The first person rushed up.

Mu Tian stabbed in front of the gun.

Puff!

Blood splattered, and the man's throat was penetrated.

"First!"

Two more people rushed over at the same time.

Xu Yi lowered his head and kept Mu Tian’s spear.

Two second-grade masters, blood holes emerged in their hearts, and blood flowed like a stream.

Xu Yi was besieged for the third time.

I don’t know how many swords and swords I have been cut off.

His mind was gradually becoming a little confused, and his only thought was to kill.

Kill until you can no longer kill.

The feet were already empty, but the hand holding Mu Tian Gun was as calm as a mountain.

A little cold light flashes, and one person will surely die.

The spear is like a dragon, bringing countless blood!

The battle is so fierce that it cannot be described in words.

There are several wounds on Xu Yi's back and hands that can see bones deep.

A piece of flesh on the shoulder was cut off!

At some point, Xu Yi's eyes became dazed.

His breathing was extremely heavy, and his heart seemed to be about to burst.

He forced himself to bite his tongue and barely wake up.

Xu Yi looked at the corpses under his feet and laughed loudly.

"You trash are not worthy of killing me! Cao Dingtian! Qin Su Lie! Yang Sai... Nine princes are waiting for me!"

Xu Yi jumped towards Xianyunjian.

As the wind whistled, Xu Yi's eyes turned dark and he fell into a coma.

Two hundred masters were scarred and stood on the edge of the cliff panting, looking down at the abyss covered by clouds, silent to each other.

On the ground, there were more than thirty corpses lying!

Three hundred masters besieged him, but he killed one hundred!

"Is he dead?"

"Must die!"

"The person who fell into the ghost stream never appeared again."

“It’s so scary…”

"Let's go back, news comes out, Xu Mutian is buried in the ghost sect."

Everyone was silent again.
Chapter completed!