The opening three thousand martial saints jumped to the Supreme God Sect

The same scene happened in the same battlefield between the Ghost Poison and Leng Moqing.

The second and third grades are the same as the first year of junior high school, and they are all young talents with supreme physiques, and their strength is not much weaker than his.

The ghost poisoner was pierced through the chest by the mysterious black devouring force of Chu Er, and a fist-sized blood hole was constantly gushing blood.

The sharp pain stimulated the nerves of the ghost poisoner, and he mobilized the aura of his whole body to heal the wound, but the black energy that corroded his wound did not disappear, devouring his blood.

Leng Moqing’s condition was fine, only a few blood holes were left on his body by the Junior Third Spear, but his breath was a little weak.

As for those who were not opponents of the members of the Bloodthirsty Legion, under the spear of the crimson cold forest, there were constantly corpse fragments falling from the sky.

The forces of the three great sects suffered countless casualties in the instant they collided with the members of the Bloodthirsty Legion, and even the three great sect lords received different injuries.

On the side of the Bloodthirsty Legion, the battle spirit broke through the heavens, and none of the members were injured.

“Hurry up and finish.” Chen Fan lay on the chariot and looked at the battle below with a little boredom.

“Yes.” The first three people heard the words and said respectfully.

Then he showed no mercy and used all his strength to kill the three suzerains.

Eighteen pictures of the God of War slowly rose from the back of the third grade, and the eighteen gods of war in the ancient picture were mighty and domineering, and their looks were different.

Cover the high sky above the Fire God Sect.

“Physical Vision!” Leng Moqing’s face showed shock, and a cherry mouth opened to let out a shocked scream.

Leng Moqing knew that he would not admit mistakes, the eighteen God of War Pictures in the sky were exactly the physical visions of the Supreme Physique and the Physique.

She no longer had any intention of fighting, every cultivator with a supreme physique had the strength to leapfrog the challenge, and her cultivation was not an opponent of the junior third at all.

“Die!” Chu San shouted angrily, and the ancient figure behind him emitted infinite pressure to lock Leng Moqing.

The weapons in the hands of the eighteen gods of war turned into beams of light and poured into the red blood spears of the third grade.

“Buzz!” The crimson spear let out a joyful hiss, and the tip of the spear shone brightly, piercing through the clouds high in the sky.

Chu San held the spear in his hand like a dragon out of the sea, and Chu San shot the crimson spear in his hand at Leng Moqing.

“Roar roar…” The Crimson War Spear faintly emitted a burst of beast roar, turning into a red lightning bolt and stabbing at Leng Moqing.

“Jin Huawu, if you don’t shoot again, I’m going to die here!” Leng Moqing looked at the incoming crimson war spear, and the frightened transfiguration lost its color and screamed.

It was at this time that the vision mutated!

A golden lightning bolt suddenly appeared and struck the Crimson War Spear, and the two powerful forces instantly blended together, regardless of whether they were up or down.

“Anyone else?” Chen Fan inside the bronze chariot saw the situation and finally sat up with some interest and looked down.

“Huh?” Chu San’s face also showed a trace of solemnity, and he knew that he wanted to find someone who was secretly shooting.

Rumble! The two forces exploded, and the aftermath spread high in the air, and Chu San reached out and held the Red Blood War Spear in his palm.

Leng Moqing was shocked by the aftershock and flew hundreds of meters away, just at this time a golden figure appeared, holding Leng Moqing in his arms.

“Hahaha, beauty, didn’t I come?” How could I be willing to let you die before me? A flirtatious laugh rang in Leng Moqing’s ears.

Jin Huawu held Leng Moqing in his arms, and the two golden vertical pupils looked at Chu San interestingly.

“Interestingly, in this barren land, there is even a Terran Heavenly Pride!”

Jin Huawu looked at the eighteen God of War pictures behind Chu San, and sighed, his face was relaxed, as if he had some calmness in control of everything in the world.

“Brother, you still know to come out!” If you come out a second late, the slave family will die here. Leng Moqing sighed proudly, and a trace of anger flashed in the depths of the beautiful eyes of the autumn water.

The Golden Retriever Huawu did not speak, just smiled faintly, glanced at the third grade, and then moved his gaze to the bronze chariot high in the sky. A breath of terror poured out of him.

“If you can have a Heavenly Pride retinue, you don’t know where you come from?” Jin Huawu asked.

“。。。。。” There was not a single sound coming from inside the bronze chariot.

Seeing that he was ignored, Jin Huawu’s face slowly darkened, “Your Excellency, I am a member of the Taigu Imperial Golden-winged Dapeng Clan, I don’t know if you have heard of it?” ”

Jin Huawu looked complacent and proudly announced his clan name.

He didn’t believe that the people in the chariot hadn’t heard of his clan’s name, that his Golden-winged Dapeng Clan was the seventh in the Ten Thousand Clans, and that there was still a quasi-emperor in the clan.

The entire Xuanwu Realm Sect Gate dared not to give face to the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan.

“Boring!” Two words came out faintly from inside the chariot.

Jin Huawu’s arrogant expression disappeared, his face showed embarrassment, and infinite killing qi burst out from his body.

At first, he thought that the people in the chariot would be a little jealous when they heard about the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan, but now it seems that Jin Huawu thinks too much.

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