"Haha, my Bagua imprisonment is so powerful!" Wanzhou finally let out a sigh of relief.
The other four people were speechless, but the more they cooperated, the better they understood each other. The hungry wolf's corpse was still falling freely in the air, and the eight people from Cleaning Hall 3 had already flown towards the chaos.
"Capture the thief first! Capture the king first!" Zhang Mo shouted.
"Damn, that's a 'Seventh Level Yellow Level'!" Wanzhou felt it was too much and drifted away, "You can't even interfere with half a breath, no, even a tenth of a breath."
"There is still Tiger, don't be afraid"
Han Biao knocked back his opponent and took two steps back. He was really shocked. The moment he saw the five people flying towards him, he began to doubt his life.
"Cao, what's going on?!" The four people in Liuyun Mountain are now at the end of their battles. They will die in a few more rounds, and he is also spending a lot of money. It will be difficult to deal with another group of fresh troops at this time.
"Kill", the five-person team did not answer, scrambled to be the first, and broke out!
"Bagua is imprisoned!"
Qiankun Kanli's hexagrams were filled with green light, and icy cold air was compressed from all directions.
"Draw the ground as a prison!"
A circle of light formed with Han Biao as the center, shrinking rapidly.
"Meteor hammer!"
He Cao threw it out with all his strength and was unstoppable.
Although a few people working together are powerful, they are facing the 'Seventh Level Yellow Level' realm, and at this moment, everyone has truly seen the ability of high-level experts to press against the box.
The seemingly unstoppable attack carrying wind and thunder didn't reach him, Han Biao shouted wildly, and his body suddenly shrunk. The sudden shrinking of his body left him enough time and space, and the vitality all over his body spurted out. Instantly turned into black energy, his right hand stretched out from the black energy, and his five fingers circled in the air, pointing like the wind, pointing wherever the palm passed, and with himself as the center, a black vortex was drawn out in an instant.
Once this vortex is formed, it spins endlessly, forming a rapidly rotating air vortex.
The attacks of several people came suddenly and collided with the extremely fast rotating vortex, which seemed to be an unstoppable force. However, at the moment of the collision, except for Xiao Xiaorui who let out a "hiss" in mid-air. Apart from Xiao Pokong, there was no sound at all.
I saw that the whirlpool was compressed by three feet by the combined attacks of several people. However, within this three-foot distance, all the offensive efforts of several people were exhausted, and they were unable to take another step forward. Not only that, the black vortex began to counterattack.
Several people's faces turned pale. Han Biao's face flashed with black light and he shouted angrily. He spent a lot of money to kill a few first!
With a move of five fingers, the vortex ascended to the peak of time and summoned several figures in the air.
"Escape!" Zhang Mo typed the word "escape" from the scripture.
He felt that the masters of the 'Seventh Level of Yellow Level' defended with all their strength, concentrated their concentration, and the scriptures that forcibly influenced the will may not necessarily work. It was better to go with the flow and make him have no intention to fight. Even if there was a trace of escape in his heart, he was afraid of death and the situation was unfavorable, so he should conserve his strength. The idea that the scripture with the word "escape" will work!
Han Biao was in a daze. He had consumed a lot and was about to reach the end of his strength. He didn't have the upper hand now and kept the green hills. He was not afraid of running out of firewood, so he ran away first. The vortex was affected by his spirit, and its rotation speed and strength instantly dropped.
No, running away will result in the death penalty from the Holy Cult!
The black vortex rotated rapidly again.
You might die if you don't run away!
The rotation speed started to decrease again.
"A God-sent opportunity!"
When Han Biao hesitated, the eyes of the senior brother from Hu Bentang who was fighting against him lit up. The long sword in his hand flashed with brilliance. With a loud shout, he burst out with twelve points of vitality. He and his sword merged into one, and they rushed straight away.
Han Biao had a look of pain in his eyes, "escape" or fight?
This is the first time in my life that I am so hesitant!
"Ah" he was a little crazy and helpless. With a roar, the whirlpool suddenly hit the long sword of the Huben member in the melancholy.
But the opportunity has been lost. This person from Huben Hall is also a "Seventh Level Huang Rank". Fortunately, he was besieged before and his energy was greatly depleted. This is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How can we not fight to the death?
"hiss"
The two were at loggerheads.
