As Tang San and Ma Hongjun left, a large piece of defense suddenly became empty.

Groups of pink girls drove straight into the center of the position!

The others are too scattered, and the number of pink girls is increasing, so they have no time to clone them.

Seeing dozens of pink girls rushing in, Zhao Wuji was ready to take action.

"Teacher Zhao, just look at Rongrong and Oscars. Their vision in the purple mist is too small, and it is difficult to assist others in fighting."

Seeing the blade holding the sword towards the gap, Zhao Wuji took back the steps he had just taken and laughed: "You kid, go with peace of mind!"

"Then I'll go."

The blade did not turn back and began to accumulate strength under his feet. He shook his head and smiled: "I hate fighting and killing the most."

There was an ordinary sword weapon on his right hand, which was the black iron he made himself.

Soul power blesses sword weapon.

One day's strength!

Two-day speed!

Three-day soul!

The moment before the blade was about to launch an attack, three colors shot out from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tower in Ning Rongrong's hand and fell on the blade.

The blade felt that there were three inexplicable forces in the body.

He still doesn't understand it and stay away from it.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

"Thank you."

Move your feet!

His whole body rushed towards the pink girl less than ten meters like a sharp arrow.

The first priority of group battles is to cause the greatest damage with the least strength!

So, the blade chooses to be close combat!

Soul power is poured into the blade and black iron!

In one confrontation, the two swords beheaded the six pink girls who rushed over!

Ning Rongrong and Oscar couldn't see what was happening there in the purple mist, and only heard various sharp weapons breaking their bodies, heavy objects landing on the ground, and a low roar...

But Flander, Zao Wuji, and Liu Erlong were all attracted by the attention.

There is one-sided killing!

There is no soul skill, no soul power fluctuation, no fancy, no soul power overflows!

Two sharp swords were waving in the blade's hand.

With one wave and one thorn, pink blood splattered and the corpse fell to the ground.

The blade kicked the corpse in front of him, and the three pink girls who rushed from the tree in front were knocked away by the flying corpse.

Backhand stab!

From the rear, a pink girl, who is more than seven hundred years old, has sprayed a purple mist.

The soul power broke away the purple mist in the form of vibration waves, and the blade pierced straight into the pink girl's hideous mouth...

shave!

A pink girl who rushed from the side split into two halves under the black iron sword.

The internal organs and blood spilled out...

Time gradually passes.

Zhu Zhuqing and others felt that the pressure was reduced sharply, but they didn't understand why for a while.

But it's always a good thing.

"Dean, what's wrong with you?" Ning Rongrong stared at the direction where the blade was heading with a very serious expression.

Flander waved his hand: "No worries, no worries."

Zhao Wuji's face was solemn: "Isn't this kid a little too scary, right?"

Liu Erlong covered his mouth and looked there with a dull look: "How could this child..."

The master said: "What happened?"

Flander smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "You will know when it's over."

Ning Rongrong and Oscar were worried when he looked at the blade. The footsteps coming from there were too messy, but no big news came.

Give people a strange feeling.

The corpses near the blade have long been formed.

Hundreds of pink girls with varying cultivation levels have just surrounded me.

The blade shook the swords in his hand, and the pink blood faded, one black and one white in his hand.

He looked at the pink man who was thinking layer after layer of the surroundings.

The hundreds of pink girls who gathered here did not get close to each other, and they were afraid that they would be ready to rush over, otherwise their clothes might be broken.

This is made of Tiansilk Ice Silk, worth hundreds of golden soul coins!

Forget it, it will take some soul power.

A moment of thinking determines the luxury.

He wants to use his big move!

Since joining the war, his soul power consumption has been at the lowest consumption state, and his soul power is still very full.

Zhao Wuji whispered to Flander, who was possessed by martial souls: "Do you want to take action?"

Flander stared at the quiet and weird place, shook his head for a moment: "Look at it again."

Liu Erlong pursed his lips and looked at the side where the blade was.

Ning Rongrong, Master and others were a little worried, and the direction of the blade suddenly became quiet.

"Flander, is there really no problem with Blade?" The master told Flander, who had already had soul power fluctuations.

"No problem yet." Flander said lightly after pushing four corners of his eyes.

His eyes never left the battlefield where the blade was.

On the other hand, Tang San and Ma Hongjun have already fought with the pink girl...

There was a lot of noise, and there was a howling explosion and howling when something exploded.

Zhao Wuji turned part of his attention there, and there was Flander here, so there would be no problem.

Ning Rongrong looked at the blade and stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

The roars of the whole family came from the mouth of the pink girl who surrounded the blade.

The sound of messy footsteps sounded.

Flander is ready to take action at any time.

"Teacher Erlong, what's wrong with Blade?" Ning Rongrong held Liu Erlong's hand anxiously and shook it.

Liu Erlong ignored her and his eyes were on the blade.

In that battlefield, there are at least seven pink girls of the millennium level!

Nearly a hundred soul beasts of five or six hundred years!

Even a level 60-level strong attack soul master may not be able to deal with it!

