How was Kunlun’s battle going?

Such a thought flashed through the heart of the King of Northern Ming. Standing in front of the window of the stone house, looking at Kunlun's direction with deep worries, the figure in Kunlun's first roundabout, which could even allow the flying sword to pass through without any damage was no longer visible. He seemed to have disappeared into the darkness of the building, but in the large area of ​​buildings, there were constant bursts of heart-wrenching screams.

Nangong Xiaoyan's hands clenched into fists with force, and what filled his eyes was a storm of blood.

Before this rushing blood wave was a red-robed monk who looked very ordinary, but no one could stop him from moving forward. Many sword lights and magic hit him, but only a ball of fire burst out, just like his body, a whole piece of pure gold. All Kunlun disciples who were blocking him were torn into pieces by him almost instantly, and countless blood springs were poured out.

"It's the Prince of Shui and Prince of Jin from Zhanzhou Zedi."

A cold and cold breath emanated from Ming Shiqi, who was standing beside Nangong Xiaoyan. Looking at the figure with a blood wave behind him, Yin Shisan said in a heart-wrenching calm voice, "Young Master Water practices the Wind God Flowing Body Art. Only the fire element magic and fire element magic weapon attacks are effective against him. All other magic and magic weapons cannot hurt him. You ask the people in the swordsman who practice fire element magic and fire element magic weapons to stop him first."

"Young Master Jin practices the technique of becoming a saint in the body. At this time, the power of the magic can no longer pose any threat to him. You let the sharp disciples of Feijian in the Swordsman follow us and we will kill him."

After saying these two sentences to Nangong Xiaoyan, Ming Shiqi added, "I don't know who the other party's commander is... But it's very powerful. He has seen that those of us are the key to connecting all the forces at hand and conveying our orders. We must kill Master Shui and Master Jin, otherwise we will have no chance of winning in this battle."

Looking at the first Kunlun Island with fire everywhere under the thick blood, and the red-robed cultivator who was rushing in like locusts... Kuang Wuxin has not appeared yet, and it is obvious that the other party has many powerful forces that have not been shown. "Do we have a chance to win this battle?" Nangong Xiaoyan couldn't help but flash such thoughts in his heart when he heard Ming Shiqi's words. But looking at the Kunlun disciples who were falling down in front of Mr. Jin, Nangong Xiaoyan had no time to consider this issue.

He had a gloomy face and said a few words to the several disciples of the Jiansi who had been waiting around him, and conveyed Yin Shisan's orders as quickly as possible.

...

Mr. Jin pushed forward at a terriblely stable speed, killing the Kunlun disciples who were blocking him expressionlessly one by one.

In his eyes, a man in gray appeared again... Although he had the same status as Mr. Chun and Mr. Tong in Zhanzhou, Mr. Chun was their commander in this battle, so on the battlefield, the rule he followed was to obey Mr. Chun's orders... His mission was to kill these mysterious gray-shirt disciples who had been hiding in the eighth level of Kunlun Island.

After just now, he killed two or three gray-shirt disciples with Master Shui instantly, the remaining gray-shirt disciples seemed to have hidden themselves and did not be enemies with them head-on. However, this gray-shirt disciple was different. After he appeared in Master Jin's sight, he rushed towards Master Jin.

This gray-shirt disciple is Ming Shiqi, who has been relying on the power of the four outer islands of Kunlun to resist the power activated by Kuang Wuxin.

"Pull the way for him!"

There were not many Kunlun disciples around Mr. Jin, and many of them were completely shocked by Mr. Jin's killing and retreated one after another. So what spread around Mr. Jin was a large number of cultivators in red robes. As Ming Shiqi flew out, Nangong Xiaoyan also followed behind Ming Shiqi. While flew out, he waved his hand with a gloomy face and issued such an order.

Countless dark green water arrows burst out from the hands of dozens of swordsmen. These dark green water arrows were all condensed from strongly corroded poison juice, and were emitted from a silver box in the hands of these swordsmen. Almost in an instant, within a dozen feet of magnificents around Mr. Jin were suddenly emptied. Most of the red-robed monks and Kunlun disciples in this area were covered in white smoke, screaming and falling to the ground, rotting all over, and unable to form a human form.

...

Young Master Jin casually threw away the bodies of the two Kunlun disciples in his hand. Just as the dark green rain of arrows fell, he just grabbed the two Kunlun disciples, covered his figures, and easily protected himself.

But at this moment, his pupils also contracted slightly.

Just as Ming Shiqi and Nangong Xiaoyan rushed towards him with the rain of arrows, the figures of another gray-shirted disciple and several Kunlun disciples first appeared from a palace on one side. These people were different from other Kunlun disciples who were full of fear, and made Young Master Jin react instantly. This was an interception specifically targeting him.

A black light shot out from the hand of the gray-shirt disciple who had appeared from one palace, covering the entire face of Mr. Jin.

Even the practice of sainting the body was extremely strong, and his eyes were the most fragile part of Mr. Jin. However, Mr. Jin's somewhat dull face did not change at all. He just let out a low roar, protected his face with his arms, and his whole body suddenly bounced up, like a cannonball, directly hitting the gray-shirt disciple at an astonishing speed.

With a "click", Mr. Jin almost rushed into the arms of the gray-shirt disciple with a bunch of black light. The bones on the gray-shirt disciple's chest were shattered and his entire chest was sunken. However, there was still no look of fear in the eyes of the gray-shirt disciple. There was only a sharp murderous aura. Just as Mr. Jin's hands that were blocking his face suddenly separated and suddenly inserted into the gray-shirt disciple's chest, the gray-shirt disciple opened his mouth suddenly, and another black light mixed with a mouthful of blood mist sprayed on Mr. Jin's face.

