As soon as Xu Wuchen turned around and prepared to go straight to where Wang Churan and the others were, the three injured ninth-level Martial Saints came and surrounded them again.
Moreover, there are three ninth-grade Martial Saints rushing in from the surroundings. This is the opponent's new support.
A group of Martial Saints came directly, and the number was quite large. Originally, the Nine Guards had a slight advantage, but this advantage disappeared in an instant after the opponent's support arrived.
Instead, Jiuwei was in crisis.
On average, every Saint Realm will be hunted by two or three Martial Saint Realms from the opponent.
Not long after, the holy realms on the Nine Guards side began to fall.
It was a fifth-level Martial Saint. He was seriously injured, and then he was besieged by six Martial Saints at the same time. He was defeated and died miserably.
However, before this holy realm died, it still severely damaged the opponent's holy realm.
"fifteen!"
In the distance, several Nine Guards Saints roared angrily, their eyes were red, and their anger was rising.
They had a good relationship with the beheaded fifth-grade martial saint. If brothers, see each other die in front of their eyes, who can not be angry.
The battle between the two sides became more and more intense. It was a life-and-death struggle. Every moment, blood splattered in the sky.
Below, up and down the city walls, life and death fights were everywhere.
Both sides are already furious. This is a battle that is either your death or my death.
Wang Churan and others were also under tremendous pressure. Facing the attack of a powerful man from the Holy Realm, she immediately grabbed her pendant, then injected spiritual power into it and activated it violently.
boom!
In an instant, a dazzling beam of light shot up from the pendant in Wang Churan's hand.
That beam of light is like a spear, capable of tearing apart the sky in an instant and stabbing directly at the opponent.
puff!
The spear formed by the light pillar directly pierced the big hand, and the spiritual light exploded inch by inch, and rumbling sounds continued to erupt in the void, like dense thunder.
There was blood rain falling from the sky, but the blood rain was mixed with traces of powerful spiritual energy.
After all, the other party was a monk in the holy realm, and his blood contained a strong aura of spiritual power.
"Walk!"
After Wang Churan performed this attack, her face suddenly turned pale, and she even spat out a mouthful of blood. Her already pale face became even paler.
Even though this was the case, she still pushed Su Qiye, hoping to make Su Qiye escape from here quickly.
After breaking through the big hand of the Holy Realm, the sense of oppression on everyone's body suddenly dissipated a lot, and there was a feeling of relief in an instant.
But this was only for a moment. When the holy realm takes action again, everyone will still feel the terrifying sense of oppression.
"Boss, leave quickly!" Knife Man and the others also rushed over at this time, trying to pull Su Qiye away.
The swordsman and the crossbow man pulled Wang Churan and prepared to escape.
However, Su Qiye stood there, facing the shouts of the sword man and the spear man, his expression was calm.
"Stay back!" Su Qiye said calmly, but the coldness in his eyes became stronger.
He even wanted to escape from a Martial Saint realm with their strength, which was almost impossible.
It is almost impossible to escape when being targeted by a Martial Saint Realm opponent.
There is only one way, and that is to fight to the death!
"Boss, you..." Sword Man and the others saw Su Qiye walking forward, and his aura began to rise. They were suddenly startled, and they all understood what Su Qiye was going to do.
"Hurry up!" Wang Churan's face was pale and she said anxiously. She once again clenched the pendant in her hand, preparing to continue to push it.
Although she knew that Su Qiye had always been defiant and extremely talented, he was only in the fourth-level Martial Emperor realm after all, and it was almost impossible to face a third-level Martial Saint.
Even though Su Qiye had gone against the realm to kill the enemy before the Martial Emperor, the gap between the Holy Realm and the Holy Realm was very big.
"Are you willing to die?" Su Qiye held down Wang Churan's hand that was holding the pendant tightly. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were complicated.
Wang Churan wanted to speak, but Su Qiye interrupted her first.
"Do you think we can still leave now?" Su Qiye said.
At this time, the terrifying fluctuations in the sky sounded again.
"court death!"
Two terrifying sounds like thunder sounded. The Martial Saint of the Scarlet Flame Dynasty became angry. A hole was pierced in his right hand and it was also blown to pieces.
At this time, this guy's right hand was still dripping with blood, and you could still see broken flesh and blood, and even white bones, which was very miserable.
I saw this guy punching the city wall with his left hand. The endless spiritual power gathered in an instant and condensed into a huge fist seal.
The surrounding spiritual energy was stirred up, as if a storm had rolled up.
Su Qiye raised his head and stared at the sky. Facing the terrifying fist light that was about to fall, the vast sword energy in his body was intertwining fiercely.
Even the Jue Tian Divine Sword began to shine with a dazzling light, vibrating there, as if it would rush out of the sword sea at any time.
"This time, I want to kill the saint!" Su Qiye's eyes gradually became determined, and his eyes became cold and full of cold light.
I saw that Su Qiye stepped forward with his left foot, and the Chixiao Sword in his right hand swallowed three feet of red clouds, and a series of dull dragon roars gradually spread.
Everyone around them felt what was going on behind the scenes, and they all showed shocked expressions.
"Is this the roar of a dragon?"
Some people were surprised, and their eyes were widened, feeling that it was too incredible.
However, before they could react, Su Qiye slammed his right foot on the ground, and like an arrow from a string, it shot straight into the sky.
There was a layer of red clouds all over the body, as if the whole thing was shrouded in firelight. Su Qiye's appearance was completely unclear, and only a slight outline could be seen.
"Boss, is this the fourth-level Martial Emperor Realm? Why do I feel like he is in the Holy Realm!" At this time, the swordsman couldn't help but muttered.
Then everyone looked at each other and looked at each other. Everyone felt that it was too shocking.
Su Qiye grew up too fast, giving them shocks one after another.
Anyway, every shock will be very strong!
"Is he really going to kill the saint this time?" Mo Wuchen couldn't help but muttered and swallowed secretly.
If this is really the case, then Su Qiye has definitely set a new record and can be ranked among the best among the entire Martial Emperor Realm monks.
You know, Su Qiye is only at the fourth level of the Martial Emperor Realm. What kind of strength will he have if he breaks through to the peak of the Martial Emperor?
Thinking of this, Mo Wuchen didn't dare to think any more.
"You're just an ant, you dare to compete with me, you'll die!" Above the sky, the martial saint who took action cursed angrily, his eyes shot out two rays of fire, full of condensed anger.
