Chapter 801

The people's eyes went away with the inverted figure of the big goat, and then they gathered their eyes again to the original battlefield.

At the place where the war just started, the old man in white stood proudly in the void and didn't even step back.

In contrast, the big goat was hit by a move, and looked at his spitting blood, obviously injured.

"The grandmaster is mighty." behind the old man in white, a group of people had a great morale. Just now, the haze of elder martial brother Zhao was swept away, and even many disciples seemed to wave to themselves when they saw a lot of wealth.

On the side of Qingtian sword sect, many people suddenly felt that big goat is the top combat power of Qingtian sword sect. Even he was blown away by the other party. How strong is the opponent?

In my own memory, no matter the guild leader, his part, or Murong Bojia, their accomplishments are not much different. Even if there is a gap, there is no gap to fly with one move.

Qin Shihu approached Song Fei and said in a low voice, "guild leader, the war dragged on too long. It's bad for us. After all, it's adjacent to white snow city. The magic power of ghost immortals is unpredictable. It seems that immortal tools will be used to suppress it."

"Second uncle, I understand." Song Fei nodded.

Qin Shihu's words didn't convey sound. Naturally, they were caught by the other party. The old man in White said to the other two old men, "old man, it seems that in addition to their bodies, we can also share their immortal tools."

"Hehe, I've been thinking about Murong Bojia's Fairy weapon for a long time." the old man in black smiled faintly.

The old man in yellow said, "no matter how many fairy weapons, let's count them slowly after we get them. This is the junction of Jiangzhou city and white snow city. I don't want to rob the body with others after killing."

"It's time to make a quick decision." the old man in White said faintly, "I don't want to wait so as not to have a long dream at night."

A dark shadow shot from the distance again, and an angry roar rang through the world: "old and immortal, take a punch from me."

The big goat is suffering from severe physical pain, but his body is recovering rapidly. After all, his physical activity has reached an inhuman level. The injury that ordinary people can't heal is very fast on the big goat.

With a fist all over his body and a thunderous sound, the big goat came to the three old men in the twinkling of an eye, and the iron fist went straight to the throat of the old man in white. If this fist was hit, I'm afraid he would hate the old man in white with his terrorist strength.

"I don't want to waste my time." the old man in White said faintly. A black iron bar appeared in his hand, and then stabbed the big goat's fist.

On the black iron bar, the dark luster seems to condense into essence, giving full play to the extremely dazzling black luster, and the darkness seems to devour everything.

Many people's pupils suddenly shrunk, and two words involuntarily emerged in their mind: Immortal tool.

"Boom!" the huge physical force and the terrible Yin force made a violent roar, like the collision of two huge metal mountains, dull and harsh.

Not surprisingly, the goat flew backwards again, and this time, it was undoubtedly more seriously injured.

A figure appeared behind the big goat and dragged him back. It was Song Fei's golden body.

On the side of Qingtian sword sect, everyone's eyes focused on Song Fei. They had long waited for Song Fei's order to form an array to jointly fight the enemy.

Facing such a strong enemy, it is more terrible than Murong Bojia.

What's more terrible is that the old man in white talks and laughs with two other old men who are equally old. Obviously, they are strong men with the same strength. Although neither of the two old men has made a move, they have turned them into strong men of the same level. They have no confidence in such a powerful enemy.

Hold the flying sword tightly, and everyone is ready. The fighting spirit of Qingtian sword sect has been completely rooted in the hearts of the people. Unless Song Fei orders to escape, no one will shrink back, even if they encounter real death.

"Guild leader, we'll cover your escape." Qin Shihu has consulted with many people. Everyone has puppet dolls that can be resurrected, but everyone knows that the premise of having puppet dolls is that the guild leader can't die. Puppet doll is invalid for guild leader.

They just want to intercept three old people who are so terrible. They have no bottom in their hearts. They usually communicate a lot with the big goat, because there are puppet dolls, and sometimes they don't spare any strength to fight, so they know the strength of the big goat very well.

Moreover, with the power of the big goat, the cultivation of the other party can not be detected. Therefore, we can see how powerful the other party is.

Many people have stood up according to the array. They just wait for Song Fei to give an order so that they can rush up and drag down the strong enemy.

With firm eyes and unyielding fighting spirit, the whole Qingtian sword sect has been united into one, and its strong fighting spirit has soared into the sky, making everyone on the other side look at it.

"Eh, it's funny. It's funny that even though they know they will die, they still have such a strong sense of war. These people are really made of iron." the old man in white laughed.

"Guild leader?!" behind Song Fei, a group of people saw that Song Fei had not responded. They were still thinking and shouted anxiously.

It was as if the cry of the crowd woke Song Fei. Song Fei looked up and showed a bright smile like sunshine "Sorry, I was just thinking that with the increase of souls in our income, the original soul taking flags are obviously not enough. These three old and immortal are experts in Mahayana realm. I have to install them with a new soul taking flag. I wanted to use fairy soul taking flags, but I don't want the fun to be too expensive. We can't afford it."

Hearing Song Fei's self talk, all the people of Qingtian sword sect were stunned.

Accept... These three old people don't die?

Although we know that the guild leader has always been courageous, these three old people are too powerful.

The old man waited behind him. Hearing Song Fei's crazy words to himself and his words to others, he burst into laughter one by one.

"Hahaha, their sect leader is so funny that he wants to install three ancestors with Dementor flags."

"Ha ha, I was scared silly by our ancestors, which led to nonsense."

"Maybe I saw that I had no hope of survival and thought that this would scare us away. I can only say that the leader of the gang is too childish."

The three old men smiled and showed a faint contemptuous smile. The old man in yellow smiled and said, "take out your soul taking flag. I want to see how you can put me in."

"I'm really in a hurry. I won't talk to you anymore." Song Fei said faintly, and a flame rose quietly in his palm.

The people of Yang nationality such as Yangxia mountain on one side suddenly showed a strong excitement when they saw the flame. As the head of Yang nationality, Yangxia mountain jumped up regardless of his identity and said excitedly: "cyan flame, it's cyan flame."