Huang Wanjin's body was releasing a billowing aura, and he had already selected his opponent, the eminent monk Hui Ji of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha, Huang benefactor, it doesn't matter if there is a war."

Hui Ji walked towards Huang Wanjin with a Zen stick in his hand, their bodies were like two gusts of wind sweeping across the ground, and they began to fight in an open place.

"Sword Master, I'll meet you for a while." Chen Taigong's old body flashed, and he had already moved towards the deputy head of the Wuyue Sword School.

Afterwards, Gu Master Great Elder faced Master Shi Kong, and Mr. Gong Yang faced the master of Qingcheng Sword Sect.

One by one, the masters swooped out, looking for their opponents.

"You four guys, leave it to me."

The madman holds the Xuanyuan sword, and his domineering eyes are staring at Chu Xuanji, Siberian Tiger, Beiming Longbow and Northwest Wolf, one against four, and these four are the fiercest people in the northern underground world, but the madman has nothing to do with it. Fear, even though facing these four people is equivalent to facing a Huangfu Qitian.

"Kill kill kill kill..."

Surrounding the world, shouts of killing that frightened the world spread in the void. Under the leadership of the four great dragon generals, Tianlongwei shot at the enemy like billowing black clouds. in this way.

Today's battle is either life or death, and they who are in a weak position must go all out.

Ho ho!

A roar like a beast king came out in the void of the sky, and the holy beast white tiger showed its power, making people feel the infinite pressure descending, and then, the snow-white figure rushed down, the snow-white sharp claws tore the void, Roaring towards the place where the crowd of the ancient martial arts sect gathered.

At this moment, in this world, the war begins.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, the terrifying collision sounds like rolling thunder, making the aura in this piece of heaven and earth extremely terrifying.

Ye Han is holding the Longquan Sword, surrounded by sword energy, the terrifying sword is slaughtering the masters of the ancient martial arts school, those who are not as good as him, even the ancient martial arts masters of the same level as him cannot stop his sword attack Enemy, at this moment, Ye Han gave full play to what it means to kill the same realm like a dog.

The great battle had just begun, and the ground had already been sprinkled with blood. All kinds of collisions sounded around, and figures fell one after another, including enemies and our own people.

"Ye Han, die!"

Suddenly, two figures burst towards Ye Han who was fighting. The two of them were like two bolts of lightning, and Ye Han was enveloped in a terrifying aura.

The two great generals under the Siberian Tiger, Bei Qiufeng and Ghost Servant, are two masters.

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Ye Han's eyes, Longquan sword swayed a dazzling sword energy, and greeted him without fear.

boom!

When the three of them collided for the first time, circles of invisible vigor swept across the surroundings. The three figures retreated, their faces flushed with flushes. Although Bei Qiufeng's realm was higher than Ye Han's, Ye Han His fighting power is not weaker than him at all. As for the ghost servant, although he is in the same realm as Ye Han, his force value is far behind.

"kill!"

A low growl came from Bei Qiufeng's mouth, and an extremely ferocious look flashed across his face. He almost lost his life in Xijiang Province. How could he swallow this bad breath without killing Ye Han? The shot, like a gust of wind, like lightning, appeared in front of Ye Han in an instant.

laugh!

A ray of sword light, like a ghost, pierced fiercely, strange and unpredictable, like a world-destroying spear, piercing through the void, and bursting out a dazzling sword light in front of Bei Qiufeng and the ghost servant. , as if to bury the two of them in it, the power is endless.

After this move, the three of them crossed each other, each with a sharp sword wound on Bei Qiufeng and the ghost servant, and Ye Han also forcibly endured the two punches, making his face even more serious rosy.

Two against one, in a state of even strength.

"Hmph, his life is mine." At this moment, a cold voice came from behind Ye Han, and then, Murong Hetu, who was holding the Overlord Spear, strolled over, and the terrifying coercion moved toward Ye Han. Overwhelming oppression overwhelmed the past. JrNovels.com