"Kill" Zhang Mo shouted.
The cleaning of the Hall of Five broke out at the same time.
"Bagua is imprisoned!"
"Draw the ground as a prison!"
"Meteor hammer!"
"Wind Slash!"
"A bunch of bastards!" Han Biao was furious, his face flashing with black energy.
Zhang Mo's forehead throbbed, and he had a severe headache. He continued to use scriptures on high-level experts. The pressure on his soul was huge, giving him a splitting headache. He endured it, and when he saw a glimmer of opportunity, a scripture appeared.
"slow!"
Han Biao's black vortex was about to expand, but suddenly, his movements slowed down.
Huben's senior brother used all his strength to thrust the sword forward.
"Pfft"
The long sword pierced the center of the whirlpool!
Han Biao opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire face turned black, but his eyes turned red. The vortex expanded a bit more, blocking the beam of light and the shining hexagram. He grabbed the meteor hammer that hit first with his left hand, and quickly took out a red ball with his right hand. The pill is swallowed into the mouth.
"Bloodthirsty Pill!"
The bloodthirsty pill that stimulates the body's potential is an absolute first-aid pill on the battlefield. It takes effect instantly when put into the stomach.
"vomit!"
Zhang Mo’s scripture broke out!
Han Biao was really at the end of his strength at this time. He was instantly affected by the scriptures. He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. A burst of air rose from his stomach. He opened his mouth and spit out the pills.
"puff!"
The long sword pierced the whirlpool and inserted into his chest.
"puff!"
Ni Shou cut off his head with his sword.
His head was spinning in mid-air, and he actually saw his own body falling from the air.
"Did I die in the hands of a bunch of bastards?......"
Zhang Mo was kneeling on the ground, holding his head, his face pale and breathing heavily.
With Han Biao's death in battle, the situation reversed instantly.
The remaining three members of the 'Western Holy Cult' looked at each other.
"Zhahu!"
"Wind tight"
"Walk!"
"Wind Slash"
"Bagua Confinement"
"Damn, they're all dead... I haven't used the painting as a prison yet..."
"Made, my meteor hammer was empty. Is there anyone left?"
This is the difference between a cult and a sect. Once the leader dies, they will immediately disperse. If the three of them fight to the death, it will definitely be difficult for the members of the Autumn Hunting Team. However, the three of them just run away like crazy. It is too easy to kill three people who have no fighting spirit.
In the valley, the four members of Hubentang were all injured. When they were tired, they collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
They all sat on the ground after a fierce battle to clean the three halls, which was also exhausting.
The man who stabbed Han Biao to death struggled to sit up and said, "Junior brothers, thank you very much. Which class are you in? What are your names?"
Ni Shou leaned against a big tree, took a breath, and introduced: "We are cleaning Hall 3. My name is Ni Shou. These are He Cao, Zhang Mo, Wan Zhou, and Duanmu Zongchang. Where are you, senior brothers?"
The man said: "We are from Huben Hall 11, my name is Yan Nan, and these are Feng Zhao, Ma Liang, and Zhang Guohao." Then he spat out the blood, and with his fingers trembling slightly, he pointed at the two bodies on the ground wearing Liuyun clothes. The corpse in Shan's clothing said with deep pain in his voice and a sad look on his face: "Oh, it's a pity that these two people were rare cultivators, but now they died in Heifeng Valley. .”
The sadness on Yan Nan's face made Zhang Mo understand the cruelty of war even more.
"Hmph, I didn't expect the Xixie gang members to be so rampant this time!" Feng Zhao, a tall and thin man, said angrily.
"This time when the evil party attacks, we must be prepared. It looks like it will be a tough battle," Zhang Guohao said, "We need to discuss what the next step should be."
"Who among your three deacons is the deacon?" Ma Liang asked.
He Cao and others looked at Zhang Mo. Zhang Mo struggled to sit up and said, "It's me."
"You guys are pretty good, you use the weak to fight the strong, divide and defeat them one by one, your tactical skills are very high!" Yan Nan gasped and praised sincerely.
Feng Zhao's face turned pale, he supported a big tree and said: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Quickly collect the loot and move it to another place. We need to repair and heal the wounds."
Everyone nodded, cheered up, dragged their tired bodies, searched all the magic weapons and personal belongings of the cult members, and quickly moved to the location.
