The beautiful girl looked into the distance, sighed, and said loudly: "Brothers of the Thick Earth Flag, when will they not leave now?"

The arrow suddenly stopped, and the Huang family's father and daughter breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the girl in confusion, and suddenly heard Guo Fu screaming "ah".

The Huang family and daughter were scared and suddenly felt that they tightened their feet and their ankles tightened. Several important acupoints on their feet were locked, and several powerful forces pulled them down to the ground.

Huang Yaoshi looked down and saw several hands drilling out of the hard ground, catching everyone's ankles. He roared angrily, jumped up hard, and thumped a few times. The people underground were taken out of the ground, but the hands were still clasped on their legs like iron pliers. After only half a foot of the jump, they fell to the ground again.

Huang Yaoshi was furious, and he became brave. His sword fell with his hands, and several blood columns were marked. Several people screamed in pain. Several hands with broken wrists were still pressed toward their ankles, and it took them a long time to fall.

Huang Rong knew very well that this was the life and death of the family, so she followed her example. She swept the sword and arched the heads of the people who were arched from the ground. Each of them had a sword, and blood and brains flowed together. After a few shrill screams, the people were dead thousands of underground. In a moment, everyone underground was dealt with. The Huang father and daughter looked at each other and were shocked. She never dreamed that there were so many strange people in the Ming Cult.

The Ming scholars saw that they were all shocked by the fact that each of them carried at least a few lives. They were all demon kings who could not blink, but they could not help but be shocked when they saw this scene.

The beautiful girl had murderous intent in her eyes. The Five Elements Flag was her and her master's most capable assistant in the Ming Cult. At this moment, many elites died miserably and were furious. They no longer had any worries in their hearts and shouted: "Fire Flag, burn them to death."

The members of the Fire Flag saw that their brothers were poisoned and their eyes were about to break. Dozens of people holding dark outsiders rushed to Huang Yaoshi and others for a moment, surrounding them. However, several members of the Ming Cultivate pressed on the iron tube, and a few wisps of liquid sprayed out. One person lit the rocket, intending to ignite the fire and burn it.

At this moment, a few extremely sloppy carvings came from the sky.

At the critical moment of life and death, Huang Rong couldn't help but feel shocked when she heard the sound of the eagle, and quickly looked up at the divine eagle in the air.

The Divine Eagle rushes to attack, and several sects of the tragic roars were heard one after another, but they saw that they could no longer survive. With the faint moonlight, everyone saw one of them jumping out of the back of the arrogant eagle.

The phantom was faint, as if he had been there all the time. Huang Yaoshi smiled happily and said unsurely: "Little brother, I'll leave it to you here."

Li Haoran was in a very dangerous situation and did not answer. He unsuccessfully unsuccessfully swords were unscathed, and his feet were stomping on the slightest steps of the Lingbo, and his shouts were heard constantly. He turned around and more than twenty members of the Fire Flame Flags that besieged Huang Yaoshi fell to the ground and his throat was bleeding. These people did not die immediately, but were wailing on the ground for a long time before they died.

Huang Yaoshi killed countless people in his life. After this incident, he had already regarded the Ming Cult as his life's enemy. However, when he saw such a tragic scene, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, thinking that this son was too murderous.

Blood dripped from the tip of the heavy sword, shining with a charming light under the moonlight. He said calmly: "It's good that it's too late, otherwise I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."

When Guo Jing saw Li Haoran's eyes, his concern finally came to abstain. He was getting braver as he fought. He slapped the eighteen palms of the dragon, and the dragon-shaped energy shocked the two of them to retreat.

Li Haoran looked at the girl and found that she was Li Ningyan. He really didn't expect that she would be so cruel, and she was angry and hatred. He ordered the Divine Eagle to guard Huang Yaoshi and others, and he rushed up and burst out with anger. He shot out from the six-mere divine swords in his right hand through Zhangyuan. The sword energy was like lightning, and several scholars were killed immediately after being killed.

The beautiful girl looked at Li Haoran, who had transformed into a Shura envoy, bit her silver teeth, and shouted angrily: "Everyone comes together and breaks them into pieces." After saying that, she rushed up, as if she wanted to entangle him for a moment, and then killed all Huang Yaoshi and others who had exhausted oil and had dried up, and then took down the chaos blade.

Li Haoran knew her meaning, but he was unparalleled in the world in light skills and did not fight with Li Ningyan. He was floating in his figure and was specifically targeting ordinary culprits. Li Ningyan then chased him closely, but he was always unable to catch up.

The Ming Cultists rely on the strange weapons, and even if they meet Guo Fu and others, they are not right, let alone people at the level of Li Haoran.

The Ming Cult was crowded with each other, and all kinds of weapons were about to hit him, but he slipped away like a loach, which hurt many of his family members. The fire, sharp gold, and several magic weapons of the flood flag were useless. During the meal, he had already killed more than 70 or 80 people, and his arms and legs were broken on the ground. Some scholars had blood and brain plasma flowed out, and they were mixed with red and white, and they died in a very miserable way.

Li Haoran deeply hated the Ming Cult's vicious plan, and his subordinates showed no mercy. He swept across the heavy sword and slashed straight, invincible and unrivaled. The Ming Cult fell one by one. The quiet night was broken by the tragic roars one after another, and the broken limbs on the ground were like hell.

After Li Haoran cut off a head with a sword, he felt a pain in his back, and the coldness was like falling into an ice cave, and he couldn't help but shiver. He felt angry and suddenly turned around and found that this person was the one who was fighting with Guo Jing.

