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() The Nanman Witch Clan is worthy of being a giant that has been passed down for ten thousand years and has a strong foundation.

Even though he experienced several blows in the middle and declined to less than 20% of his strength at his heyday, he is still not an underestimated existence.

In just a moment, two fifth-level holy weapons had appeared.

"Swish--"

The black se is surrounded by the ancient and long rope demonic energy, and the runes are swimming. Suddenly, like a thousand-year-old black se spiritual snake pounces on the divine bird, rising into the sky with extremely fast speed.

With a flash, the next one came first, breaking through the numerous thunder barriers, and suddenly wrapped around the deafening left eagle claw.

"Cry!" A sharp sound of the sky, the flying momentum suddenly stopped, and the left eagle claw was tightly bound.

"Good opportunity!" Pudiwaru's eyes lit up, and he called out the powerful people of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, and then beat Zhentian with difficulty in mobility.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—"

More than 8,000 powerful attacks soared into the sky, shattering the universe, unrivaled, and brought about powerful power fluctuations that filled the void.

"Spit!" At this moment, the dizzy pupils suddenly condensed.

It felt a strong breath of death!

"Roar!" Yan's eyes froze, and with a low roar, four claws lingered in green light, suddenly exerted the God-Slaying Step, like a big red ri entangled in the blue wind, rushing into the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, strongly rushing into the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan

Among the strong people, they are so fast that they are unbelievable.

Wherever he passed, dozens of second-level Southern Barbarian Witch Masters were burned into slag by the power of flames reaching the fifth-level holy realm level without any resistance, and died on the spot.

The Yanqi lion's mouth opened, and a torrent of flames radiating thousands of feet into the land immediately rushed towards the master of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan who was bound to the sky with a black rope.

The bright and dazzling flames shine in the void.

"Ah..." Unpredictable, the powerful man from the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan who tied Zhentian's body with a black se rope was extremely sad to be attacked.

His fourth-level protection was the peak dark gold fighting spirit, and under the power of flames that reached the fifth-level holy power, his body was declared ruptured in the blink of an eye.

Once the body-protecting fighting spirit was broken, his whole body was directly burned to ashes by the super-strong flame power of rocks and steel, and killed on the spot.

As soon as the master died, the black se rope suddenly lost its binding power and fell to the ground weakly.

"Cry!" Zhentian screamed excitedly, raised his wings, and the strong wind suddenly rose, soaring straight up. He soared into the sky, and in an instant it was a hundred feet away.

At the critical moment, he avoided more than 8,000 fierce fighting spirit attacks that were about to be attacked and escaped from the sky.

"Damn it!" Pudiwaru cursed in anger, and a deep reluctance appeared in his eyes. "It's only half a second away! It's only half a second away!"

Pudiwaru's heart was hated.

The opportunity to kill the fifth-level holy monster is extremely rare. Each one is extremely precious.

Now that I have failed, I don’t know how long it will take to wait until the next opportunity.

During this period, these masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan were not sure how many of them would die.

"Master Pudiwaru, the eight people from Yanhong Kingdom seem to have fought with the patrol team ahead of us!" A fourth-level dark gold master in the Nanman Witch Clan asked anxiously: "We don't care about them."

.Would you concentrate on killing these three monsters? Or should you send a team to chase them?"

"Hmph!" Hearing this, Pudiwalu snorted heavily. The cold light in his eyes was four, "No one of the people of Yanhong can let go! Pupulu, you lead ten third-level golden fighters, one thousand two

The silver fighter, go and hunt them down, be sure to bring their heads back!"

"Receive the order!" The fourth-level dark gold fighter Pupu Azu shouted, quickly gathered the team, and quickly chased Qingfeng Magic Martial Arts Academy.

All second-level masters have the combat power of a hundred people and their advance speed is quite extraordinary.

They galloped with all their might, and their speed was even higher than that of the horses!

"kill!"

"Kill all these three monsters!"

"The dignity of the witch clan cannot be violated!"

On the other hand, more than 7,000 Southern Barbarian Witch Masters headed by Pudiwalu also fought fiercely with Yan Nu and Zhentian.

Looking around, the red flame burned, turning the earth into magma, and there were terrifying red flames everywhere.

A red-hot flame wrath stood in the flame hell, like an ancient fire beast that burned the heavens and all worlds, so powerful that the entire audience did not dare to approach the ten feet of the entire body.

Above the sky, there were constant roars of sharp sounds, and hundreds of thunders and thunders broke through the sky and shattered the universe.

"Rumbling rumble rumble rumble rumble-"

The aura of destruction, disaster, and destruction was everywhere in the void, vast and powerful, and had already vaguely grasped the marrow of the thunder power.

However, thousands of powerful people from the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan are not vegetarians, and they are at least able to fight against a hundred.

Once they join forces to attack, it will be enough for millions of troops to tremble.

Zhentian, Yanwu, and dodges in wartime. One with the ability to control the air and the other with the ultimate speed of the God-Slaying Step, he did not look defeated for a moment.

