Bug Master In Doomsday

In front of the most majestic and solemn castle gate in the city, all the inner disciples of the seven sects held long swords and guarded the gate urgently and resolutely.

In the hall behind the door are thousands of low-strength but great potential outer disciples, most of whom are only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest is just an innocent child with pigtails.

Unlike the outer disciples who are in their 20s and 30s, these people in the hall are all qualified to be promoted to the inner disciples. If they are given two or three more years, the number of disciples in the inner disciples will increase by a few more. But this beautiful idea was shattered by a group of fierce men in black!

The mottled and dried blood on their dark tights is particularly eye-catching. They are a group of inhuman executioners.

Each of them has at least dozens of lives under the knife, and the weakest handyman is an active cow and sheep in their eyes, often cutting them in half with a single knife.

Outer disciples, inner disciples, although they have some resistance, the time to squeeze the tactics is an unavoidable challenge. When their fingers bend, the blood-stained knives of these executioners have already slashed towards them. The neck!

"My fellow sects, this is a battle between life and death, and no one can back down! Behind us are the seeds of the future of the sect. We can die, but they can't.

This group of executioners want to kill, just walk over my corpse! "The Inner Sect disciple with the intention of death on his face shouted loudly. All the cultivators beside him took a step forward, forming a tight wall of people and blocking the open door tightly!

"It's really unexpected. The results of a raid are really not small. Most of the cultivators' city are fragile handymen. The outer disciples and these inner disciples are just like rubbish. No, they are even rubbish. Why don't you want to resist us?! It's ridiculous!"

A man in black with a thick scar with dried blood on his shirt said a mocking urn from behind the drape on his face, and there was sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.

There were at least a hundred repairers who died under his sword, and even more than a thousand of them were handymen. The **** aura he radiated from his body could not be hidden even if he tried to restrain it!

"It's still the old rules. Two people are an inner disciple. We have already been killed by this group of supernaturalists. We must not lose it next!"

The members leading this team are all the captains of Tier 5 peak strength, their faces are fairly calm, and the words they speak are also extremely stable.

The tiger beats the rabbit with all his strength. The dozens of inner disciples in front of him can live to the present, and their own strength should not be underestimated. "Om!" The captain who was just about to make an attack suddenly shrank his pupils and took a posture on the spot. The indecent donkey rolled.

With a "bang", the place where he just stood was instantly destroyed by an invisible and intangible energy wave. Even the stone bricks and soil were melted into a hard crystal by the terrifying heat!

"Oh?! Hidden behind with the cover of the human wall to use magic?!"

The captain patted the mud on his shirt, and the exposed eyes looked like a hungry lone wolf on the grassland. The blood-red eyes were full of anger and hatred. If he hadn't just dodged in time, I'm afraid he would be the second one. The cultivator has a deadly supernatural power!

"Kill me! These inner disciples don't need to stay alive! They are all going to die!" The captain yelled, carrying a straight cold steel knife and rushing towards the cultivator's wall madly!