Batian Martial Soul

Jin Haoyu and Wu Feng suddenly felt that they might have made a big mistake in choosing to be Ling Xiao's enemy.

Jin Haoyu's body was trembling as he thought of Long Yun behind Ling Xiao.

Maybe some people were afraid of Ling Xiao because of Long Yun, but he felt that once Ling Xiao grew up, he might be a more terrifying existence than Long Yun.

If he were the director of the War Academy, he would rather surrender.

Even if it is embarrassing, it doesn't matter, but the War General Institute cannot be ruined in his hands like this.

Now is a good opportunity to surrender, and Ling Xiao will definitely accept his sentiment.

But it's a pity that he is not the dean of the War Academy. He is not qualified to surrender at all. How can the dean in Central Continent admit his mistake to a boy in the Shenyun realm?

"Ugh……"

With a long sigh, Jin Haoyu closed his eyes. He felt a sense of sadness and sadness that he had never felt before. Perhaps, a terrible magic box had been opened, and what followed would be a nightmare.

Compared with him, although Wu Feng was also shocked, he was a little unimpressed.

Even though the blow just now was extremely powerful, he could also see that the blow cost Ling Xiao a lot and it was impossible to use it all the time, so in the end, Ling Xiao was still inevitably dead.

"What are you doing standing still? You don't think he can use that move continuously, do you?" Wu Feng said coldly: "Don't embarrass the Zhan Zhan Academy and the Five Poison Hands! You are people from the War Temple and the Hell Hand. There’s nothing I can do about it, so I might as well die!”

As if being stimulated.

The remaining warriors of the Temple of War have become more ferocious. They seem to have forgotten their fear. They have seen opponents more terrifying than Ling Xiao, and they have never flinched, and they will not flinch today!

Ling Xiao frowned. If the opponent was afraid, he would naturally win faster. However, Wu Feng's words made these people regain their composure, and the difficulty increased a lot.

"Kill those people with all your strength, and then go help the Temple of War."

Only two people from Hell's Hand have died so far, and their combat power is still relatively complete.

Although the Blood Crocodile Puppet, Mu Qingping and others blocked the entrance of the hall, preventing them from taking advantage of their numerical advantage, the opponent could not hold on for long.

Some of the killers looked at the roof, and then rushed up. Since they couldn't attack from the front, they walked from the roof, and then attacked from the front and back.

As long as the formation of Momo and others is broken, with their strength and number, it will be easy to kill Momo's group.

"Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly there was a series of loud noises, and dozens of Hell Hand killers who had climbed onto the roof were blown to pieces.

A huge skylight was also blown out of the entire hall, and the roof was almost completely shattered.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you. When I came here, I put some things on the roof."

Ling Xiao turned around and smiled.

"mean!"

Wu Feng cursed.

At this time, at least more than fifty people were killed by the Hand of Hell, which was more than the number of people lost by the War Temple.

Even warriors at the peak of the divine power realm are only flesh and blood after all, and they simply cannot bear such a terrifying explosion.

"I'm despicable? Old man Wu Feng, do you have the nerve to say that? With so many people surrounding us, you still call me despicable?"

Ling Xiao sarcastically said: "I have never seen such a shameless person like you."

"Humph!"

Wu Feng snorted coldly and said, "Your gunpowder is just a one-time device. I'll see what you're going to do next. Keep going!"

"You can try it. Maybe I really have some other mechanism."

Ling Xiao smiled slightly and continued to confront the people from the Temple of War.

For a moment, the people from Hell's Hand hesitated.

They originally wanted to attack Momo and others from front to back, but at this time, they didn't dare to seize such a big loophole. Although the frontal attack can be won, the Blood Crocodile Puppet is really a barrier that can only be blocked by one man. The most important thing is not to be afraid of death. If they don't destroy this guy, they won't be able to rush in. Instead, they will have to constantly face Momo. Threats of arrows.

Wrong!

After a while, Ling Xiao killed three more warriors from the War Temple, but as Wu Feng said, although his Blood Moon Wuhen was powerful, it could not be used continuously.

Over there, the hand of hell still failed to break through the door.

Finally someone couldn't hold it any longer.

"Perhaps, that guy is just scaring us, there is no other mechanism there at all."

Someone looked to the roof and made a decision.

But this time they were smart and sent only one person to explore the way. If this person was fine, they would go together.

The killer was indeed fine. He fell from the roof and killed Momo.

However, he couldn't move his body in mid-air, and he had no wings, so he couldn't use force in the air.

Momo sneered, raised her hand and fired a series of arrows.

Nine arrows in a row!

Xue Ying aimed at the warrior and let out a wolf howl. The warrior's head was dizzy for a moment. At this moment, maybe in less than a blink of an eye, his head was already in a different place.

Huanbi has been waiting for such an opportunity.

The sharp dagger instantly cut through the warrior's throat.

What's wrong with his low level? The dagger in his hand is a low-grade king's weapon. It is not easy to cut the neck of a warrior at the peak of the divine power realm.

"You can't do it alone, go together, there are no traps there! The front continues to create pressure, there are only a few of them, and the only heavy firepower is the woman with the bow and arrow, so we can't take care of both sides."

Wu Feng roared.

As a result, a group of people rushed to the roof, at least hundreds of them.

At the front gate, nearly a hundred people continued to attack, making the Blood Crocodile Puppet, Mu Qingping and Xiao Bi unable to be distracted at all.

"Hmph, Ling Xiao, let me make you suffer before I kill you!" Wu Feng snorted coldly and said with a sinister smile.

He was almost deceived by Ling Xiao just now, which was really embarrassing.

Ling Xiao glanced at Wu Feng indifferently: "What I'm waiting for is for you fools to fall into the trap!"

The next moment, he was about to trigger the mechanism he had arranged in advance.

However, at this moment, a strange scene occurred.

Huanbi took out a needle and shot it towards the roof.

This needle grew in the wind and instantly became huge.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the huge silver needle hit the hundreds of Hell Hand killers. Those people didn't even have time to scream, and they were all shattered into pieces.

"puff!"

Huanbi also vomited a large mouthful of blood, shook her head, and fainted.

Ling Xiao frowned.

In the past, when he went to the secret realm of Xiaoyao Kingdom, Huanbi wanted to follow him, and said that he had a treasure on his body that could kill even the divine power realm at the critical moment.

At that time, Ling Xiao didn't ask what it was, but he believed that Huanbi had it.

I just didn't expect that the power of this thing was so terrifying. Hundreds of people at the peak of the divine power realm were all killed just like that?

After the silver needle shrank, it flew back into Huanbi's body. Huanbi fell there, motionless. Although she was still breathing, she was extremely weak.