"Everyone rushes with me! The eight people who fled Yanhong have already contacted our patrol team and their speed has slowed down. As long as we can catch up, they all have to die here!" In the name of Pudiwaru,

Leading thousands of strong men to chase the eight people from Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy, Pupu Lu, biting her white teeth, showing murderous aura in her eyes, and the fire of hatred in her chest was burning.

National hatred and family hatred!

Three thousand years of war!

The hatred between the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan and the Yanhong Kingdom has long been irreconcilable, and there is no room for relief.

Pupulu swore that if he caught eight people from Qingfeng Magic and Martial Arts Academy, he would have to use his vicious means to torture him hard until he was satisfied.

But suddenly, Pupulu, who was running in Mercedes-Benz, suddenly trembled in her heart, and a strong sense of uneasiness instantly hit her heart, violently as if a mountain torrent broke through the gate.

In an instant, he felt like he was watered from his head with ice water.

He suddenly looked sideways and horrified, and saw an extremely dazzling golden sword light that seemed to contain the power of the sky and crack the earth. It exceeded the speed of sound and flew rapidly from a hundred feet away.

Wherever you pass, you will be able to rush endless winds and tremble the smoke and dust. The legion will easily evade it.

The one who issued this fierce attack was the one who had never taken action since the war started, and even the almost ignored Breaking the toughness!

After being taught by Hong Liebing for many years, it is now very calm and well versed in the ways of ancient assassins.

If you don't take action, you will have to use all your strength to fight against rabbits with lions and dragons hunt sheep, and kill the enemy on the spot with lightning speed. Never give them the chance to dodge.

"No!" Pupu Lu made a heart-wrenching sound, and a strong terror flashed in his eyes, and his face was completely distorted under the strong threat of death.

He tried hard to dodge, but the speed of the golden sword light grew too fast, far exceeding the speed of sound, and he deliberately attacked him with intention to fight but not intention.

In this case, Pupulu was unable to dodge at all, so she could only slash out a sword with her backhand, stir up the fighting spirit, and attempt to block the car with her arms, so as to save her life.

"Puchi--"

Blood suddenly appeared!

Pupu Lu was cut off in half by the golden sword light, and her colorful intestines and internal organs flowed all over the ground in an instant, shocking way.

However, the fourth-level dark gold fighter with the power of ten thousand men is really powerful, and he was cut off in half and still has a breath.

"Ah...I...I hate so much!" Pupu Lu's half body twisted on the ground, and the bright red blood stained the earth with redness.

The shrill resentment in his eyes could not be washed away even if he poured all the water from all over the world.

But, so what if you hate it any more?

He was cut in half, his internal organs and intestines flowed all over the ground, and healing a lot of blood was lost. Even Hong Liebing, a person with the help of filament and the healing rune, had his eyes turned white and healed to be reincarnated.

What's the solution to Pupulu?

His neck tilted, and with a thud, his head fell weakly on the ground, losing his breath, and his left hand still grabbed the ground and refused to relax.

All this is slow, but in fact, from the time Breaking Jian takes action to Pupu Lu being cut off in half and tragically dead on the spot, it was only a short moment of effort.

In this short moment, a fourth-level powerful man who chose one of tens of millions of people and had the strength of thousands of men fell.

This made the more than a thousand Southern Barbarian masters who followed Pupulu, not be surprised or angry?

"Ah! Pupulu, you died so miserably!"

"Damn it! It turns out to be another Sanctuary Warcraft of Level 5!"

"Why does Warcraft use a knife? What is the situation?"

"It actually attacked, it's so despicable!"

"What should we do? Should we continue to chase and kill the eight escaped Yan Hong people, or deal with this golden ape with a big sword?"

More than a thousand masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan stopped and while talking, they also looked at Po Jian with caution, fearing that it would take another attack and kill them.

"Roar!" Po Jian didn't care about this. After holding it in a while, he hadn't fought. With a roar, his huge body suddenly stood upright, trampled on the earth, and his body was covered with golden light.

It held a big sword in his hand and attacked with force like a golden armored god. It was invincible and powerful, with powerful power like a dragon fighting.

"Swish--"

With one sword, the golden sword light burst into a hundred feet of void, completely condensed into substance, swept across the board, killing thousands of troops, and hundreds of red blood flowers suddenly appeared in the void.

The shrill screams were heart-wrenching, and they were heard from the mouths of a large number of powerful witch clans in the Southern Barbarians.

With just one attack, Po Jian killed more than a hundred second-level masters on the spot!

The strength of the fifth-level holy domain level was revealed in an instant.

"Roar!" Pojian roared to the sky, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he leaped like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and fearlessly broke into the group of thousands of Southern Barbarian Witch Masters.

The sword in his hand was strong and powerful. When he waved it, it was fast and very fast. The golden sword energy appeared and disappeared from time to time, and it was unpredictable.

The steps under your feet are changeable, sometimes as steady as Mount Tai, as if rooted in the earth, and are buried thousands of miles away.

Sometimes, the clouds and water flow, and the whole place was like entering a no-man's land, and there was a faint look of nine steps falling into the gods.

With his own strength alone, he defeated thousands of masters of the Southern Barbarian Witch Clan, retreated step by step, and left behind the corpses on the ground. (To be continued.)