Chaos Heavenly Emperor

"Boom boom boom!"

A burst of bright fireworks exploded in the sky, and several Practitioners turned into flying ash scattered in the air.

The middle-aged man's face was hard to see the extreme, a small army of rubbish actually caused them to lose such a huge loss, which made him unable to return to the business.

In the short half hour of the battle, they lost more than 80 Practitioners of the Huahai Realm. In the end, the remaining dozens of them were all injured, and even he, a strong man of the Yuandan Realm, was in The injuries under those arrows are not light.

The middle-aged man has a gloomy face, he must unscrew the head of the leader of this army with his own hands, otherwise, it will be difficult to dispel the hatred.

Zou Xingyu's face was like a hard rock, and he could not see the slightest mood swing, but his heart at this time could not conceal a tragic feeling.

After this short half-hour battle, they certainly inflicted heavy losses on each other, but because the strength gap between the two sides was too large, and the fourth squadron faced this kind of battle on the battlefield for the first time, it lacked front-line experience, and also made great efforts. The big price.

In this short half hour, they also suffered more than half of their casualties, and the soldiers were exhausted to the extreme, their true essence was almost exhausted, and their injuries were also very heavy.

The use of the Ben Lei suit is originally a great load on the body, and the consumption of true essence is extremely severe, and it is not suitable for protracted combat.

Being able to fight the opponent to this point has exceeded Zou Xingyu's expectations.

"Brothers, fight with them!" Zou Xingyu yelled, carrying the last remaining true essence in his body and pouring it into the Ben Lei suit, planning to make the final fight.

Zou Xingyu couldn't help feeling a little regretful. Finally, Life had some hope, but he didn't expect it to end so soon.

The remaining soldiers of the fourth squadron also shouted in unison, using their bloody hands to finally pull the strong bow in their hands, preparing for the final blow.

The middle-aged man couldn't help showing a sneer on his face. The defeat of these remnants is already at the end of the battle, and now they are just a dying struggle, how can they still be threatened.

Looking at the last wave of dying arrows shot by the opposite Practitioners, the middle-aged man and the remaining dozen or so Blood Shadow Alliance Practitioners dodged and immediately rushed to the opposite Practitioners.

Now it's their turn to reap the results.

However, before they rushed to the Practitioner of the 4th Squadron, a wave of powerful arrows suddenly struck in fiercely. They were caught off guard, and seven or eight Practitioners of the Huahai Realm were exploded by these arrows. A piece of minced flesh.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but his face changed. He turned his head and looked to the left and right, only to see an army of thousands of people appeared on the left and right sides at the same time.

These two thousand-man army Practitioners flew over, bent bows and arrows, and launched a fierce attack on the middle-aged men, the Practitioners of the Blood Shadow Alliance.

When the middle-aged man saw this, his face couldn't help but he couldn't help but yelled: "Retreat!" He said that he turned around and flew back. If he doesn't leave, he won't even be able to run until the two armies form an encirclement. .

The middle-aged man led hundreds of Practitioners in the Huahai Realm and rushed over aggressively, but in the end only four or five Huahai Realm Practitioners left behind and fled in embarrassment.

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In the giant cloud boat above the sea of ​​clouds, the black-robed youth gently shook a folding fan in his hand, chatting and laughing with the cold-faced blood-robed youth leading him, completely treating Rong Anyan beside him as air.

The cold-faced blood-robed youth talked about the black-robed youth's talk, but he responded a few noncommittal, obviously not interested in this kind of talk.

But even if he is not interested in this kind of conversation, at least he has some respect for the black-robed youth, but to Rong Anyan on the side, he does not have To put in one's eyes at all, and he has not even looked at him directly. At a glance.

Rong Anyan was full of resentment. The reason why the blood-robed youth and the black-robed youth were so cold-eyed towards him was completely because of the failure of his mission in the Dagan Dynasty, which caused his position in the Blood Shadow Alliance to plummet. .

Otherwise, if it is changed to before, although own strength is slightly inferior to these two people, it will not be so despised.

Rong Anyan secretly hoped that these two people would suffer a big loss in Chu Jianqiu's hands at this time. He actually didn't really care about the success of this attack on Xuanjian Sect.

Just as he was indignant in his heart, he suddenly saw the middle-aged man who had led a hundred Huahai Realm Practitioners flying back.

At this time, the middle-aged man was covered in blood and embarrassed, and only four or five of the 100 Huahai Realm Practitioners that had been brought out before came back alive.

When Rong Anyan saw this scene, his heart was suddenly refreshed. Seeing how they look like this, you don't need to think about it to know that they have suffered a lot under the hands of Xuan Jianzong.

When the black-robed young man saw that the middle-aged man came back with this appearance, his face immediately sank, with a smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" The black robe youth looked at the middle-aged man who bowed his head and said coldly.

"We met the opponent's army, so..." The middle-aged man trembled slightly and reported in a trembling voice. But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Great army, how big is the army?" Rong Anyan said with a smile.

"An army of a thousand people!" The middle-aged man didn't dare to lie. According to the rules of the Blood Shadow Alliance, once he lied about his military situation, he would end up miserably. If he was found out, it would not be easy to die.

"Hahaha, an army of a thousand people, and an army of a thousand people is also called an army. Flower and cozy, your subordinates can really laugh." Rong Anyan laughed suddenly when he heard the words, an indescribable mockery in his tone. .

The black-robed youth Hua He Qi ignored him, and continued to say coldly, "How many Yuan Dan realms are there among these thousand people?"

If the middle-aged man meets the elite of Xuanjian Sect and is beaten like this, he is not too losing face. After all, although his generals' combat power is good, if they meet the opponent's top power, the difference in power between the two is too great. For example, the opponent has five or six Yuan Dan realm powerhouses. In this case, that is not the case. May be conquered.

"No... there is no Practitioner in the Yuandan Realm." The middle-aged man said with a trembling voice.

"What, there is no Practitioner of the Yuandan Realm!" Two cold lights suddenly shot out of the black robe youth flower and cozy eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a strong murderous intent radiated from his body.

An army of thousands of people without the Yuan Dan realm can actually beat them like this. You know, although the black-robed youths are big, they don't dare to take it too lightly. The 100 Huahai Practitioners sent are all elites above the Seventh Stage of Huahai.

But now, this elite group has almost been wiped out, and there is no strong person in the Yuan Dan realm among the opponents.

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