When the middle-aged Taoist robe with a yellow Taoist robe and a dark face threw the body of the hunchbacked temple Zhu to the ground with disdain, the tragic strangle in Kunlun's first roundabout continued.

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Ming Shiqi looked at the gray figure like a small shadow without saying a word, rushed towards Homora alone, rushed towards Homora and the hundreds of red-robed men behind him.

Hamola, who had just pierced a Kunlun disciple hiding in one palace, then flew out ruthlessly, narrowed his eyes, and a cold light shone out from the two thin slits.

"put!"

Looking coldly at the gray figure that seemed feminine but fearlessly rushed towards him and the hundreds of red-robed monks behind him, a low roar came from his throat.

With his order, a large area of ​​overwhelming white flames suddenly came out from more than a hundred red-robed monks who were following him and were more than ten feet away from him. These white flames were like rockets in the night sky, but the fireworks of these rockets were all white.

White Bone Phosphorus Rocket!

It seems that the basic standard weapons in the mortal army are just like that. In addition to carrying a large amount of green fire phosphorus sand, all the men in red robe also carry a large number of white bone phosphorus rockets!

The number of tens of thousands of monks in red robes will be amazing!

Even in the Zhanzhou area, such a large number of green fire phosphorus sand and white bone phosphorus rockets may have accumulated over the years or even decades.

Now, Zhanzhou Zedi seems to have brought all their accumulated green fire phosphorus sand and white bone phosphorus rockets to Kunlun. Although the people who were following Hemoluo now only fired thousands of white bone phosphorus rockets in an instant, even these white bone phosphorus rockets were overwhelming, giving people the feeling that Zhanzhou Zedi wants to pour all the accumulated green fire phosphorus sand and white bone phosphorus rockets and their anger and hostility towards Kunlun over the years into Kunlun.

Under the cover of the magic array like Netherworld Blood Spring, this white bone phosphorus rocket, which is not usually a powerful magic weapon, also showed extremely lethality.

Unlike the burning green fire phosphorus sand that does not have much piercing force but only sticks to the burning fire, thousands of white bone phosphorus rockets shot down instantly covered hundreds of feet of distance, puffed through the roofs of many palaces, puddle into the bodies of many Kunlun disciples who had no time to dodge, killing them instantly.

The gray figure rushing towards Hamoro is located at the most dense place of the White Bone Phosphorus Rocket. Even if it is just a sparrow, in his position, it may be pierced by four or five White Bone Phosphorus Rockets, but the gray figure is not dead. Just as thousands of White Bone Phosphorus Rockets were shot out, an umbrella suddenly spread out from his hand and blocked him.

Apart from emitting yellow light, the umbrella seemed to be no different from the ordinary tart bamboo umbrella, but all the white bone phosphorus rockets hitting it were bounced away instantly.

A sneer appeared in Hamoluo's eyes. From the magic fluctuations emitted from the gray figure, Hamoluo could judge that the gray-robed man's cultivation was still above him, but under the cover of magic arrays like the Netherworld Blood Spring, this gap in cultivation was almost gone at all. Although the white bone phosphorus rockets could not kill this gray-robed Kunlun disciple, they completely suppressed all Kunlun disciples hiding in the palace and in the darkness ahead. On his side, there were at least dozens of people who could help him deal with the gray-robed Kunlun disciples who rushed over alone.

The figure of Hemora suddenly stopped, which made the distance between the red-robed men behind him and him several feet in an instant. When his figure suddenly stopped, the white bone spear in his hand rotated violently and stabbed hard on the large yellow umbrella in front of the gray-robed man.

The yellow oilcloth-like umbrella was like a withered leaf, and was suddenly picked up by a fierce blow from Hamoro. However, the figure of the gray-robed Kunlun disciple who came out of the eighth level of the island, who had never seen even Nangong Xiaoyan before, fell down the white bone spear at an astonishing speed. The afterimage dragged out in the air was like a gray swimming snake, strange and heart-pounding.

In a flash, the distance between him and Hemola was only five feet away. Such a distance made most of the cultivators in red robes who followed him immediately behind Hemola and stopped. One reason was that the flying technique of this gray-robed Kunlun disciple with a cold air made them unable to lock in his true direction for the time being. The more the reason was that the gray-robed Kunlun disciple was too close to Hemola, and many of their magic and magic weapons were difficult to take action, otherwise it might cause accidental damage to Hemola.

Hemoluo suddenly snorted heavily. He had already lost the initiative because of the gray-robed Kunlun disciple's voluntary abandonment of the umbrella and the extremely strange escape technique. Although the white bone spear can change its length at will, it is a little slower after all. But just when he let out a heavy cold snorting, his hands suddenly let go of the white bone spear. When he let go of the white bone spear that had killed more than 20 Kunlun disciples in his hand, two white lights transformed into his hands, but two long bone swords like giant elephants and tumbling, flew up and down towards the gray-robed Kunlun disciple.

