!"

At this time, an entourage took down a wooden box from his back. After opening it, lying quietly in it turned out to be Liu Xia's heavenly power.

Sima Yuntu took a deep breath, quietly grasped the hilt of Tianquan's sword, and couldn't help looking at Jian Yunzong.

In just a moment, Sima Yuntu disappeared in place. In a blink of an eye, he reached the middle of the mountain, held high the power of heaven, and opened the killing.

He is a master. He was originally a top master here, but now he has the power of heaven in his hand, which is even more unstoppable.

Although he did not know the secret of God's power and could not really use it, the power of God's power left a deep impression on him.

In his hands, this heavenly power is also invincible, much stronger than ordinary Xuan soldiers.

Suddenly, several masters died in his hands one after another.

The morale of the dead horse had already fallen to a low point, but now when he saw Sima Yuntu fighting in person, he was invincible, and his morale was suddenly boosted.

For a while, the situation on the battlefield was slowly reversed.

Liu Xia has just recovered part of her spiritual power. She opened her eyes and saw the situation below and became nervous.

The dead horse is a soldier, and he is an iron-blooded soldier. Even if morale reaches a low point, there is no sign of defeat.

And the monks who fight below are not soldiers after all. Once their morale is low, they are likely to be defeated.

Once defeated, today's battle will definitely be lost, and he immediately gritted his teeth and stood up.

He took a deep breath and looked at the battlefield below and said, "Brother, come with me to clean up that bastard."

Dabao nodded silently and put the dragon saberon on his body and said, "Okay, fight with him!"

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