"This is definitely not something that Xun Jingsan's formation can do! It's Han Yang, that soul-born Han Yang!"

All three people present noticed the changes in Tie Qingshu.

No!

Not just Tie Qingshu!

The combat power of the Twelve Hell Daozi led by Tie Qingshu and Song Yuren all soared.

They were relatively unfamiliar with Tie Qingshu, but Song Yuren was a well-known person among the Taoists of the Tenth Hall.

Because of her relationship with her brother Song Fumo, Song Yuren and Luo Ying were despised by Shidian Daozi.

But now, Song Yuren actually showed combat prowess that impressed them.

As the number one disciple of the Tenth Hall, they never thought that such a transformation could occur in people just through formations.

"Array...Han Yang..."

Chu Changhe whispered Han Yang's name softly, but the killing intent in his eyes became more intense.

It will definitely be fun to crush such a genius.

"It's about to collapse..."

Tyrone sighed.

Even he had to admit that Han Yang's formation was truly unique.

Xun Jingsan's formation could only prevent the Twelve Hells from being destroyed, but it was unable to counterattack at all.

And Han Yang's formation not only gave the Twelve Hells the ability to counterattack, but also defeated the coalition forces of the Three Palaces and Six Hells.

"Let me do it!"

Qin Xiao took one step forward and was ready to enter the battlefield.

Of the three top Taoists present, he was the most angry.

Qin Guangdian was killed by Han Yang and several people, leaving no trace of him alive. He, the number one disciple, almost became a bare commander.

Now seeing that the Twelve Hells are about to overturn, how can he endure it?

Tai Long warned: "Qin Daozi, be careful not to be trapped by the formation!"

The First Daozi is indeed powerful, but in the end he is only the strongest.

If you are surrounded by an army of millions, you will still shed your skin even if you don't die!

Qin Xiao snorted coldly, ignored Tai Long's cynicism, and punched Tie Qingshu.

Boom!

The two soon became entangled, and for a while it was hard to tell the winner.

"I'm here to help you!"

Song Yuren was eager to give it a try.

Two women two against one!

Although they were still being defeated by Qin Xiao, they were able to hold back Qin Xiao, making it impossible for him to reverse the coalition's reverse trend.

"Qin Guangdian is indeed a waste..."

Qin Xiao was not here, and Tai Long no longer concealed his disdain for Qin Guangdian.

Chu Changhe was noncommittal.

His mind was not even on the battlefield.

Tai Long's eyes fell on the seven first disciples of the Twelve Hells.

The strongest part of Jiang Xing's battle method is the core of the formation eye blessed by Jiang Xing!

The core of the Formation Eye is also the flaw in the Star Wars Formation!

If the core of the formation is defeated, the formation will be self-defeating.

boom!

Tai Long's figure suddenly disappeared and he killed the seven first disciples of the Twelve Hells.

At this time, the first disciple of the Twelve Hells had no idea that a disaster was coming.

"Hahaha! Ouyang Tieshu, you idiots are actually colluding with the Tenth Palace! Today, I will use your blood to forge my reputation in the Twelve Hells!"

Lu Jing's expression was ferocious, and his figure flickered again and again, causing great damage to Ouyang Tieshu.

Ouyang Tieshu was first defeated by Han Yang, and then had to be a lackey of the Ten Palaces. He had been holding a fire in his heart for a long time.

As a result, he was now being overpowered by Lu Jing, who was also the number one Taoist disciple. How could he not get angry?

But Lu Jing, with the blessing of the Star Battle Formation, was much stronger than him.

Forget about revenge.

If Tieshu Hell's defense hadn't been top, he would have been killed by Lu Jing in an instant.

Although he is not dead now, he is retreating steadily and is on the verge of death.

Every time Lu Jing attacks, he can leave scars on his soul body.

The body of Yuanhun is already full of cracks.

It was a big gamble for the Six Hells to take refuge in the Ten Palaces this time.

If he wins the Twelve Hells, it is still justifiable. After all, it is human nature to be strong.

