Immortal Demon Chapter 239: Liu An Hua Ming You 1 Village (1)

"Leader of Wind, don't lose your mind. Focus on breaking through. He is a master of Dzogchen in the Yuanying stage. He is absolutely different from the ordinary Yuanying. You can't kill him. Don't fall in love with him." Tian Xiao glanced at the red eyes. Feng Xing Shu, who seemed to have lost his reason, turned into ten, and also topped the forefront with Feng Xing Shu, taking over the position of Feng Hen and Feng Qianzhen's forward.

However, it was already a bit difficult for them to break through at this time. The fifty Yuan Ying ancestors in front of them blocked the attack, and they added Tian Xiao themselves, and there were only six Yuan Ying ancestors left, which is equivalent to one person having to fight ten. Yes, Zhou Tian’s Star Fighting Array still has only half of its effect. It can’t kill them. It’s more miserable than Zhao Mingkong’s one-to-five one-to-five. Moreover, the opponent also has a master of Yuan Ying stage Dzogchen, if it is not for the star light pillar, it can still have half defense. They have been besieged and killed long ago.

"Not good! Don't be within 150 meters of the Master Tianxiao, his Yuanshen mood is so wide! It's weird!" The one next to him wanted to escape to the rear and attack Fengrui and the others. The ancestor of Yuan Ying was instantly enveloped by the Yuanshen mood that Tian Xiao suddenly released. Although he had a headache and hurriedly withdrew from the scope of Tian Xiao’s mood, he still got out of the gods and was caught by the ancestor Zi Ding next to him. The magic sword pierced from the ground, breaking his defensive cover instantly, and cutting off his entire right foot.

"Hmph! Performing the Daoist technique in front of the ancestor Zi Ding is simply an axe and overpowering!" The patriarch of the tiger clan had a good opportunity to break the defensive cover by the filthy soil magic sword in the ancestor of Yuan Ying, it was a good opportunity. The spear of the dragon and tiger hit the ancestor of Yuanying, blasting his head directly, and finally killed a master of Yuanying.

But the patriarch of the tiger clan was too impulsive and too eager to kill the enemy. One did not defend well. Suddenly, nearly thirty Nascent Soul techniques were mixed with the blue mist and attacked into the starlight pillar from his direction, although he was caught by the starlight pillar Most of the power has been lost, but the total power of the thirty Nascent Soul Techniques is still amazing. The Nascent Soul ancestors in the Starlight Pillar can still protect themselves, but the cultivators below the Nascent Soul are miserable.

No one paid attention to the "little soldiers" during the crisis. Shangguanqian, Ouyang Yan, and Han Nandi were directly affected by the two Nascent Soul Dao techniques that were the first to suffer, and several total diamond winds during the enlightenment period were also directly killed. Even Feng Rui had no one to protect. Feng Xing Su killed Wujue Dao Zun with red eyes. Only the honest Peng Wudi rushed towards Feng Rui. At the moment of crisis, he directly opened his Peng Wings and protected Feng Rui. Within the two wings, the result was that he himself was directly exploded into a wing by three consecutive Yuan Ying Dao skills, and his whole body was vaguely thrown to the rear.

But even if he was blown out and flew out, he still waved his remaining left wing, honestly wanting to continue to help Fengrui resist.

The ancestor Zi Ding glanced here, sighed, his eyes flashed, and two stone walls densely covered with runes turned out in an instant, helping Fengrui and Peng Invincible to block the rest. The aftermath of Taoism.

"Invincible!" Feng Rui cried bitterly, and flew to Peng Wudi's side, trembling and hurriedly fed the pill into his mouth.

Peng Wudi directly coughed out a mouthful of shattered internal organs. The simple and honest Peng's eyes were still staring behind Fengrui, his wings spread, but he couldn't lift it anymore, and fell to the ground feebly, only remaining His eyes were still staring at Feng Rui's back.

