Bug Master In Doomsday

In front of the most majestic and solemn castle in the city, all the inner disciples of the seven sects held long swords and stood guard in front of the door.

In the hall behind the door are thousands of low-powered but huge potential outer disciples, most of whom are only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest is just an innocent child with braids.

Unlike the outer disciples who are in their 20s and 30s, these people in the hall are all qualified to be promoted to the inner disciples. If they are given two or three more years, the number of inner disciples will increase by a few more. But this beautiful idea was shattered by a group of fierce men in black!

The mottled and dried blood on their dark tights is particularly eye-catching. They are a group of inhuman executioners.

Each of them has at least dozens of lives under the knife, and the weakest handyman in their eyes is the active cow and sheep, often cutting them in half with a single knife.

Outer disciples, inner disciples have some resistance, but the time to pinch the law is an unavoidable hard point. When their fingers bend, the blood-stained knives of these executioners have already slashed towards them. The neck!

"My fellow sects, this is a battle of life and death, and no one can back down! Behind us are the seeds of the future of the sect. We can die, but they can't.

This group of executioners want to kill, just walk over my corpse! "The inner disciple with the intention of death on his face shouted loudly. All the cultivators beside him took a step forward, forming a tight wall of people, blocking the open door tightly!

"It's really unexpected. The result of a raid is really not small. Most of the cultivators' city are fragile handymen. The outer disciples and these inner disciples are just like rubbish. No, they are even rubbish. Why not try to resist us?! It's ridiculous!"

A man in black with a thick scar with dried blood on his shirt said a mocking urn from behind the drape on his face, and his eyes contained sarcasm and disdain.

There were at least a hundred repairers who died under his sword, and even more than a thousand of them were handymen. The **** aura he radiated could not be hidden even if he tried to restrain it!

"It's still the old rule. Two people are an inner disciple. We have already been killed by this group of supernaturalists, and we must not lose it next!"

The members leading this team are all the captains of Tier 5 peak strength, their faces are fairly calm, and the words they speak are also extremely stable.

The tiger fights the rabbit with all his strength. The dozen inner disciples in front of him can live to the present, and their own strength should not be underestimated. "Om!" The captain who was just about to make an attack suddenly shrank his pupils and took a posture on the spot. The indecent donkey rolled.

With a "bang", the place where he just stood was instantly destroyed by an invisible and intangible energy wave. Even the stone bricks and soil were melted into a hard crystal by the terrifying heat!

"Oh?! Hidden behind with the cover of the human wall to use magic?!"

The captain patted the mud on his clothes, and the exposed eyes looked like a hungry lone wolf on the grassland. The blood-red eyes were full of anger and hatred. If he hadn't just dodged in time, I'm afraid he would be the second one. The cultivator has a deadly supernatural power!

"Kill me! These inner disciples don't need to stay alive! They are all going to die!" The captain yelled, carrying a straight cold steel knife and rushing towards the wall of the cultivator frantically!