People go to higher places!

But if they lose to the Twelve Hells, then the face of the Six Hells will be completely lost.

The Dao disciples of the six hells headed by Ouyang Tieshu will definitely be severely punished by the six hells, and may even be deprived of their position as Dao disciples.

Absolutely, can’t lose!

"Follow me to kill the enemy!"

Ouyang Tieshu roared ferociously, with a hint of determination in his voice.

boom!

Hundreds of flower pickers from the Iron Tree Hell were driven back by Lu Jing's punch, and almost all of them were wiped out.

Even the leader, Ouyang Tieshu, was seriously injured and defeated, and his soul body almost collapsed.

Ouyang Tieshu was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

Lu Jing, the number one disciple of Nie Jing Hell, was not good at attacking, but now he actually defeated their battle formation head-on.

"Die!"

Lu Jing laughed ferociously and punched again.

This time, Ouyang Tieshu could not avoid it.

At this moment, a soft drink sounded.

"careful!"

Following the sound, a tsunami-like sound sounded from behind, and the whistling sound shook the soul, causing Lu Jing's offensive to suddenly stall.

Death tide in the underworld!

The unique skill of Taishan Palace!

Lu Jing instantly knew who the person who attacked him was.

Taishan Palace Daozi!

With a flash of mirror light, Lu Jing's figure suddenly twisted, and the attack originally aimed at Ouyang Tieshu hit a large tsunami behind him.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Under the blessing of General Star, the invincible Lu Jing was actually knocked away.

"Tyrone!"

Lu Jing's pupils suddenly shrank.

He originally thought that the person who took action was the third or second disciple of Taishan Palace.

It turned out to be Tai Long, the number one disciple of Taishan Palace!

The time for the final showdown has arrived!

Whether the Twelve Hells can win depends on whether they can stop Tai Lung!

"Join forces!"

Lu Jing roared, and the other six First Dao disciples headed by Fu Bing, as if they had a tacit understanding, all attacked Tai Long.

It was only then that Tai Long belatedly discovered that it turned out that the Seven First Masters of Hell were not killing randomly and doing their own thing, but had arranged a killing array in advance, waiting for the big fish to take the bait.

And he was the big fish caught in a single net!

"Ants are just ants. Even with the blessing of a battle array, they are just ants!"

Tai Long didn't pay attention to these first disciples of hell at all, and took the initiative to greet the seven of them.

Boom boom boom!

The war broke out, and the number one Daozi of the Seven Hells was instantly suppressed by Tai Long.

Facts have proved that they are not Tie Qingshu, or even Song Yuren. Even if they are blessed by the Star Wars Formation, it is not enough for them to change their fate and fight against the number one disciple of the Ten Palaces.

The Star Wars formation is about to collapse!

…

On top of the dunes.

Zhao Han felt ice-cold in his heart when he saw this scene.

Han Yang has left to discuss the alliance with the Ping Ping Palace and the Zhuan Lun Palace.

If the Twelve Hell Alliance Army is defeated, everything will be over! ..

"Why don't Xun Jingsan and Zuo Hanxing take action?"

Zhao Han couldn't understand.

Xun Jingsan and Zuo Hanxing clearly possess the first-level combat power of the Ten Palaces, but they have always stood by and did not intervene in the decisive battle.

Even though the two top disciples, Qin Guangdian and Taishan Palace, had taken action one after another, they still did not show up.

Why?

Just when Zhao Han was confused, there was a roaring sound.

Boom!

Nearly ten thousand figures emerged from the sea of ​​sand and headed towards the battle formation.

The leader was dressed in white and looked as if he were a fairy.

The flower energy surrounding it was billowing with black smoke.

"Song Emperor Palace! Song Fu Demon!"

Zhao Han suddenly widened his eyes.

He's Song Yuren's brother!

Song Emperor Palace finally took action.

Perhaps, they still have hope of winning.

"Array!"

Song Fu Mo roared, and the flower pickers from Emperor Song Palace quickly formed an formation and raised the star!