This kid, Blade...

She is also ready to take action.

The blade looked at the pink girls coming all over, and the black iron was put away.

He bent over and turned his blade in my hand, accumulating strength!

Be closer, denser...

Just as Flander and Liu Erlong stepped together to prepare to save people.

A deep purple soul ring rose from the feet of the blade!

The third soul skill - kill you scoundrels!!

The body rotates!

The sword turns with you!

Circles of cold light spread in all directions with the blade as the center...

Break!!!

The pink girl who ran towards the blade with a short legs was flexibly, no matter what kind of cultivation was, she was completely cut into two pieces!

Flander and Liu Erlong both stopped.

Is this his third soul skill?!

Although I heard the master mention it, it was extremely powerful, compared to seeing the entire hundred-year-old soul beasts fall down together, the impact on the soul of the two is not the same as the same thing!

"This soul skill is simply born for killing..." Flander murmured as he watched the blade stop and rotate, rushing towards several fish that had escaped the net.

"Or it means that every skill of this kid exists for killing." Zhao Wuji sighed.

"How did this kid live in the past?" Liu Erlong's eyes were full of shock and sadness.

This extreme killing skill is not explained by any talent.

The surroundings were empty, and Blade looked at his sticky pink blood in disgust.

On another battlefield, the pink girl felt something, let out a long roar, turned around and ran away.

Zhao Wuji had already stared at that side. With Tang San, Ma Hongjun might not have kept the soul beast that had been around for nearly five thousand years.

Martial soul possessed!

He rushed into the mist and headed towards the direction where the pink girl ran away...

Everyone who was still resisting found that the pink girls around him suddenly retreated, and they were confused for a moment, but they all retreated to where Flander and others were.

When Zhao Wuji looked back at a huge pink girl, everyone was all there.

Only the blade is missing.

Ning Rongrong said anxiously: "Why haven't that guy Blade returned yet?"

Liu Erlong patted her shoulder and said softly: "Don't worry, he's going to take a shower."

Just now, after pointing at them, the blade pointed at him and went further away to do something shameful.

"This guy is the most beautiful." Ning Rongrong curled his lips and muttered.

However, the worries in his eyes dissipated, and so did Zhu Zhuqing.

"Oscar, give it a pleasure." Zhao Wuji couldn't help but handed out a cold dagger with a cold light.

After taking it, Oscar trotted to the huge head of the dying pink girl who was beaten by Zao Wuji.

Following Zhao Wuji's guidance, he stabbed in and ended his life.

Xiao Wu looked away and watched them being killed and their soul rings were absorbed. It always felt sad when the rabbit died and the fox was sad.

Oscar sat cross-legged on the ground and began to absorb his fourth soul ring.

In the undispersed purple mist, another place.

The person who had already washed the blood on his body.

I was going to drag Tang San to deal with the pink girl leader, but I didn't expect the pink girl to surround me endlessly.

After smelling it, the blade frowned, and there was still a faint smell of blood...

never mind.

Wash it again.

I clean my body again with special medicine powder and put on new clothes, and smell it again. This time I'm much better.

Although there is a little bit of blood.

Going back from the tree and coming to the center when the battle hit me just now.

After glanced at the corpses all over the ground in the tree, he whispered: "Rest in peace."

Then he went back to the center to meet everyone.

He didn't spend much time taking a bath, and the purple mist had not yet dissipated.

Seeing him walking out of the purple mist, Ma Hongjun was startled: "Brother Dao, you scared me to death!"

"Be good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Daofeng shook his head with a smile.

"You guy, if you don't come back, I'd suspect you were eaten by the soul beast." Ning Rongrong turned his head and looked at the blade.

"I'm afraid I can't do it if I want to eat my soul beast for tens of thousands of years." Dao Feng smiled.

"Arrogant maniac."

Ning Rongrong completely let go of the heart held by him.

"Miss San, why are you looking at me like this? Is there blood on my face?"

Blade looked at Tang San in confusion.

Tang San shook his head and said nothing.

"Forget it, one or two are weird, I'll go and restore my soul power." Seeing Flander and others staring at him, Blade had no choice but to spread his hands and walk not far from Oscar to start restoring his soul power.

The purple gradually dissipated.

The camp was surrounded by white, and the yellow souls appeared with the corpses of a pink girl.

Ning Rongrong smiled and said to Zhu Zhuqing: "Zhuqing, you are so awesome. Judging from the density of the pink girl's corpse in your direction, you may have killed more than Boss Dai."

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head and said nothing.

Dai Mubai's face was not good-looking, and he killed more than Zhu Zhuqing, a shameless stinky woman?!

Tang San came to Xiao Wu and whispered: "Is it okay?"

Xiao Wu shook her head: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I'll go! What the hell!" Ma Hongjun's ghost scream suddenly exploded.

(The sharp-eyed readers must have found that I missed the purple mist has hallucination effect. Don’t spray it, just pretend it is not poisonous. This baby is so sad█??█●)
Chapter completed!