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Boom boom boom!
On the battlefield, sounds and explosions occurred one after another. The thirty-sixth generation leader of the Holy Fire Sect and the Nether Messengers were fighting in full swing and happily.
This group of old monsters, who have been depressed for at least a hundred years, are able to move their muscles and bones again. They are really like a group of children, jumping around and having fun.
At this time, with a loud noise in a remote corner, the thirty-seventh generation leader, Ouyang Feiying, had half of his head blown off by the opponent, but he also took advantage of the situation and put a palm full of flames through the opponent's head. His chest was burning.
In normal times, this would definitely be the result of dying together, but unfortunately, now that Ouyang Feiying is already dead, there is no such thing as dying again.
?Kerala!
The dust on the ground floated up slowly and slowly flew to Ouyang Feiying's head, quickly replacing the half of his missing face. The Nether Messenger opposite was dumbfounded, gritting his teeth, his eyes full of grief, anger and unwillingness.
"Are you surprised or surprised?"
Glancing at the other party with an evil smile, Ouyang Feiying said proudly: "I died a hundred years ago, and this body is made of dirt now. I will kill you together with you, and you will follow me." We both choose to perish together. But if I can afford to pay, can you afford to pay? If my head is broken, a handful of soil can repair it. If your heart is broken, what can you use to repair it?"
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Without speaking, the other party just stared at him angrily, spitting blood from his mouth.
"idiot!"
Ouyang Feiying curled his lips in disdain, and finally Ouyang Feiying's arm shook, and the opponent's entire body immediately exploded and turned into a fireball.
The other two Nether Messengers not far away were horrified when they saw this. They all ran over and shouted: "These old monsters are all flesh bodies condensed from earth-level earth attribute elements. Use earth-level gold elements and wood elements to deal with them." ."
"The tenth-grade top-level wood magic spell, rain of poisonous thorns."
"The eleventh-grade top metal spell, the Purple Gold Demon!"
Swish, swish, swish
To put it, the two have gone out their life.
In an instant, countless thorns sprouted from the ground and snaked towards Ouyang Feiying; clouds of purple poisonous mist suddenly appeared in the sky, covering Ouyang Feiying's whole body.
Ouyang Feiying shook his head with a smile, with deep contempt flashing in his eyes: "Brothers, don't underestimate the strength of my former leader of the Holy Fire Cult. Although my body is made of earth-level soil, I use fire, and one of you uses wood, and the other uses gold, and they all fell into my hands, hehehehe."
"The twelfth-grade elementary magic spell fills the sky with fire clouds!"
Boom!
There was a loud noise, and the terrifying flames immediately spread like a tide with Ouyang Feiying as the center, and instantly submerged everything in it.
The poisonous mist and thorns of the two people were also wiped out in an instant. Including themselves, they were also trembled by the raging fire. Their whole bodies were burning, and their spiritual energy was being consumed in large quantities. They maintained the protective spiritual energy to avoid being burned by the flames. Devour.
But before they could evacuate the area, a fire shadow suddenly flashed past, waving his hands: "Flame Serial Gun!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh
The hot flame spears shot the two people into sieves in an instant.
When everything calmed down, Ouyang Feiying stood behind the two of them with a proud look on his face. The two men convulsed violently and fell to the ground, their bodies completely reduced to charcoal.
Looking at this scene, and then looking at the rest of the places, the valiant and heroic postures of the former leaders, Poison King and other protective Dharma kings couldn't help but look proud.
This is the heroic fighting posture of the previous sect leaders. It is simply too awesome. They are worthy of being the ancestors of our Holy Fire Sect.
The other martial arts comrades were also stunned by the strength of these forefathers of the Holy Fire Sect.
They are indeed the ancestors of the greatest religion in the world.
However, just a moment after everyone's hopes were raised, they heard muffled bangs and bangs, and the bodies of the former leaders exploded and turned into ashes, leaving only a shadow floating in the air. .
"Hey, what's going on? Where is my body?"
Just when Ouyang Feiying was getting ready to fight, he suddenly felt that his body was weak and he had no source of power. He couldn't help but wonder: "No way, has something happened to Xiao Sanba? Or is he supplying us with too much energy and we can't hold on anymore?" "
Thinking like this, Ouyang Feiying looked into the air and saw Yang Feng's body heading towardsHe looked down, as if he was injured, and couldn't help but become more suspicious.
how can that be possible? He actually lost?
"Holy Ancestor, what should we do? Should we fight?"
Ouyang Feiying scratched his head and asked the Holy Ancestor who had also turned into a shadow not far away. Regarding this question, the other sect leaders all looked at him with inquiring eyes.
The Holy Ancestor took a puff of the transformed Chinese cigarette, curled his lips impatiently and said, "What a fart, do you want to exhaust your soul power and disappear into thin air like that guy Hun Tianfang? But they are I've thought about it and went to accompany my son. What's wrong with you, why do you want to end your life here? Pull out and call it a day!"
With a command, thirty-six phantoms turned into fire again, all flew into Yang Feng's body and disappeared.
Yang Feng¡¯s body hit the ground, like a meteor, creating a huge crater in the earth.
When everyone in the Nether Palace saw this, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they laughed and said: "The monster from the Holy Fire Cult was defeated, his magic failed, and all the old monsters he summoned were gone. Look at these ants. Is there any other way to escape from our grasp, Jie Jie Jie!"
"What to do, Master Yang"
??The people in the martial arts world frowned and their expressions became heavy again, including Mo Gaofeng, the master of the Three Ultimate Skills.
Although the ancestors of the Holy Fire Sect had just appeared and killed many masters of the Netherworld Palace, now with the remaining strength of the other party, they are still no match for them.
Without the help of a peerless master like Yang Feng, they would not be able to do anything to any of these demons.
Deep uneasiness and fear once again pervaded everyone's hearts.
At this moment, the only wish in the hearts of everyone present in the martial arts world is that Yang Feng can stand up again and protect them from the clutches of Netherworld Palace.
In the cloud sky, a black shadow flashed across the sky, and came to Qiu Xiaotian with a face full of surprise. He bowed and said: "Congratulations, Lord, for finally defeating this lifelong enemy. Now these martial arts righteous people are our turtles in the jar, Jie Jie Jie." .¡±
"Withdraw!"
Without too much nonsense, Qiu Xiaotian has decided on the right path.
The man was stunned for a moment, not knowing why: "Lord, what did you say? Withdraw? Why? We clearly"
"Withdraw!"
Qiu Xiaotian roared again, almost roaring.
The current situation seems to be beneficial to Nether Palace, but only Qiu Xiaotian knows in his heart that this was planned by Yang Feng. If they withdraw, the following people will be grateful to Yang Feng and loyal to Yang Feng. They will follow Yang Feng's will and become his assistant and be used by him. This is what makes Qiu Xiaotian the most unhappy and most shameful.
But he knew better that if they persisted and fought to the death with Yang Feng, none of them would survive.
Therefore, between the two options of suffering a hidden loss, saving face, or insisting on losing face, and finally losing all the capital, Qiu Xiaotian chose the former.
Although he lost with both options, at least the former didn¡¯t cost him too much.
The deputy behind him didn't know about this, but since the boss had spoken, that person could only act according to the order and shouted: "All Nether Palace envoys obey the order and withdraw!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel .com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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