War spreads on the earth, and demonic flames are also surging in the sky.

In order to avoid the power of the explosion of their own fight, the Fengye family and others thought of fighting in the sky, and of course they wanted to fight in the sky.

But the monks in the Shan Barbarian Temple dragged them tightly, not going to the sky.

The killing of innocent monks by the opponent made him even more anxious.

"Brother Fengye, are you anxious?"

Baiman said with a laugh, with a joking look in his expression.

When Feng Ye heard this, his eyes sank. He wanted to kill those guys, but he was stung by the hundred barbarians.

Both of them used the Taoist powers and their strength was equal.

"Retreat to the small arrays everywhere, hurry up!"

Fengye could only send messages to his disciples secretly. His soul was so powerful that he could send a message to hundreds of people at one time.

But even the big array was broken, how long can those small arrays last? The Fujiye family's step was just a stagnant.

...

Boom--

The air waves exploded, and in a flash, the two of them changed the number of attacks.

"Fellow Daoist is so bullying. The people from our Ancient Sword Division will not make you feel better even if the soul explodes itself!"

Feng Ye growled, and his eyes were filled with red silk, as if he was about to shed blood.

"I almost forgot that there is this trick on fellow Taoist side!"

When Baimanzi heard this, he said with a relaxed expression, without any seriousness.

After saying that, he suddenly shouted: "The junior brothers and sisters below should keep a little beat. Don't force others to get angry, as it will cause others to self-destruct, and it will be no fun."

The sound was filled with a cat drama.

He also said: "Just control their elite disciples, don't kill them all."

"What the eldest brother said!"

"Be careful to respect the order of the sect leader."

The few mortal monks below agreed with a strange smile.

Obviously, this is to make the monks of the ancient swordsman be afraid of the weapons. If you want to self-destruct, you will explode with your own disciples.

A gentleman can deceive him by virtue of his own nature!

This shameless method is most effective for people who uphold justice and have a bit of conscience and blood.

When the monks from the Ancient Sword Temple heard this, their faces became ugly again.

"By the way, Brother Fengye, I have also brought a lot of boys in our sect to come, right outside. If you want to kill them and vent your anger, I will never stop you."

Baimanzi added another sentence.

The angry Fengye family's old face turned dark. If he killed the younger generations of the other party, what changes could it have to the overall situation?

This battle was too frustrating, but in the final analysis, it was the big formation of his own mountain gate that was broken too quickly, and it did not cause any damage to the other party's mortal cultivators.

...

The war is still spreading.

The screams continued.

Monks are constantly being killed or captured alive.

The battle between the monks of the mortal world tends to be somewhat more likely to be the Ancient Sword Temple, but that is because they have been forced to go crazy and start to fight their lives.

...

puff!

Another junior monk's head was filmed into meat paste like a rotten watermelon, with blood splattering, and the scene was bloody and terrifying.

The one who took action was a monk from the early stage of the mortal world in the Shanman Temple.

This person is named Shanyuan, nicknamed Unicorn Venerable. He is a monk with a strong middle-aged man with a muscle mass and a red sarcoma on his forehead. His appearance is terrifying and terrifying. The name of Unicorn Venerable is also due to this.

Among the old guys in the Shanman Temple, this person is the most cruel, with a bloodthirsty magic skill, and is very famous.

However, today, there was obviously no more primitive and violent slaughter against the younger generation, and it was so happy that this person did not use the bloodthirsty magic skills. He relied on his pair of flesh palms to kill all directions.

"Junior brother--"

A tearful shout came.

The speaker is a young man of medium figure. He is thousands of feet away and obviously has a deep friendship with the man who just died. He has tears in his eyes.

After shouting this, the man glared at Shan Yuan with a fierce look!

Swish-

Without saying a word, he rushed towards him.

The aura of the soul surging against the current was actually rolling in his body.

The soul exploded and finally began!

...

"Senior brother, no!"

Not far away, there was a monk from the Ancient Sword Temple who shouted anxiously.

But the soul exploded, and once it started, it would never stop unless it was killed. Although the monks in the Ancient Sword Temple were sad, they could only escape in other directions.

Shan Yuan raised his head, glanced at the monk, smiled, and said nothing. He only opened a blood-red light curtain outside, allowing the other party to get closer.

boom--

An explosion sounded and a wave of air swept!

The monk naturally exploded into powder, but Shan Yuan just shattered the light curtain outside his body, trembling a few times, and then there was no other movement.

On the contrary, a huge deep pit was blown out on the side of the Ancient Sword Temple, and the palace collapsed. A monk who was approaching was shocked and his internal organs were broken, and blood was sprayed out from his mouth.

...

This scene was indeed a thrilling disciple of the Ancient Sword Temple, and his heart was sad and his eyes were red.

If they can't even hurt their opponents even if they can't even self-destruct, what tricks do they have?

But Shan Yuan was even more fervent, and his eyes, like wild animals, looked at the escaped juniors.

Swish!

Take a few steps!

Just came behind a monk, and he couldn't even look at the attack he fired.

He grabbed his legs from the air with his hands.

"Die, haha--"

Shan Yuan laughed wildly, and with his arms, the blood mist bloomed like a flower. The monk was torn in half by him!

Bang!

With a casual palm, he slapped the other party's soul into pieces!

Shan Yuan laughed loudly, not caring about the blood on his body, and even licked it with his tongue, looking unsatisfied.

"Senior brother, don't kill them all. You made the fellow Taoists above self-destruct. The little sister suffered a lot of injuries, and you will get ten times more careful in your body."

A delicate and sinister sound came not far away.

She is a middle-aged woman wearing two palm-sized animal skins, revealing most of her skin. She is wearing red gauze and has a bit of charm.

Unlike ordinary barbarian women, the skin color is bronze or dark, this woman's skin color is as bright as white jade, and it is as dazzling as shiny.

The appearance is naturally charming, like an old witch, and it is fascinating between movement and stillness.

This woman is named Shan Luan and her path is named Mrs. Caiyang. She is also a ruthless character in the Shanman Temple. She is best at collecting and replenishing skills.

...

Shanyuan smiled strangely again when he heard this.

"My junior sister is full of flesh and blood, so I can't bear it, but I want to do it-"

Halfway through his words, the man suddenly felt something unusual, and there seemed to be a strange wind sweeping across the space behind him.

This strange wind was obviously different from the air wave spreading in the sky, and it felt like it was coming straight to him.

Shan Yuan closed his mouth in an instant, and before he could turn his head, his spiritual sense looked back, and the next moment, his mind was shocked.

I saw a man in white, stepping on two sword lights, appearing strangely behind him. Without saying a word, he raised his sword and slashed at him!

The man had a handsome face and a cold and serious expression!
To be continued...