Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 165: Quick Arrow

Wu Xiangming, two monks from Nanyue Zong walked in the forefront, followed by a girl in a pink skirt, and repaired behind Yan Fei Dian.

After walking for a while, Wu Xiangming frowned, suddenly stopped and listened.

"Ok?"

Wu Xiangming changed his face and whispered, "Someone in front, retreat!"

If it were one or two people, Wu Xiangming would not be afraid, but the sound of footsteps in front of him was chaotic, and there were obviously a large number of people, who were rushing forward.

Wu Xiangming didn't dare to take too much risk and wanted to withdraw from the place before making plans.

However, the crowd in front of the passage was extremely fast. Just as Wu Xiangming's voice had just fallen, there were already many people in front of him. The bright light on the weapon was constantly refracted, exuding Morin's murderous power.

The pink skirt girl almost didn't hesitate and retreated in the first time.

The same is true of the three Wu Xiangming.

Only after entering the passage, Wu Xiangming, two monks of Nanyuezong were at the forefront, and now when they retreat, they are behind.

"Hehehehe!"

There was a laughter behind the four, hoarse and gloomy.

After hearing this laughter, a flash of cold light flashed in the eyes of the girl in pink skirt, clearly identifying the person's identity.

The gloomy voice sounded again: "Ji Fairy, I didn't expect you to come to this muddy water, it's really terrible!"

The red lips under the pink skirt girl's veil opened slightly, seeming to say something, and endured to go back.

Woo! Woo!

The sound of the two sharp blades breaking sounded, and the momentum was deep and extremely fast!

Wu Xiangming, who was behind, did not dare to neglect, and quickly turned around, wielding their swords and cutting away.

"When! When!"

The shrill sound of Jin Ge's fighting sounded, and Mars shot in the darkness.

Wu Xiangming was shocked. Although they blocked the two weapons, they still felt numb in their arms.

With such a delay, the few people chasing the forefront had come forward, with a murderous look on their faces, with a murder in their eyes, a roar, and rushed over.

"Yaner, you go first, I'm standing here, I will never let them chase it!"

Wu Xiangming didn't look back and shouted, crossing the door with his fellow teacher and brother in the middle of the passage, intercepting several people who rushed.

"court death!"

Wu Xiangming snorted, his wrists turned, the sword trembled, and a cold sword fluttered. The sword trembled like a snake, erratic, and pierced forward!

A flash of confusion flashed in the man's eyes, apparently not expecting Wu Xiangming to have such a means, trying to dodge, it was too late.

Huh!

The blood flashed, and the man's chest had a blood hole, his eyes gradually dimmed.

Wu Xiangming kicked away the man's body and slaughtered again with the monks chased from behind.

The near war front is far more dangerous than the royal sword fighting method.

Because both sides move around in a small area, playing fast, almost no response time, a little carelessness, they may be hit, or even their heads are different, and the corpse is on the spot!

The two monks in front had bare hands and fists, with a slight enemy. They fought for a round, but they were beheaded by Wu Xiangming.

Wu Xiangming originally thought that the two swords could at least scare the monks in the back, but he did not expect that the two men in the front were dead, and the monks in the back did not hesitate at all, and kept on walking, killing without expression!

The indifference in the eyes of these people made Wu Xiangming's heart tremble.

"Who are you!"

Wu Xiangming asked back loudly as he stepped back.

"Dare to break into this place without even knowing who we are. It seems that you are confused by the Ji Fairy, haha, it is really stupid."

A sneer came from the crowd.

"We are the disciples of Nanyue Zong, one of the five sects, and we don't know any Ji fairies, so you'd better report your name, so as not to hurt your peace!" Wu Xiangming shouted again.

"Are you hurt?"

One person chuckled and said, "What five **** gates are also worthy of comparison with my magic gate? You Nanyuezong, don't match my shoes!"

What a man in the magic gate!

Wu Xiangming was shocked.

With his realm of strength, he has been faintly aware of the secrets of some wild land.

In the desolate continent, there are many demon sects in the magic gate, but led by the seven major gates, it is known as the seven demon gates by the cultivation community!

The Seven Demon Sects are the top forces on the continent.

Although Nanyue Zong is known as the five gates, it is only within the realm of the Da Zhou Dynasty, and the Da Zhou Dynasty can only be regarded as a slump in the continent!

In other words, any one of the seven magic gates is a real behemoth, and Nan Yuezong is extremely small compared to it.

Although Wu Xiangming knew the seven cases of the magic gate, he did not know which one.

At this moment, he only hoped that the Shakespeare was not a branch of the Seven Demon Sects.

"Stab it!"

At this moment, another monk of Nan Yuezong's movement was slightly slower, revealing flaws, his chest was scratched, and blood spewed.

The monk's physical strength was already a bit out of reach. In addition, he was suddenly hit hard by this. He was crippled at his feet and had two more blood holes in his body!

A big skull flew up.

Wu Xiangming looked stunned and felt a little absent.

A long knife emerged through the body, stained with scarlet blood.

"what!"

Wu Xiangming trembled with pain, glaring at his eyes, and a sword forced the person opposite to him back, and the whole person fell to the ground, sweating coldly.

The crowd dispersed, a black-faced monk pacing, looking at Wu Xiangming and sneering: "You don't even know who the fairies are, and you're dead!"

A bone gun suddenly popped out of the black robe monk's cuff. It was completely black and had twelve knuckles with a strong spirit.

The monk in the black robe waved the bone gun and moved forward slightly.

puff!

Wu Xiangming's throat was pierced, and a thick black blood stain appeared on the original pale cheek, shocking!

This is a sign of wickedness!

In the realm of spiritual practice, there are many spiritual artifacts. Due to the special material, even if the spirit is not injected and the spiritual pattern is activated, the spiritual artifacts will exert a lot of power.

The bone gun in the hands of monk Black Robe is this category.

"Jime fairy, you can't escape!"

The monk in a black robe said coldly, taking the lead and galloping forward.

Although Wu Xiangming and the two blocked for a moment, but the pink skirt girl and Yan Fei wanted to escape the sight of the black robe monk, there was still some difficulty.

The girl in a pink skirt and Yan Fei fled in front. The monk in black robe led more than a hundred people in pursuit.

Seeing that the exit is ahead, as long as he rushes out, he can return to the previous fork again, but the black robe monk has caught up!

Pink skirt girl light Chang'e Mei.

suddenly!

There were three cold flashes at the fork ahead.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp edge came towards me. The next moment, the three black mangs and the pink skirt girl passed by!

Little difference!

These three black mansions have a slight deviation, and they will pierce the pink skirt girl and Yan Fei!

The girl in the pink skirt took a cold breath, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

call out! call out! call out!

After these three black mangs passed by the two of them, the girl in the pink skirt heard the sound of a sharp blade breaking through.

So fast arrow!

(End of this chapter)