Tempered Immortal

He walked for about another cup of tea, and suddenly, the big man's eyes squinted and his face looked a little heavy.

“Brother, what's wrong? ”

The voice of the brainless teenager fell, and the voices of the broken sky entered his ears. The red light flashed, and several flying knives came from afar.

A few blocks away, the power has left several people cold.

“Extreme Spiritual Device! ”

The big man's voice sounded like a dream. It would not be an ordinary disciple to own such treasures. I didn't expect to encounter hardship just after entering the mountain.

Though his heart was faint, his response was not slow, and he immediately sacrificed an axe-like apparatus, turning it into a ray of flutter and greeting it upside down.

And the four of them were not idle. They pulled out the spirit apparatus and attacked from the side.

However, their fix was unbearable, and the Avatar had nothing to show for it, and the five enemies fell quickly into the downwind.

After a few rounds, the blood glistened, and the big man was actually split in half by the stiffness.

“Brother! ”

Other people's eyes flashed with sorrow, but fears were more numerous, there was no will to fight, and they fled.

“Humph, want to go, dream! ”

A woman dressed in red revealed a hint of irony at the corner of her mouth, her hands lit up, the flying knife trembled lightly, the sound of the broken sky became more and more sharp, the blood splashed, none of the four were spared, all meteorized, and her soul returned to the land.

“Humph, these repairs, even dare to come to my Ning family tiger shave, do not have the strength, there is more than death. ”

The woman in red turned and disappeared from the spot to hunt down other invading monks.

And just a few miles away, in the other mountain, three Ning disciples in yellow shirts, standing on their backs, a beard circulated, wolf, destined to drive the psychic instrument in their hands.

However, it didn't work. There were not only seven of them, but they were stronger and weaker than they were, and now they're just cat rats.

After seeing that the three Ning disciples had become strong crossbows, the vicious old man slapped a storage bag across the street and sacrificed a great ghost face.

“Go!”

This old finger, the ghost face immediately pounded forward, a big mouth, swallowed a Ning disciple, chewed up.

The other two suffered from severe chills, combined with the death of a companion, and the pressure increased dramatically.

Not for a moment, it was also destroyed by each other, and the soul returned to the land.

……

And this kind of killing battle between each other, right now, is happening all over Mount Thunder, hundreds of miles around, and there's a lot of blood everywhere.

Wrongful souls everywhere, miserable!

And this is just the beginning, the battle between the lower order brothers, cannot dictate the battle. After a few hours, the masters of both sides finally couldn't hold down and began the first wave of contact.

Strictly speaking, it is probationary. However, the struggle between the brothers during the cottage period is naturally very different. As soon as Fabao emerges, although it cannot be said that the heavens and the earth have changed color for them, within a few miles of the circle, they are also stirred up. If the lower brothers are unable to escape, they are likely to be involved, even the afterwaves, enough to return their souls to the land.

For the attacking party, the victory is well manned, however, the Leiyin Mountains have been operating for thousands of years, and the various restraint layers are endless, relying on the formation method, but the wind is not in the slightest. If no accident occurs, it will be a tough war of consumption.

However, as a result, Lin Xuan Wan did not want to see it. He could easily subjugate the family. How could he make it suffer heavy losses? As the saying goes, shooting people first, catching thieves first to capture the king, it is time to do it himself, and by the way, let the demon's prestige rise.

Mindful of this, Lin Xuan asked the demon to admonish Ning Wanshan for a few words, and he turned into a mung and broke into the sky.

Cangyue Peak, about 50 miles from the main summit altar of Leiyin Mountain, the mountains are steep, this is the location of the four branches of Ning family.

Ning family stretched for a thousand years, divided into seven veins, four rooms for nearly a hundred years, although people were not prosperous, they had long faded, but the saying is that a hundred bugs, dead without rigidity, there is more or less some underlying.

Although they had no say at all in this homeowners' struggle, the declining fourth house still had three elders of the cottage period and some 100 disciples of the foundation period.

At this moment, however, the four houses are on the Peak of the Moon, but the wind and rain are shaking, and the restraining array is likely to be broken at any moment.

There are not many enemies, only dozens of them, but the two headed by the famous giant monster, Shuangxiong.

The two brothers, acting strangely and unpredictably, are even better at dividing into joint strikes. Since their departure, the thousands of brothers who have died under their command have become homicidal, and sometimes even mortals have not let go, truly and truly infamously far-reaching.

“Master, what should we do now?” A skinny foundational monk opened his face white, not just him, almost all four disciples, fearful, the enemy offensive too fierce, and his fame too daunting.

“Send a note, like a master altar call for help.” The chief of the four branches, an old man with a dark face, looked at the shaky light and said in silence.

“Yes!”

Several disciples immediately rubbed their hands, sounding like a message from the outside world.

However, the fire flashed a few times and just flew dozens of miles before being shot down by the other party. These guys intend to get caught in the urn and naturally won't give the other party a chance to call for help.

The look on the face of the black-faced old man got uglier, and at this moment, a shocking loud noise came, and there was a shout inside, and the banned battle had been broken.

“Hmm, the Nings are so famous, so that's all. ”

A dull smile entered his ear. The old man with a dark face looked up at him with a stiff expression. He saw more than a dozen long places, and two monks were pounding.

This is a pair of twin brothers who look ugly... no, it should be horrible.

Tall, skinny, bloodless face, protruding forehead, but deep recesses in the eyes make you feel like a skeleton zombie.

“Shuang Hung of the Yao clan?” The old man took a breath of cool air and had to turn around and look at his side. The original four also had three elders in the cottan period, but the brother and sister led the patrol outside, otherwise there was not a single effort at first. As for now, he sighed... the best adjective is loneliness.

In addition to Shuangxiong, there are dozens of foundational monks, who are also playing with the four-room disciple Ping Pong.

Without the formation method as a cover, the four monks mostly fell downwind, and in just a few rounds, the disciples had five steps of blood splashed.

An anger flashed in the eyes of the black-faced old man, but he also knew that nothing could be done. He whispered: "Pass on the order, so that the disciples do not have to fight to die, and suddenly return to the main altar after a good chance, and the gentleman will revenge not later than ten years. ”

“Yes!”

The disciple was destined to go, and he himself rose to greet him like Shuangxiong of the Shi clan.

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