While everyone was paying attention to the flaws that appeared on the side of the tiger clan chief, suddenly, for some unknown reason, the entire east city wall began to quake, and then a huge crack appeared in the ground, and the entire east city wall fell down. "Swallow."

Until "Boom!", the entire east city wall was completely lowered by a hundred meters, flush with the ground, and it seemed to have fallen to the bottom of the crack.

However, Feng Rui and others just stood firm in the earthquake, but suddenly two blue mists emerged from the ground, drilled out of the city wall, and instantly encircled the most front wind star, and then burst into the sky. The sword qi stabs the wind stars madly.

Before Feng Xing Su had time to react, Wujue Dao Zun also changed his shape and came directly to Feng Xing Su, and countless green fireballs appeared directly in front of him. Because the two were too close, All directly hit the chest of Fengxingsu.

Feng Xingsu roared mournfully, and the Blood Tu whisk swept towards Wujue Dao Venerable. Each thread suddenly seemed to weigh 10,000 jin. It directly swept half of Wujue Dao Venerable’s arm to pieces, and Wujue Dao Zun swept up and flew.

But this comes at a price, because one of the two soaring sword auras pierced the defensive cover of Fengxingsu, and the other directly smashed Fengxingsu in half.

Next, one of the Biwu directly grabbed Xu Tu Fuchen, and the other grabbed Wujue Dao Zun, snorted under the attack of Tian Xiao's artistic conception, and then escaped three hundred meters away.

"Haha, the earthquake magic pill that the saint rewards us is indeed a miraculous effect. This whisk is really to my liking. I have never encountered a tenth-grade magical weapon with extreme killing before. It is a pity that you lack a defense. The tenth-grade magic weapon of, so we can only die in the hands of the three of us.” One of the bald cultivators immediately laughed arrogantly as he looked at the Blood Tu Fuchen in his hands.

The other cultivator only put Wujue Dao Zun next to him, and then looked at Tian Xiao solemnly.

"Father!" Feng Rui was taking care of the seriously injured Peng Wudi. He turned his head to see that his father was attacked and died. For a while, he was directly stunned. Scenes of the past appeared before his eyes. Tears are like broken wires.

Suddenly Fengrui stood up directly, her eyes filled with tears like Qiu Shui cut her eyes, jumped out of the beam of light, and strode towards the two cultivators who sneaked on the wind stars: "I'm going to kill you!! You despicable people!!"

"Careful! They are the remaining two Yuanying stage Dzogchens of Yu Juexing!" The patriarch of the Tiger clan turned his head and shouted, but with dozens of Yuanying Taoisms, he was once again distracted. Opportunities all attacked him, and his roar turned into a scream~IndoMTL.com~Tsk, this little lady is pretty pretty, but is she stupid? Come to die? Gee. "The bald-headed cultivator holding the Xuetu Fuchen grinned and watched Feng Rui's red eyes rushing over, and suddenly raised his hand, a ten-meter-long sword qi slashed towards Feng Rui, trying to split Fengrui's sword into pieces. Two halves.

At this moment, Tian Xiao, Zi Ding ancestors, etc. are all entangled by the remaining Nascent Infant ancestors, and they are also in danger. The tiger clan chief was killed just now, and there is no room for distraction on the battlefield. , There was no way to save Fengrui. At this moment, a huge single-winged figure with blood covered in blood, and strength from nowhere, once again blocked Fengrui's front.

"Oh!..." The Third Under Heaven sighed slowly.

"Hehe, there is this kind of fool who blocks the sword for others? What a strange pair, I will make you all together." The bald cultivator smiled grimly but was not moved at all. Instead, he waved his hand again and added cruelly again. A surge of sword energy soaring to the sky crossed towards Fengrui and Peng Invincible.

"Stop! Dare to hurt my disciple!"

At this moment, another person appeared in front of Peng Wudi, dressed in a black robe, with a cold face, two narrow eyes swept toward the bald cultivator with extreme coldness.