However, Yi Tong still didn't panic.
He knew that his task had been completed.
Although there is still some distance from Xue Shao, being able to kill an enemy general in the Wanjun can barely change the view of the Great Wilderness.
More importantly, Yi Tong is not fighting alone.
There are many disciples of Heng Zongdao behind him.
As a person in Hengzongdao's position second only to Qiao Huaixi, protecting Yi Tong's safety is naturally what every Hengzongdao disciple should do.
Seeing that Yi Tong was in trouble, these disciples immediately left the large army and moved closer to where he was.
Seeing the distance between the two parties getting closer and closer, Yi Tong was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the sudden change occurred.
Those Hengzongdao disciples who rushed towards Yi Tong fell one by one, their expressions were very painful, blood poured out from the seven orifices, and after falling to the ground, they struggled for a while and died completely.
Yi Tong was dumbfounded.
What a terrible lethality this is.
The point is, who is the killer
Yi Tong only felt the murderous aura, but did not catch the shadow of the murderer.
He had actually guessed who it was in his heart.
Only one of the barbarians can do so many Heng Zong Dao disciples in a short time.
Feng Jianche!
The young master of the Demon Sect, the representative of the Demon Sect in the world.
But where is he
Yi Tong looked around while running, and at the same time clasped a rune in his hands.
As long as he saw the shadow of Feng Jianche, he would throw out the rune without hesitation.
But Feng Jianche was really like the same wind, with no shadow at all.
Yi Tong was a little panicked.
The enemy without a trace is a bit scary.
Suddenly, Yi Tong felt a murderous aura coming from behind, and he threw the rune out of his hand before he could even think about it.
The result was empty.
"Successful!"
Yi Tong roared in his heart, it was too late to react.
A leg enlarged rapidly in front of his eyes.
Yi Tong gave up resistance.
And he couldn't resist.
The only thing that can be done is to accept death frankly.
When this leg was about to kick Yi Tong's head, a shock of thunder fell from the sky and hit this leg impartially.
The owner of the leg immediately withdrew.
A round pit with a diameter of more than one meter and a depth of more than half a meter was left on the ground, and a few green smoke was still blowing.
Yi Tong flew out with vomiting blood.
That Dao Lei didn’t actually want to
He, at least the original intention of the person who used this thunder was not to save Yi Tong, but to stop Feng Jianche.
Therefore, Yi Tong was also affected by Thunder and Yuwei.
Yi Tong, who was at the end of the crossbow, could still withstand such an impact there. He vomited blood on the spot and flew upside down. After falling to the ground, there was no movement for a long time, as if he had died.
The disciples of Heng Zongdao rushed over, and only after a careful examination did they breathe a sigh of relief.
Not dead, just fainted.
On the other side, Feng Jianche, who was forced to retreat by the thunder, was in bad condition.
The left leg that attacked Yi Tong just now was struck by thunder. At this moment, it was numb and painful, and he could barely touch the ground. As a result, he could only touch the ground with one foot, and his body shape was affected and a little swayed.
However, Feng Jianche could not stop, because the thunder was still continuing.
This thunder is also very interesting, its purpose is extremely clear, that is, the wind is clear.
Everything on the battlefield has nothing to do with this thunder, or the person who uses this thunder does not care about the lives of other people.
In his eyes, only Feng Jianche.
Feng Jianche looked into the distance.
There is a dirt bag there.
On the soil bag stood a man in a Taoist robe, carrying a sword.
Feng Jianche's pupils shrank rapidly.
It really was him.
The world representative of Zhiyueguan, Wu You.
Only he would be so proud and disdain to attack other barbarian fighters.
Feng Jianche closed his eyes and exhaled, and then ran wildly again.
Shocking thunder also appeared again, chasing Feng Jianche to bite.
At the same time, the cavalry that had attacked the gods had already broken through the defense line of Chu State.
At this moment, in front of them, it can be said that they are basically undefended.
Feng Xie, the priest of the giant gate, also stepped out of his own way.
It's time for him to play.
The strength of the priests of Fengxie is not considered to be a challenge among the six great priests of the temple. It is only stronger than the priest Liumu of Kaiyang. It cannot be compared with the priests of the broken army and the priests of the seven kills. He is not very good at fighting. It's not always possible.
Fengxie can sit firmly in the position of the giant priest, thanks to his ability to lick.
This is a road completely "licked" out.
When the Ziwei Zun was happy, the position of the priest of the giant gate was naturally seated very securely.
But with the rapid growth of the new generation of priests in the temple, Feng Xie also felt extremely strong pressure.
So he must make some achievements to consolidate his current position.
This time the war is
The best stage.
If he can defeat Feng Jianche, then his status will be unshakable, and he can even raise his rank by two. It is not impossible to surpass the broken army priest Xie Yi!
As for the status of Chu Weiyu, priest of the Seven Kills, Feng Xie never thought of challenging it.
That was a weird guy. By killing his master, he even got the approval of Ziwei Zun. Such a person is not something he can challenge.
A cool breeze blew Feng Xie's thoughts back on track. Looking at the murderous Feng Jianche, Feng Xie's heart suddenly beat a little.
Can you beat it
That is the Young Master of the Demon Cult, whose strength is equal to that of Chu Wei's, and even stronger.
"Fight!" Feng Xie cheered himself up and took out his weapon.
A staff!
Then pointed to Feng Jianche.
A green glow burst from the top of the staff, forming a ribbon in the air, and finally fell on Feng Jianche's body.
Huaguang turned into silk satin to bind the wind stream firmly.
Then a shock of thunder fell from the sky, smashing Feng Jianche hard.
Feng Xie looked happy.
I didn't expect it to be so simple.
It's time for this thunder to come!
After the thunderous lingering prestige dissipated, Feng Xie saw Feng Jianche who was kneeling on the ground.
The Young Master of the Demon Cult was defeated by himself!
Feng Xie's hand holding the staff trembling with excitement.
Excited, he made a decision, that is to go up and make up the knife.
You must personally end Feng Jianche in order to hold this credit firmly in your hands.
Presumably the person who performed the thundering, shouldn't take the credit with himself.
Feng Xie jumped down and walked quickly in front of Feng Jianche.
Feng Jianche knelt on one knee, with his head hanging down and he couldn't see his expression, but there was a lot of blood under him.
Feng Xie raised his staff, preparing to give Feng Jianche a fatal blow.
At this moment, Feng Jianche suddenly raised his head.
Feng Xie couldn't move in an instant.
He felt that he was being stared at by a beast, and his murderous aura turned into a tangible substance to envelop him, struggling.
That's it!
At this time, Feng Xie had the last thought in his mind, and then just like Yi Tong before, closed his eyes and waited for death.
If time can be reversed, he will never leave his footsteps.
No matter how great the credit is? Living is the first thing.
It is a pity that Feng Xie can no longer enjoy the pleasure of power.
(End of this chapter)