He stretched out his finger and Shao Shang's sword technique shot out. The man was delighted. He didn't expect that someone could still make a move after being hit by his "ice palm". Suddenly, he saw that the sword energy was like lightning, and his heart was as shocked as death. He raised his body, and his hair was cut by the sword energy. Finally, he responded to the extraordinary speed, otherwise he would be penetrated.

Li Haoran hated this person deeply, and the "Shao Shang Sword Technique" was repeatedly pointed out. This sword technique was magnificent and magnificent. Every sword stabbed out, it was a shocking momentum and the wind and rain were tremendous.

The man was beaten to the point where he was in a mess. Fortunately, he was quick to have his body movements. Li Haoran fired five swords in a row, and he avoided them with the last sword. At the critical moment of life and death, no face was as important as life, and the man had no choice but to roll off the ground.

Li Haoran roared sharply, bent his thumb, pointed out his index finger, and used the "Shangyang Sword Technique". The sword force of the "Shangyang Sword Technique" is not as grand as the "Shaoshang Sword Technique", but it is light and quick but far away. His index finger moves, and he stabs out one sword after another, making the sword fast and incompetent. He relies on his wrist to retract the sword, but no matter how fast it is, there are always several feet of distance. He uses his index finger to move the invisible sword energy, but his fingers are just turning within a few inches. It is so convenient to poke it bit by bit.

The man rolled a few times, and did his best in his life. At this moment, countless sword energy hit the air and could no longer hide. At this moment, he heard the clanging sound. Li Haoran saw that it was Li Ningyan who drew his sword and caught it, so he retracted it with his right hand, pointing his sword but not sending it out. At this moment, she heard her anxiously using the technique of "sending the sound into secret": "Cousin, hurry up and get out the sword and hurt me."

Li Haoran suddenly realized that the "Shangyang Sword Technique" used several swords in a row. The invisible sword was as powerful as a terrifying foe, tearing through the sky, and Yu Lai towards Li Ningyan. After a few swords came down, Li Ningyan was forced to dodge and avoid it.

Suddenly, the long sword in her hand was cut off by the invisible sword energy, and turned into about twenty or thirty pieces, flying into the air, the setting sun shone, and a little white light flashed. Then it made a sound, and the sword was like lightning, pointing to her eyebrows. Only the sound of the pounce was heard, but the man on the ground stood up and blocked it with his arms. He groaned and said loudly: "Saint Aunt, this person is amazing. I will cut off the back. You can leave quickly."

Li Ningyan said in shock: "Left envoy, how can this be done?"

Zuo Jung said angrily: "Can we fight against his invisible sword energy? If you escape one by one, you will avenge this bloody revenge in the future."

Li Ningyan felt mixed emotions, and jumped back, raised the magic flag in her hand and shouted decisively: "Retreat."

More than a hundred people left the battlefield one after another. Their faces were tragic and solemn, staring at the initiator with hatred. Although they were defeated, they retreated in an orderly manner. Some church members took the lead. More than 30 church members with black scarves looked at Geng Geng Geng with spray drums in their hands. Li Haoran knew that they were the flood flags in the Ming Cult, and the iron tubes in their hands were full of poisonous water with gold fossils. Although he was not afraid of swords, fists and palms, he was really afraid of this thing and would never dare to try it. He could only watch them leave. As for the left, the left envoy in Li Ningyan's speech was too lazy to deal with it. Judging from their expressions, the left envoy seemed to be very protective of Li Ningyan. Thinking of her as her cousin, he no longer had the heart to break Li Ningyan's power.

He said calmly: "You go, there are too many people who have died. Tell your leader, I, Li Haoran, will never be a rebel. You can do whatever you want. As long as you don't mess with me, I won't care about your business."

Li Ningyan looked at Li Haoran from a distance and felt very sad. Although she had been looking forward to Li Haoran coming back soon and he came, she left a corpse. She burst into tears and said, "If you are the master, I will definitely bring back the Ming Cult. But I remember the hatred today, I will remember it."

Li Haoran waved his hand, too lazy to pay attention to it. Guo Jing clapped his hands several times, making his opponent unaware of his life and death, and he did not go deep into the killer. He ran over.

He looked at it intently and saw countless broken limbs and broken arms left below the ground, blood flowing like a river, and his heart was trembling. Seeing this scene, he was shocked. Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing, and Huang Rong traveled through the martial arts world for their entire lives, and had never seen such a murderous scene. Everyone felt numb.

The moonlight was like water, and the ground was covered with blood red, the bodies were in a mess, the broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and the breeze blew, everyone was smart in their hearts. I wonder if this was the Shura slaughterhouse or the hell on earth, but I was afraid there would be no such tragic signs in the eighteen levels of hell.

Guo Fu's face was pale and trembling. Seeing Li Haoran's eyes full of fear, the breeze brought a scent of blood, she could no longer bear it, and she couldn't help but vomit out "wow", even vomiting out the overnight meal. She was weak all over and fell in Huang Rong's arms, and she never dared to look at the ground again.

Duan Susu and the other two had arrived. They saw Li Haoran showing their power just now, but did not help, but were just alerting the outside world. Duan Susu's face was pale and her eyes were bright. She never expected that Li Haoran would become like a murderous devil. At this time, under the influence of Guo Fu, everyone was about to vomit and quickly used the mysterious skill. It took a long time to recover as before.

Li Haoran deeply hated the evil spirit of the Ming Cult. Under the nameless fire, killing people was unconscious. At this time, he woke up and couldn't help but be stunned by his masterpiece. He couldn't dream of believing that this tragic scene was caused by his own hands, and he was speechless for a long time.

Looking at the black iron heavy sword that could not stop bleeding and Duan Susu with pale face, Li Haoran felt extremely tired and felt tired from his heart.
Chapter completed!