"Me?" Shen Batian never thought so. She was not a person who forgot her roots. She emphasized in her heart for a while: "Whether it is a human or a dragon clan, my task is to make a machete and cut off all obstacles on the way."

"Really? Do you really have so many worries in your heart when you have practiced to this level? Think clearly about why you live, otherwise you will still die if you survive, because living is not very meaningful to you."

"Hahaha, I don't believe it!" Shen Batian struggled hard.

Jing Quan concentrated slightly and exclaimed: "What a sensitive child, have you discovered it? My husband and I want to besiege these enemies." If someone else said such words, people would be overwhelmed by laughing when they heard them. The two of them besieged the Heiteng Pavilion Army? Oh my God! What a arrogant remark, but it is really not a problem for Zhou Lie's family!

Even Shen Batian felt that it was reasonable and that her teacher was in danger!

The big knife condensed in the Bose world exploded!

Big explosion!

The fragments of sword energy flew through the sky with strands of sword energy. No one could guarantee that they were lucky enough to escape just like fireworks blooming.

The monks of the Black Teng Pavilion were incredible.

Their eyes were filled with light, and their thoughts ended at this moment, and they were extremely unwilling to accept it.

It would be strange if you could be willing to do so! Everyone walked all the way with great momentum, and wanted to find Jing Quan immediately. I thought that her condition was very bad, so they should let them rub it.

As a result, this person hadn't seen it yet! A blade light flew over and beat the Black Vine Pavilion army to a huge splash.

No matter whether you are under control or the elites with black vines wrapped around your arms, you will be suppressed.

It's so frustrating. The treasures in the pocket and the means of exchanging people are not available. Anyway, it's just a quick one.

The martial arts of the world are only fast and fast. This sudden attack exceeded everyone's imagination, including the Lord of the Hei Teng Pavilion.

Such a sharp blade, such a heavy treasure, and powerful, how can it be destroyed just by saying it is destroyed?

But Zhou Lie and Jing Quan's parents-in-law did it, and they burst out the treasure without blinking. This is really not worthwhile.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you sell such a treasure, the wealth you receive will be enough to invite powerful sects to take action, and you can even form an alliance with many powerful monks in the hundreds of schools. It is a pity to destroy it like this.

"What a Zhou Lie, I'm not tired of external things. I can't do this alone!" The head of the Heideng Pavilion clenched his fists and focused his eyes on Shen Batian.

The golden horn has already revealed the mystery, so the Pavilion Master knows that the problem is very difficult. This God Batian is controlled by Jing Quan and seems to be comprehension of the way of reality and reality. If she really understands it, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Brothers, give me this stinky girl a precept on the spot!" Before the Lord of Heiteng Pavilion finished speaking, a sudden tremor came from his side, and a little blood splashed out and dripped on his body, which was shocking.

"Not good, strengthen the defense quickly."

"Damn it, do you see clearly what's attacking us?"

"I didn't see clearly, it was too fast."

As dozens of monks shouted, they saw the face of the Holy King of the Northern Demon Road froze, and then they flew out and stirred into twists in the air.

The "twig" made a puff sound, and then it completely exploded, with bones, intestines and other things flying everywhere. Any monk who saw this scene could no longer care about the injuries on his body, and stayed silently and felt a chill of bones.

A layer of blood mist swelled on the battlefield, and the solemn aura was so strong that it seemed to condense into substance. No matter how good the cultivation level was, I felt extremely nervous at this moment, afraid that the hand of the Death God would twist it into a twist.

"Who?" The Lord of Heiteng Pavilion hurriedly turned around and saw a afterimage left in the same place. The person had no idea where he had gone.

Suddenly, the sound of iron hoofs sounded from afar, and the army seemed to be approaching.

"Who?"

"Hehe, the one who took your dog's life."

Two generals put on their helmets and armor, leading a million troops to roar. The sound of weapons colliding, ding-and-double sparks splashing out, reflecting dull faces.

"See it! There are only two enemies, and the other terracotta warriors are suspected to be ancestral spirits! But how is this possible? Millions of ancestral spirits, this..." The killing came, no matter how many of these million troops were real, there were many top-grade terracotta warriors, and it was not a joke to start.

Even if these ancestral spirits are in a strange state and cannot exert their full strength, they are not afraid of death and will rush up with one force to kill. This alone will be ineffective!

"Kill! Kill all these ghosts and miscellaneous!"

Although the monks of Heiteng Pavilion have suffered heavy damage, they have really cultivated many talents over the years. So what about millions of ancestor spirits? You will have to kill them for a long time if you stand there!

The army fights doesn't matter. No matter how tragic it is, it's just mutual consumption! What really makes the Lord of Heiteng Pavilion worry is that the Saint King of the North Demon Road died too quickly, and that is the Saint King! He didn't even have a trace of power to fight back. Just imagine who else can do it except Old Demon Zhou?

At this moment, the Jingquan floated.

The enemies were particularly jealous when they met. The Saint Kings of the Black Teng Pavilion rushed up, fighting to the darkness, the sun and the moon were dull, all of which were secret techniques and unique skills. Each attack brought ordinary monks' inability to measure the mystery, and it was even more radiant with Taoist rhymes, and the colorful purples were so gorgeous.

Seeing the enemy's power, Jingquan stood up with his pupils, and his proud artistic conception made people feel heart-shaking.

This is really a man who is as good as a man, how can he have such heroic spirit? One by one, one sword, and one sword, which encourages the sword to form the ultimate sword state.

"I don't believe that you can suppress so many of us alone?" Jing Quan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the next moment he came out his palm and brought out his sword energy, and the blue light washed out.

Swords! There are swords everywhere! They grow like crystal clusters.

The nearby monks were suddenly raised and inserted into the crystal cluster, and blood gushed rapidly.

"Not good! Witch, you are absorbing our lives..."

"What is that?" The monks of Hei Teng Pavilion felt that no matter how strong Jingquan was, after all, they would never lose if they were put here. Unexpectedly, dust smoke suddenly surged from afar, and then waves of darkness swept across.

It was too late to escape at this time. The master was pinned by Jing Quan and the elite were dragged by millions of ancestor spirits. The army was ineffective for a while.

The darkness swept over, and everyone saw clearly that it was a giant with three heads and six arms!

"Damn, look at the giant's forehead. This silver sharp horn looks familiar! It looks like a dog's chewing!"

"It's Yinjiao! Tianshao, has this guy merged with Yinjiao?"

The demonic energy intertwined with the darkness, and with just one punch, it made the huge body shrink by half! Another punch targeted the Lord of the Heideng Pavilion, and killed all the powerful force of the great god.

"Damn it! I encountered the remains of Silver Horn before, and I should have destroyed it.
Chapter completed!