The sharp sword, like a tornado, swept to the official.

At this moment, the situation is very critical, Shangguanying has retreated to the wall, watching this sword spirit to penetrate her body, only to listen to the "bhum" to get a sound, a long string of pounding white halo, from the gauze of the sword burst out, directly and left only the sword spirit hit together...

The Bomb –

After the loud noise, the two forces finally cancel each other, and the left only of killing the red eyes did not give up, and once again took the sword to fight.

However, his footsteps had just taken a few steps, but he found that Shangguan Ying had disappeared in the same place.

A moment later, a fluctuation came from the air, and the left felt that the body was hit hard, and after the head was blank, the whole person turned his eyelids and fell to the ground.

In front of him, Shangguan Ying stood with a sword in his hand, and the other hand was shaped by a palm, stopping at the front of the left.

Seeing that the left only lost the ability to move, the chief of the officer took a breath, leaned over and fell into a coma left, just prepared to leave the battlefield, suddenly listened to his own crowd, I don't know who shouted: "Be careful——"

Shangguan Ying was stunned, suddenly felt a prick in his chest, only to see the left side in his arms, I don't know when he actually woke up, looked at himself with blood-red eyes, and a strange smile appeared on his mouth, the sword in his hand, stabbing himself without mercy...

"Little Wei, you..." Shang Guanying spit out a few words in shock, his body was soft, and then fell to the ground.

“The Elders!”

“The officer!”

The elders and disciples on the other side of the Qing Dynasty were shocked, and Ding did not regret that he stamped his foot and rushed over directly...

Su Mingyue laughed and said, “Do well, baby, take me over!”

The left only received the order, and did not say anything about holding up the official Ying and running to the side of the blood-sophistication.

"Inverse, don't quickly put down the old man!"

The furious Ding did not regret, like a strong wind hit the left only, his hands jerked the law, the voice just arrived, people have come to the left side, the hands launched a golden light, bombarded the left only body...

Hmmm –

Almost at the same time that Ding did not regret rushing over, Su Mingyue also entered the battlefield, seeing that Ding did not regret the spell was about to hit the left, she put a cold grunt in her mouth, directly drew a red light with one hand, and Ding did not regret the attack hit together.

With the obstruction of Su Mingyue, Zuo Wei successfully left out and brought Shangguan Ying to the blood-somatic crowd.

At this time, in the blood-sotro religion, two men and a woman wearing a blood-colored robe, each holding a legal device, ran to the position of Ding not regret.

The ethereal people saw this scene, their eyebrows were frowned, although he was extremely reluctant to take care of the death of Guanying and Ding, but he was born as the leader of a faction, so many disciples watching, they are always not good to see the elders of this school to see death and not to save... helpless, only to Lin Kun and Lu talk and laugh and give orders: "Old Lin, Elder Lu, why do you still worry?Don’t go to help!”

Lu talked and laughed without saying anything, and took out a golden plantain from his body and stepped into the battle group.

“Women are trouble!”Lin Kun snorted coldly, some unpleasantly, but after Lu talked and laughed, rushed out.

With Lin Kun and Lu talking and laughing to join, originally caught in three dozen one, almost by the drug hand Ding did not regret a lot of ease, finally able to single-minded and Su Mingyue fighting method.

And the blood-sotrophilic teacher that man and woman, is also very tacit understanding of Lin Kun and Lu talk and laugh.

Seeing that the four elders of the Qing faction had all entered the battle, the blood-poisoned religion was finally moved, and then there was the battle between the gate leaders.

"The ethereal chief, since these juniors have already fought, we who are elders can almost warm up, right?"In the blood-sotro religion, a young man looked at the upper Qing school and said with a cold smile.

The ethereal person snorted coldly and said, "Wang Anan, we have been fighting for so many years in the Qing school and your blood-somatic teachings, and I did not expect that you would not be dead."When the leader of the week was in office, he never destroyed you.This time, it’s up to me to walk the path of heaven!”

Wang Annan smiled and said, “Hey, it’s up to you?”Even Zhou Wenlong can't help me, where are you confident?"

The ethereal people did not speak, and suddenly gave off a powerful breath, which burst out of the body and swept the fallen leaves on the ground.

Wang Annan's disdainful expression changed in an instant, he opened his mouth and cried in surprise: "You... you actually reached the realm of the heavenly teacher?"

“Shit!Do you think I’ve been eating white food for so many years?If you have not reached the realm of the heavenly teacher, how can you be qualified to become the leader of the upper Qing school!”The ethereal man sneered and said, "Now, I am going to complete the unfinished business of Zhou Hand, and kill you this demon!"

Wang Annan's face was gloomy, gritted his teeth and drank: "Anyone can say big words!"I want to see if you have that!”

After saying this, Wang Annan waved his arms and ordered all the blood-sotrophilists to attack, and he also galloped toward the position of ethereal people.

The ethereal person read a word, a mouth, from the inside spit out three slaps big small sword, a burst of light flashed, these three small swords began to grow at the speed of the naked eye, soon became the size of the normal sword.The ethereal man pointed with both hands, and at the same time as the man jumped out, the three swords floated in the air and stabbed the past in the direction of Wang Annan.

Seeing the ethereal people firing, the disciples on the side of the upper Qing school did not hesitate, took out their respective legal tools, and the blood-sophisticated teachers became a group.

For a time, all kinds of light flashed here, the peach wood swords flew in the sky, the elders were on the elders, the leader was the leader, the disciples were the disciples, and the dogfight was imminent, so it was not fierce...

However, if someone pays careful attention at this time, it will be found that there is another bald old man on the other side of the poison religion, sitting on the ground and closing his eyes, and there seems to be no intention of shooting at all.

Next to him, he was lying on his side, seriously injured, unconscious, and left-handed.

Who is this old man?