With an angry roar that seemed to be deceived, the entire body of the gray-shirt disciple was torn apart by Mr. Jin.

Under the cover of the Netherworld Blood Sea Magic Formation set up by the Beihou Bai Liao, Mr. Jin once again showed terrifying lethality, but on his face, which was a little distorted due to anger and disbelief, blood slowly left behind.

Dozens of thin black lights were inserted into his eyes, and blood flowed down from his eyes, and his eyes were stinging violently and were completely invisible.

This gray-shirt disciple seemed to have never thought about dodging, just to blind him.

What made Mr. Jin even more angry was that the black light that pierced his pupils seemed to have a trace of extremely cold power, which made his reaction slightly slower than usual.

...

The blood of the gray-shirt disciple dyed the eyes of several sword masters red, and several sword lights burst out from them at the same time. When Mr. Jin made a roar of shock, it was like tearing apart cloth. It was slashing the gray-shirt disciple and slashed on Mr. Jin at the same time.

These sword lights were slashed hard on Mr. Jin's neck. In the fire, these sword lights slashed out a wound on Mr. Jin's neck.

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"

Several blood fountains surged from the bodies of several sword masters at the same time, and their faces fell to the ground with disbelief.

Even though he could not see the object with his eyes, at this moment, Young Master Jin firmly locked their position through his spiritual sense. The moment several flying swords slashed on his neck, he grabbed the flying swords in his hands, crushed them, and then hit them like a flying knife, killing all of the Kunlun disciples.

After killing these Kunlun disciples in one fell swoop, Mr. Jin rushed forward violently and punched him hard.

Beside him was Ming Shiqi, who was rushing towards him in a cold and silent manner.

For some reason, Ming Shiqi was obviously less than twenty feet away from Mr. Jin, but this young man, who was obviously the leader of all the gray-shirt disciples, still did not launch any attack on Mr. Jin. Just as Mr. Jin was hitting him with an extremely violent punch, his left arm raised, and a ball of light like a mirror appeared on his left hand, blocking Mr. Jin's punch.

With a "boom", all the lights on Ming Shiqi's left hand shattered, and his left hand hanged softly and twisted strangely. Under Mr. Jin's punch, his arm was already destroyed, but at the same time, a bright sword Yuan, which was extremely fierce and completely different from the dark and silent aura of his body, instantly shot out from his right hand and slashed hard on the wound on Mr. Jin's neck.

"Crack!"

The powerful impact force also made Young Master Jin, who was violently hit like a meteorite, forcibly paused. Young Master Jin's neck also heard the sound of bone breakage, and the wound had expanded several times, as if there was a deep gap in his entire neck.

A bitter cold rose from Mr. Jin's heart. Even with countless black rays like cow hairs inserted in his eyes, he couldn't help blinking. Compared with this chill that came from his heart, the severe pain of the wound on his neck seemed to be nothing... The cultivation of this gray-shirt disciple was so powerful. When the power of the magic was so weakened, he actually blocked his own attack with the price of an arm. Moreover, he had also cultivated the natal sword essence. The power of his natal sword essence seemed to be far above the other gray-shirt disciples... Moreover, he had not launched this attack until now, because he had to wait for him to launch a first attack, revealing the gap in his neck, so that he launched such an attack!

This is a terrible opponent!

Mr. Jin, one of the five young masters in Zhanzhou, has encountered countless opponents with extremely high cultivation in his life, but even when his martial arts naturally have a great advantage, he has never been so scared.

A wild beast-like roar erupted from his mouth. He protected the wound on his neck with one hand and punched Ming Shiqi even harder.

At this time, Mr. Jin had an intuition in his heart that if he could not kill this person now, he would die in his hands... But at this moment, two golden balls of light shot out from Nangong Xiaoyan's hand. As soon as these two golden balls of light shot out, they instantly turned into two golden armored divine generals several meters tall.

As soon as the two golden armored gods with mysterious mercury talismans were filled with mysterious mercury talismans and exuded a powerful aura transformed them. One of them blocked Ming Shiqi's body, while the other one grabbed Mr. Jin's other arm and pulled his hand away from the wound on his neck.

Mr. Jin, one of the most powerful people in Zhanzhou, roared violently, and a powerful true energy surged from his body, piercing into the sky like a gust of smoke, straightening straight into the sky. With a loud "boom", the chest of the golden armored divine general who was several times larger than his body in front of Ming Shiqi was violently sunk. His fist directly shattered the armor several feet thick on the chest of the golden armored divine general, and stabbed in extremely strongly. He grabbed and pulled it hard, and countless gear-like fragments and crystal fragments surged out of the broken chest as his fist retracted.

But at the same time, the blazing sword element that burst out from Ming Shiqi's body, like the scorching sun, also slashed on the wound on his neck.

With a "click", countless cracks appeared on the armor of the other golden armored divine general who was holding the other arm of Mr. Jin. Compared with this golden armored divine general, Mr. Jin's arm seemed extremely small. The golden armored divine general grabbed his arm like an eagle holding a thin chicken claw, but this golden armored divine general seemed unable to withstand the power in Mr. Jin's body.

"Crash!" Just as the next moment when countless cracks appeared in the hands of the golden armored divine general, the hands of the golden armored divine general also shattered. However, Ming Shiqi's natal sword essence had once again slashed violently on Mr. Jin's neck. With a "brush", Mr. Jin's head was broken, and the only trace of flesh was connected, hanging on his neck at a strange angle. Countless blood and true essences surged out from the broken neck, while his flesh and bones seemed to have a metallic luster.
Chapter completed!