I have been working hard to survive for so long.
They exploded with strength far beyond their own strength.
More than ten times or a hundred times.
But still can't win?
Feng Ziluan's hand suddenly fell from the air!
"Except for him, shoot to death!"
Her eyes became sinister and evil.
"Today, I will use everyone's blood to dye the earth under my feet red!"
Her tone was extremely sinister.
After being hurt by Jun Aohan's cold tone, she went completely crazy!
Even if she uses the blood of everyone on the continent to pay tribute, she will not hesitate!
"Today, I will fight with these egg bastards!"
Xuan Guang, who had only one arm left, waved the weapon again!
Behind him, there were Lin Qingxuan and Yu Gu who were covered in blood and had just experienced a bloody battle and came desperately...
"Haha, we old guys, who have lived for hundreds of years, have already lived enough to be able to die together with the strong saints. In the future, we can also show off with those old guys when we are under Jiuquan! "
Behind them, there are many disciples.
Including Mo Ziqing, Gongshu Duan, Nalan Yu and others...
The expressions on these people's faces were either childish or nervous.
However, no one was afraid.
Everyone knows in their hearts that today's battle has reached this point.
Then, the only option is to fight to the death!
"kill!"
Hundreds of saints, after Feng Ziluan gave an order, waved their weapons and charged forward in a mighty manner.
And Jun Aohan was the first to bear the brunt!
"Let me help him..."
Ye Qingli pulled out the Tianhuang Sword and rushed over.
However, as soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy.
Then, she was firmly held down by Shen Qingfeng.
"Your injuries are not healed. If you try to fight with others again, you will die without resurrecting!"
"Sooner or later, I will die. Do I still have a chance to live a harsh life?"
Ye Qingli smiled faintly.
She quickly took out a pill from her arms and stuffed it into her mouth.
Then, a strange blush suddenly appeared on the pale face.
The purple and gold armor appeared on her body.
Then, she drew the Tianhuang Sword and charged away again!
"boom!"
Mo Ziqing was slashed hard on his right shoulder by a holy master, and he was bleeding profusely.
Just when he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, a sky-covering flame rolled across the sky.
Then, directly burn the saint-level powerhouse to ashes!
"Boss..."
Mo Ziqing shouted hoarsely.
"I almost thought I would never see you again."
"Can you still get up?"
Ye Qingli glanced at him.
"Of course!"
Mo Ziqing jumped up!
He grabbed his severed arm and threw it far away!
Then, grab the weapon in your hand again!
"As long as I follow the boss, I won't frown even if I go up the mountain of knives or into the sea of fire!"
"kill!"
He shouted and rushed into the battle group again!
There was a scuffle all around.
Jun Aohan took over 70% of the opponent's offensive with just one person!
His figure criss-crossed the field like a swimming dragon.
Swords are everywhere.
Just take away a lot of life.
The look on his face was as cold as death.
Harvesting the opponent's life unscrupulously.
Feng Ziluan stood in the air, her eyes twitching as she watched.
This man really exceeded her expectations time and time again.
Three years.
It’s just three years since we last met!
