"Kill me!" Huo Yao gave an order, and the cultivators behind him took the lead in attacking, and they fought frantically with Mu Ying and the others.
Bang bang bang! ! !
The sound of the collision of magic weapons, like a golden ge, is deafening, and various martial arts and secret techniques collide in the air, bursting out bright light.
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Just a moment later, the hundreds of wooden boats flew to the front, and the thousands of Huo and Jin monks riding on the wooden boats joined the battle at the same time.
Mu Ying and others were immediately like a poor flock, surrounded by countless lone wolves. The difference in the number of the two sides was too great. There were hundreds of people against thousands of people. If it hadn’t been for the high point of Mu Ying’s cultivation, the Mu clan These hundreds of monks are estimated to be slaughtered in an instant.
But even if there is Mu Ying with the peak cultivation base of the Tibetan Consciousness Realm, under the siege of countless monks, it is very difficult, and on a few occasions, he can't separate himself, and watched the clansmen get killed.
The flames released by the Huo Clan monks possess the power of burning the sky, directly burning the Mu Clan monks into coke, and the death is terrible.
The assassins of the Golden Clan monks are all kinds of powerful magic weapons. Their clan is particularly powerful with forging weapons, so the fighting power is also very terrible. Under the shot, the sword will kill, making the Mu Clan monks' flesh like a sieve, penetrated Riddled with holes.
Mu Ying's eyes were blood red, while roaring, he kept making moves, moving the gold and fire cultivators like ants, and pinched them to death, but even at such a violent speed, it was still difficult to break through.
Huo Yao and Jin Buliang stood outside the battlefield, watching indifferently. There was no need to take action at all. With these thousands of monks, they could kill the Muying group of them.
"Let your tribesmen, watch your tragic death!" Huo Yao swept his gaze downwards and saw the Mu Clan monks in the Pure Land, all staring at the battle in the void with anxious expressions, feeling extremely happy in his heart. The anger of the Huo Clan being attacked and killed by Jiang Feng was all vented to everyone in the Mu Clan to vent their anger.
"Huoyao and Jin Buliang, if you two do this, it will cause disaster!" Mu Ying shouted. Although he is old, his combat power is still terrifying. Where he passed, a monk fell down.
"You can take care of yourself first, now in front of you Mu Ying, it is hard to die, but with Patriarch Jin and I seeing you off, you should also be satisfied!" Huo Yao said coldly, his eyes flashing.
"Xiaoqing, look for a chance, go to Jiang Feng!" Mu Ying secretly spoke to Mu Xiaoqing.
"I see, Grandpa Patriarch." Xiaoqing replied, approaching the edge of the battlefield under the cover of Mu Ying.
After suffering a few wounds, Xiaoqing finally came to the edge of the battlefield. Taking advantage of everyone not paying attention, he immediately summoned the flying boat, stepped on it instantly, and immediately rushed into the distance.
"Don't even try to escape!" Huo Yao's eyes locked on Xiao Qing for an instant, and the moment his body moved, he flew towards Xiao Qing.
Perceiving the terrifying power that swept behind him, Xiao Qing was shocked, and suddenly looked back, his eyes were full of shock.
Huo Yao was full of terrible flames, but it was close to her in an instant, and the breath exuding from the opponent made her feel out of breath.
The oppression of the strong in the ruins realm is really terrifying, like a god and demon, even if Huo Yao doesn't need to make a move, just swept over by the maneuvering momentum, it can cause Xiaoqing to be seriously injured.
"Huo Yao, have the ability to fight with me!" Mu Ying controlled a group of monks in front of him, the vitality of the wood in his body swept wildly, and the whole person was flooded with blue light.
"Ten Thousand Woods withered Rong!" Mu Ying suddenly opened his mouth and let out a burst of shouts, and his palms violently waved out, erupting incomparable wood vitality, intertwined into a giant net in the void, and the sky covered the sky and covered the fire. .
"The mere artistic conception of wood, you still want to trap me, Mu Ying, your cultivation base is too low!" Huo Yao spit out disdainfully, with a fierce thought in his heart, a strong killing air suddenly appeared in the void.
I saw a sword bursting with flames, huffing sharp sword light, floating in the air, it was the fiery sword!
However, there are a total of seven Fire Swords, and now only one is left. Those six have been destroyed by Jiang Feng. Otherwise, the combination of the seven Fire Swords can explode with a lethality comparable to that of the best of earth. .
Thinking of this, in Huo Yao's heart, he couldn't help but burst into a terrible rage. Now there is only one of the seven fiery swords. How can he not be angry.
"A wooden shadow against you is enough!" Huo Yao said confidently, and immediately spurred the vitality of the fire with one hand, slammed out, and there was a force that traveled through the void and went straight to the Huo Lie Sword.
In an instant, the Huo Lie Sword slammed into the blue light and shadow from the front.
Rumble! ! !
A burst of noise emanated from the void, and I saw a cyan brilliance like a giant net, which instantly crumbled into the air like a block of ice, and ripples of riot energy erupted, setting off endless waves of air in all directions.
Mu Ying's body was directly lifted out, spurting blood, his face was extremely pale, his cultivation base, after all, was still too low, only the peak cultivation base of the Consciousness Tibetan Realm.
As for Huo Yao's cultivation level, even in the market realm, the two are not far apart, but a great realm, which cannot be crossed.
The "Ten Thousand Wood Withered Rong" used by Mu Ying belongs to the artistic conception of wood that has been comprehended, but under the split of the fire sword, it splits to pieces, which shows the difference between the two people's cultivation.
"Go!" When Mu Ying flew out, she still didn't forget to shout to Xiaoqing, and now only let Xiaoqing leave, there will be a ray of life.
Xiaoqing reacted immediately, with a look of determination in her eyes and a hint of hatred at the same time, turning around and fleeing, exhausting all her strength, but her speed was still too slow.
Huo Yao slowly turned around, a pair of cold eyes fell directly on Xiaoqing, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Walk in such a hurry, then I will send you on the road ahead of time!"
When the voice fell, Huo Yao urged the Huolie sword, and suddenly burst out with a bright light like the sun, let out a piercing sound, and slashed towards Xiaoqing at lightning speed.
With this sword, Xiao Qing couldn't avoid it. Her cultivation level was too weak. In Huo Dazzling's eyes, like a bug, one sword would definitely die!
"Xiaoqing!" Mu Ying yelled in horror, with a trembling tone. All the Mu people in the Pure Land were also terrified when they saw this scene, their hearts beating.
Xiao Qing was also stunned on the spot. She wanted to use her combat skills to resist, but the vitality of the wood couldn't work at this moment, as if she was stuck by a big hand, she watched this sword kill.
Whoosh! ! !
At this moment, a figure appeared in front of Xiaoqing like a ghost.
After this person appeared, Xiaoqing waited for a long time, only to find that the killing sword urged by Huo Yao didn't even hit him, as if there was no sound.
Huo Yao, Jin Buliang, Mu Ying, etc... everyone looked at where Xiaoqing was standing at this time.
In front of Xiaoqing, an extremely tall figure stood above the void, holding the Huo Lie sword in his big hand.
Do not! Not holding it, but holding it with two fingers! ! ()