At the same time, five or six flying swords shot from all over the world and twisted towards the gray figure.

Among so many red-robed men behind Hamola, some of them had practiced flying swords. In this case, the flying swords of the Mind Commander were not afraid of being injured like other magic tricks.

Under the cover of magic circles like the Netherworld Blood Sea, the battle between the two sides has indeed appeared like a scene similar to the battle between mortal troops in the world. Because the power of most magic has been greatly weakened, the war between cultivators who can only rely on magic weapons to the greatest extent is almost like close-kill between mortals. The double bone swords in the hands of Hamoro and the flying swords strangled by five or six paths have blocked all the approaches of the gray figure in an instant.

At this moment, only those who practice the saints of physical body can block the strangulation of Hamoluo's bone swords and the flying swords. In fact, under the cover of the magic array of the Netherworld Blood Sea, cultivators who practice the saints of physical body and their very strong physical body will have greater advantages than those who practice other techniques. However, judging from the magic fluctuations and aura of this gray robe, the saints of the gray robe are obviously not practicing the saints of physical body.

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The figure of the man in the gray robe like a snake suddenly stopped. As he stopped, a blood light burst out from behind him. A tricky sword light caught his position and stabbed in from behind him. This made him look like a snake suddenly nailed to the ground by a nail, but he didn't even make any sound, but just stretched out his hand silently.

An extremely cold sword intent burst out between his right index finger and middle finger, and a blazing sword element like a flowering silver tree suddenly burst out, shattering Homora's two swords with an unstoppable momentum, penetrated from Homora's front chest. When the violent impact force brought Homora backwards, the blazing silver sword element rushed out from behind Homora.

The gray figure still exuded a feminine and cold aura, but at this moment, he seemed to be holding a more violent silver spear of Bihamora's white bone spear, lifting Hamora's corpse high in the air, in the eyes of all Kunlun disciples in the first level of Kunlun Island.

Natal sword element!

Even if most of the power is weakened, the natal sword essence still has a power far beyond that of ordinary flying swords at this time.

It was not until the moment before Hamoluo was killed by the unstoppable fiery sword essence that Hamoluo realized that this powerful gray-robed Kunlun disciple was cultivating the natal sword essence. Before, this gray-robed Kunlun disciple had been hiding his true powerful strength. Even when the flying sword was stomped on him, he did not use his natal sword essence, so Hamoluo did not expect that he was cultivating the natal sword essence.

The reason why this gray-robed Kunlun disciple did this was that Hemoluo could not think of this, which made him have no time to stop him when he instantly burst out his natal sword element at such a close distance. It was obvious that the gray-robed Kunlun disciple had only one purpose, that is, to kill Hemoluo. However, when Hemoluo was killed by him and reacted, Hemoluo couldn't help but think that this gray-robed Kunlun disciple could still escape?

But Hemoluo still didn't expect that this gray-robed Kunlun disciple had no intention of escaping. Just as the moment when his natal sword element assassinated Hemoluo with one blow, his natal sword element suddenly emitted a dazzling light and exploded suddenly.

The entire natal sword element turned into thousands of silver sword energy, flying across the Kunlun night sky. The body of the gray-robed Kunlun disciple was instantly shattered into pieces by countless sword energy, and countless blood springs suddenly surged out of the bodies of many people in the red robed thirty-four feet away from him.

Self-destruction of the sword essence of the life!

Nangong Xiaoyan's hands and feet were cold, and an indescribable feeling filled his chest, "If you don't have to go, he will definitely die." Nangong Xiaoyan finally understood why Ming Shiqi could say this before so surely. Because the gray-robed Kunlun disciple who was like Ming Shiqi had no chance of survival since the moment he appeared. Even if Hemoluo could block the attack of his natal sword essence, it would be impossible for him to survive with the attack of self-destructing his natal sword essence.

"Why must he fight to the death? If I asked me to bring more disciples from the Swordsman with him, I could also kill Hemola, and he might not die." Nangong Xiaoyan wanted to question Ming Shiqi like this, but a long roar and roar with a tragic aura made him speechless at all.

Originally, many Kunlun disciples did not fully trust Ming Shiqi, a group of gray-clothed Kunlun disciples who had never seen before. Deep in the hearts of many people, they doubt whether these people are trustworthy, or whether they are worth it by handing their lives completely in their hands. But everyone saw that the gray-clothed disciple killed Hemoluo in a silent and extremely tragic way.
Chapter completed!