Chapter 916

"Kill me!" Huoyao gave an order, and the friars behind him took the lead in attacking, and immediately fought madly with muying and others.

Bang bang!!!

The sound of the collision of magic weapons is deafening, just like the sound of a golden dagger. All kinds of martial arts and secret arts collide in the air and burst out a bright light.

Just a moment later, the hundreds of wooden boats flew to the front, and the thousands of fire and gold monks on board joined the battle at the same time.

Mu Ying and others are like poor sheep, surrounded by countless lone wolves. The number difference between the two sides is too big. Hundreds of people fight against thousands of people. If it were not for Mu Ying's cultivation, the hundreds of monks of Mu clan would be slaughtered in an instant.

However, even if muying had the highest cultivation in Tibet, he was very hard under the siege of countless monks. He couldn't separate himself several times and watched his people be killed.

The fire released by the friars of the fire clan has the power of burning the sky. It directly burns the friars of the wood clan into coke, and the death is terrible.

The assassin's mace of the Jin monks is a powerful magic weapon. Their forging tools are particularly powerful, so their fighting power is also very terrible. When they put their hands on them, they kill them with swords and swords, which makes the flesh of the wood monks look like a sieve and full of holes.

Mu Ying's eyes were red. He yelled and kept on killing the Jin and Huo monks like ants. But even at such a violent speed, it was still difficult to break through.

Huoyao and jinbuliang, standing outside the battlefield and watching coldly, had no need to fight. They could kill a group of muying by relying on these thousands of monks.

"Let your people watch you die." Huoyao's eyes swept down and saw that the monks of the wood clan in the pure land all looked worried and stared at the empty battle. He felt very happy. He vented the anger of the fire clan's being attacked and killed by Jiang Feng on all the members of the wood clan to vent his anger.

"Huoyao and jinbuliang, if you two do this, it will cause great difficulties!" Muying yells angrily. Although he is old, his fighting power is still terrible. At this time, if he is mad, he will keep on fighting and fall a monk where he passes.

"Take care of yourself first. Now in front of you muying, it's hard to die, but you should be satisfied with me and the head of Jin clan seeing you off!" Fire Yao said coldly, eyes shout light twinkle.

"Xiaoqing, look for opportunities, look for Jiang Feng!" Wood shadow whispers to wood Xiaoqing.

"I see, patriarch." Xiaoqing returns to the road and approaches the edge of the battlefield under the cover of wood shadow.

After bearing the cost of several wounds, Xiaoqing finally came to the edge of the battlefield. When everyone didn't pay attention, he immediately called out the flying boat, stepped on it in an instant, and rushed to the distance immediately.

"No one is going to run away!" Huo Yao's eyes immediately locked Xiaoqing, and his body suddenly moved, and he flew directly to Xiaoqing.

Aware of the terrible power sweeping behind him, Xiaoqing was shocked. When she looked back, her eyes were full of horror.

Huoyao's whole body is surging with a terrible flame, but in an instant, it is approaching her. The breath from the other party makes her feel out of breath.

The oppression of the strong in the ruins is really terrible. It's like a magic. Even if huoyao doesn't have to fight, he can make Xiaoqing seriously injured.

"Huoyao, you have the ability to fight me!" Wood shadow controls a group of friars in front of him. The vitality of wood in his body is sweeping wildly, and the whole person is full of blue light.

"All trees wither and flourish!" Mu Ying suddenly opened his mouth and let out a burst of drink. His palm swung out and burst out with unparalleled vitality of wood. In the void, he interweaved into a huge net and covered the sky with fire.

"It's just the artistic conception of wood. You want to trap me, muying. Your accomplishments are too low!" Fire Yao disdains to spit a way, the heart reads fierce move, void suddenly appears a strong gas of killing.

I saw a sharp sword in full bloom. It was the fiery sword floating in the air!

However, there are only one of the seven fiery swords left. Those six swords have been destroyed by Jiang Feng. Otherwise, the seven fiery swords can be combined to produce a lethal power comparable to that of the prefecture level.

Thinking of this, Huo Yao's heart can't help but burst out a huge anger. There are only seven fiery swords left now. How can we not be angry.

"One handle is enough to deal with you, muying!" Huo Yao said confidently, and immediately one hand urged the vitality of fire, and then there was a force, through the void, straight to Huo lie sword.

In an instant, Huo Liejian was killed from the front to the blue light and shadow in the sky.

Boom!!!

A burst of sound came out from the void, and the blue light like a huge net broke into the air like ice. The energy ripple of the riot broke out, and the void in all directions set off a continuous wave of air.

Mu Ying's body was directly lifted out, and he was bleeding. His face was extremely pale. His cultivation, after all, was too low. He only knew the peak cultivation of Tibet.

But huoyao's cultivation is to reach the ruins. They are not different from each other by one heaven, but by one great realm, which is impossible to cross.

The "withered and prosperous wood" used by muying belongs to the artistic conception of understanding wood. However, with the split of fire sword, it shows the great difference between them in cultivation.

"Go When the wood shadow flies back out, still don't forget to shout to Xiaoqing, now only let Xiaoqing leave, can have a glimmer of life.

Xiaoqing immediately responded, with a decisive color in her eyes and a touch of hate. She turned around and ran away, exhausted all her strength, but her speed was still too slow.

Huoyao slowly turned around, a pair of cold eyes fell directly on Xiaoqing, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "in such a hurry, then I will send you on the road ahead of time!"

As the voice goes down, the fire moves the fire sword. Suddenly, it bursts into a bright light like the sun. It makes a screeching noise and cuts Xiaoqing with the speed of lightning.

Xiaoqing can't avoid this sword. Her cultivation is too weak. In the glare of the fire, she is like an insect. If she makes a sword, she will die!

"Xiaoqing!" Muying cried in horror, with a trembling tone. All the people of the Muzu in the pure land were scared to see this scene, and their hearts pounded.

Xiaoqing is also stunned on the spot. She wants to use her fighting skills to resist, but the vitality of wood can't work at this moment. It's like being stuck by a big hand and watching the sword come.

Whoosh!!!

At this time, a figure appeared in front of Xiaoqing like a ghost.

After this person appeared, Xiaoqing waited for a long time, but found that the sword, which was driven by huoyao, didn't hit him. It seemed that he didn't even have a sound.

Huoyao, jinbuliang, muying and so on... Everyone, at this time, looks at the place where Xiaoqing stands in disbelief.

In front of Xiaoqing, a very tall and straight figure stood on the void, holding the burning sword in his big hand.

no Not holding it, but holding it with two fingers!!