Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 317

Xia Qingyi was tied to a stake, and when he saw that figure, he couldn't help crying with joy.

For some reason, between the master and the unreliable hero, she actually hoped that the unreliable hero would appear.

Although this feeling was absurd, Xia Qingyi felt inexplicably more at ease when he saw that figure appear.It seems that as long as the unreliable hero comes, then everything will be fine.

Fan Denglong picked up the long sword and wanted to rush forward to save Xia Qingyi, but how could those cloaked men let him succeed?
One after another rushed forward, Fan Denglong didn't have a spear in his hand, so naturally he couldn't be as sharp as before, so he could only rely on his own body skills to keep swimming in it, and then look for opportunities to strike.

This is the first time that Fan Denglong has relied on his own ability to fight against warriors. Except for a little discomfort at the beginning, everything seems normal.

In particular, his movement skills are different from ordinary people. Even if there are many people in the cloak, he can still find the gaps and pass through the crowd with ease.

At this time, Fan Denglong can really say that he is like a gust of wind, intangible but real.

With the screams, more and more cloaked people fell down, but the cloaked people seemed to be hypnotized, and they still rushed forward without fear of death.

Wuhun was also rushing forward, but Fan Denglong always felt that these people did not go all out, especially the old man who yelled loudly before to stop him, his intuition told Fan Denglong that this old man was definitely stronger than Yun Xiao, The bad thing is that kind of unborn master.

However, this old man, holding a long sword in one hand, except for killing a few people at the beginning, it seems that he didn't do anything at all later.

Is this for fun?
Fan Denglong was very unhappy, and shouted to the old man: "Old man, if you watch the excitement again, the sacrificial ceremony will be completed."

Tian Mingzi frowned, very dissatisfied with this impolite address.

Fan Denglong has been trying to find a way to rush in, because at this time the cloaked man with chicken feathers on his head has already started to cut his arm with a sword.

At the same time, the five old men with white beards who closed their eyes and rested their minds also stood up indifferently, and walked towards the women tied to the wooden stakes with their swords in hand.

There was no longer any delay, Fan Denglong did not continue to entangle with those cloaked men, and wanted to pass through the sea of ​​people by virtue of his elusive movements.

He successfully crossed the outermost circle of cannon fodder, but when he was about to approach the altar, he encountered strong resistance.

Those guarding this last line of defense are all the elites of the Tianmo Sect. Although they are not one-footed into the day after tomorrow, they have all achieved great internal strength and belong to the mainstay of the sect.

They guarded the last line of defense. Not only did they defend in a tight manner, but they also had a tacit understanding compared to the cloaked men outside.

Although Fan Denglong's agility was fast, he felt useless in front of them.

After entangled with this group of people for a few minutes, the situation on the sacrificial altar changed rapidly.

The person whose head was full of chicken feathers scratched his arm, filled it with a porcelain bowl, and dripped it onto a black lotus stand made of unknown material on the stage.

Blood dripped on it, and with the man's complex spells, bursts of black air slowly emitted from it.

"Sacrifice," the man said in a low voice.

The five gray-bearded old men grabbed the woman on the wooden post and swung their swords to chop off. Fan Denglong's eyes were tearing when he saw it.

Among the five women were Xia Qingyi and her three senior sisters.

I ran so hard all the way here, not to wait for this result.

"Die to me, you bastards."

Fan Denglong stretched out his hand to grab the spear from the inside of the ring, poured in the spiritual energy instantly, and threw it on the stage.

At this time, he couldn't care less about hiding any secrets.

Throwing the spear at it, and taking out all kinds of toys from the ring, regardless of whether they can be used or not, anyway, there is only one thought in his mind at this time, and that is to stop these bastards.

The shell was infused with spiritual energy, and Fan Denglong threw it out before it became bigger, and at the same time roared loudly: "Protect those women,"

There are many things in his ring, but there are very few that can be used at this time.

The moment the spear was thrown out, he also felt the master's impatience, so he went up and amplified his move, and thousands of phantoms of the spear shot at the five old men.

The five old men subconsciously swung their swords to block, and it was just this moment of distraction that the shells also arrived, slowly growing in size in the air.

This shell is a very common one in the creek. The two shells form an ellipse, and there is still a lot of space inside.

Following Fan Denglong's order, the shell opened two shells in the air, flew over the nine wooden stakes, and then closed the two shells, as if standing on the sacrificial altar.

This turn of events took everyone by surprise.

The man who was feeding Hei Lian with blood instantly yelled at the five gray-bearded old men in exasperation: "Smash it, hurry up."

All hopes are pinned on this sacrificial ceremony, as long as the inner demons are successfully summoned, then the people present with these spirits will die without a place to bury them.

Naturally, it was impossible for the man to be destroyed just like that. While directing his subordinates to smash the shells, he turned his head and gave Fan Denglong a cold look, "Shoot or kill."

His face was originally painted with ghostly symbols, but now his murderous eyes looked even more hideous and terrifying.

The surviving Tianmomen disciples were ordered to overcome the fear in their hearts one by one, and raised their weapons to kill Fan Denglong.

The incident just now made the disciples of Tianmomen tremble with fear.

The huge shells and the spears that can attack autonomously in the air completely challenged their worldview.

Could it be that this person is a god?
No matter how advanced they are in martial arts, when faced with unknown things, they are always the first to shirk to gods and ghosts.

Fan Denglong stretched out his hand and returned the spear to his hand, feeling full of confidence in an instant.

shouted at the group of cloaked men, "Come on,"

Fan Denglong with a spear in his hand, that was simply too fierce.

Everyone who approached him was picked up one by one, and blood flowed like a river.

All the cloaked people rushed to kill Fan Denglong, but the Wuhun people didn't take advantage of this moment to attack, but chose to sit on the sidelines.

This kind of behavior immediately chilled Fan Denglong.

"Hmph, since you want to make a profit, don't blame me for being unrighteous."

While killing, Fan Denglong stepped back, jumped onto the wooden horse, and shouted loudly at the sacrificial altar: "Let's go."

　I was wrong, there is really no one in this fighting plot.Hey, today is a special day, I hope you all have a good laugh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)