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The Linglie iron sword that came through the air was corroded in an instant in the killing intent, leaving only the bare hilt on the ground.

The sword masters who came with their swords vomited a mouthful of blood, and died in pain in the sea of ​​killing intent.

Their bodies were covered with blood lines.

Under the impact of this murderous intent, the Tianluo Formation directly turned into a glowing fire, scattered under the sky.

The formation masters controlling the formation were greatly shocked and frightened by the killing intent.

But they didn't have time to scream.

Because that wave of killing intent had already engulfed their bodies.

The minced meat was accompanied by flying blood, and the head and robe fell quietly.

All the soldiers standing beside the old man in gray with black steel shields fell to the ground.

The black steel shields in their hands were shattered into infinite pieces together with the armor.

Standing in front of Song Qingshu, from the hundreds of people just now, there was only one old man in gray.

The old man in gray looked at Song Qingshu for a long time, and then murmured after a long time: "This is so unreasonable."

Song Qingshu shrugged, turned around and stepped back onto the glowing portal.

The breeze blew, and patted the gray-clothed old man's face very gently.

The old man in gray vomited a mouthful of blood, which drenched his gray clothes.

But he couldn't wipe the blood from his mouth, because his arms were cut off by the killing intent just now.

But he didn't feel pain, he only felt endless doubts.

"Why, it has been so long, and the portal has not been activated yet."

"Why, my move just now should be a perfect move, how could I lose so badly?"

"Why, Song Qingshu, are you so strong?"

These doubts lingered in the heart of the gray-clothed old man for a long time, and finally he vomited them out.

Song Qingshu was speechless for a long time.

It wasn't until the brilliance of the portal came on that Song Qingshu's lazy voice came: "When I just stepped on the portal, I changed a pattern on the formation."

"So this portal is no longer the one you know."

"Moreover, in the face of real strength, all schemes are just jokes."

Chapter 379 When the Wind Comes, the People Arrive

"In the face of absolute strength, all schemes are a joke?"

The old man in gray looked at Song Qingshu's bloody clothes that disappeared in the portal, frowned and murmured.

"Hahaha, it's a joke...hahahaha..."

Immediately, the old man in gray laughed loudly, turned around, and walked in front of the military flag that Song Qingshu pointed at.

Looking at the dirt and dust on the military flag, the grey-clothed old man's manic laughter turned into howling.

was howling.

Suddenly, a red line appeared on the legs of the old man in gray.

So his leg was broken, and only his body fell on the military flag.

Then countless red lines appeared on his body.

Immediately, a puddle of flesh and blood appeared on the military flag.

The mighty black dragon soars on the flag.

However, the bright red on the flag dyed the black flag red.

It looks very much like today's Black Steel Army.

There was blood everywhere.

Death has become the best synonym for the Black Steel Army.

It is really sad that one case perishes in one person.

But the reality is so cruel.

starting today.

Xia Houli's iron spear, the gray-clothed old man's arrowless bow.

Liu Buping's arrogance, Chen Kunling's power of thought.

They will all perish with the demise of the Black Steel Army, and cease to exist...

The wheel of history will grind the body of the dead into dust, and then the dust will be blown into the sky.

Sprinkled into the blue sea and sky.

Gradually into the deep and lofty long valley

……

When you die, you have nothing.

Except for the occasional remembrance of others, everything else will cease to exist.

Everyone understands this truth.

So everyone is unwilling to die.

This scene was vividly reflected in front of the sect of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

A large group of casual cultivators surrounded the gate of the Black Feather Evil Sect, but they were not allowed to enter it.

Because when the Black Feather Evil Sect was attacked.

The monks of the Black Feather Evil Sect activated the sect guarding array in an instant.

A howling sound like a ghost crying echoed in the sky above the Black Feather Evil Sect's sect.

The disciples of the Black Feather Evil Sect standing inside the gate had serious expressions, and there was anger and helplessness in their eyes.

Relying on Mo Xiejia's prestige, the Black Feather Evil Sect has frightened the world for countless years.

Things that surrounded other sects would only happen to the Black Feather Evil Sect.

For so many years since the establishment of the Black Feather Evil Sect, this is the first time in history.

But even if every disciple of the Black Feather Evil Sect felt ashamed, so what?

Both the First Elder and the Second Elder died tragically in the Samsara Lake.

The three elders died outside the reincarnation lake.

The fourth elder was slapped to death by Song Qingshu again.

Having lost four Nascent Soul experts in a row, the current Black Feather Evil Sect is at its weakest.

No matter how hateful and rude the casual cultivators outside the sect are, there are indeed several Nascent Soul experts among them.

The strongest is Nascent Soul Sanchong.

Facing such a strong lineup, the Black Feather Evil Sect seemed to have no other way out except to stick to it.

So they opened the guardian array.

All the disciples could not shrink back, waiting for this humiliating scene to pass.

Standing in front of the Black Feather Evil Sect, the Sixth Elder of the First Stage of Nascent Soul, his face was pale.

But fortunately, he and the people outside the sect still have a large formation to protect the sect.

So he swallowed his saliva, and shouted to the people outside the formation through the thick and tough protective formation: "Pengshan Patriarch! My Black Feather Evil Sect has never had any enmity with you casual cultivators. Why stop my sect?" !"

"Now that the master of our sect, Mr. Mo Xiejia, is about to leave the seclusion, don't you be afraid that he will blame you!"

"I'll give you a quarter of an hour to retreat, otherwise, I, the Black Feather Evil Sect, will definitely not want to let you go lightly."

What responded to him was a sharp palm.

boom!

On the protective array of the Black Feather Evil Sect, a white spray bloomed.

Huzong trembled for a moment, as if it was about to collapse, but after a slight sway, it was as stable as before, standing upright.

Patriarch Pengshan smiled, shook his sore palm, grinned and murmured: "Damn, this tortoise shell is really hard."

"Bastards of the Black Feather Evil Sect, have you hid enough? Didn't we have a good fight just now? We've been here before."

"Hahaha, or do you mean that after losing those elders, you really dare not come out like girls?"

The Sixth Elder looked at Patriarch Pengshan with a mocking smile on his face, and said with a gloomy face, "Patriarch Pengshan, do you want to die?"

"Although I don't know where you got the token from, I can assure you."

"The moment this stupid action stops, you will become the No. 1 killer of the Black Feather Evil Sect."

"Are you ready to meet the wrath of the Black Feather Evil Sect?"

Patriarch Pengshan snorted coldly:

"By now, this kind of threat is considered stupid."

"From the moment I summoned the casual cultivators from all over the world to come here, putting down the token means death."

"You asked me if I am ready to bear the wrath of the Black Feather Evil Sect, then I really want to ask."

"You Black Feather Evil Sect, are you ready to bear my wrath, come on!"

With the roar of the ancestor Pengshan.

Countless white swirling flowers bloomed on the protective formation of the Black Feather Evil Sect.

Every swirl flower is a collision between this group of casual cultivators and the entire Black Feather Evil Sect Guardian Formation.