Lord Sovereign

Fei Hong was stunned by the outcome. He had wanted to make a noise to find the time to escape, but he did not expect that the man in black would be too confident. When the man used his last move, he took back the blood shadows and revealed his true body. That was why Fei Hong could kill him a dragon palm.

However, after successively using the stepping on the clouds technique, Fei Hong at this moment had no more power to fight...

"Ha, the Sacred Sect are almost defeated, brethrens hurried up the mountain."

This battle in Tiangu had been planned for a long time, and dozens of disciples had been killed at this delicate time. It seemed that the Sacred Sect could no longer win.

Fei Hong cried secretly in his heart, but did not dare to show his exhaustion. He simply smashed his face to fill the fat man, screamed and stepped on the corpse of the black man, posing a pair of gods blocking the killing of the gods, and the Buddha blocking the killing of the Buddha. Awe-inspiring momentum.

The few disciples of the Tiangu who had seen Fei Hong fighting the black robed man, saw the man in black under his feet, and they were even more shocked. Instead of attacking him, they turned to kill Mo Yu and Mu Shuang. Fei Hong snorted coldly, but his body slowly moved back.

Upon seeing this, Mu Shuang only wanted to slap Fei Hong to death with a whip. She only hated that she couldn't get out of his situation. Seeing that there were not many disciples left in the Sacred Swords Sect, there were dozens more people killed at the Tiangu Village, and she yelled softly, "Sacred Sect. Upon hearing the order, all the disciples retreat to the mountainside checkpoints for defense."

"Want to run? It's not that easy."

A somewhat piercing voice rang through the placr, and a thin man with a long beard in a dark red robe came to Mu Shuang with several mirage moves, and his bloodless face made people startled.

"Elder Tian, old demon lord?" Mu Shuang's face under the mask trembled slightly when she saw the visitor.

"Ha, Xiao Nizi, I didn't expect you to recognize me. According to my age, I am older than you for more than three years. Today you killed my lover again. If you don't want to die, you will immediately return her to me."

Kill his lover? Fei Hong glanced at Mu Shuang who was also looking over, and he couldn't laugh or cry: Yes, I killed people...

"Huh, what about killing your lover? Your Heavenly Demon Village is a evil way, and today you are killing my people at Angong Mountain. I will kill as many as I want." Mu Shuang was not a delicate person, but she was looked down upon by her opponent at this moment making her blood and pride rise to the sky.

"Okay, then I will kill your beloved disciple first." The old demon lord grinned and turned into several blood shadows visible to the naked eye. In a flash, he actually decided to kill Mo Yu in front of him, and a pair of bright red blood palms slapped at Mo. The rainy day spirit cover.

"Ah?" Mo Yu, who was stagnated, hurriedly swung her sword against the blood shadows, but the long sword was held down by the palm of blood demon lord after only a blink of an eye.

"Old devil, don't be arrogant." Mu Shuang was furious, and her body moved, and the long whip in her hand suddenly entangled the pair of blood palms like a strange snake: "Hong, withdraw."

"Ha, Xiao Nizi, let's take you first then." The old demon lord made a long scream, and a pair of blood palms were regenerated outside his palms, and they attacked the defenseless Mu Shuang.

"Uncle Master?"

Before the blood palms of the old demon lord, Mu Shuang felt the true might in the demon lord's power. Her long whip was restrained, and the old demon lord showed that he was simply too strong in his cultivation. He had actually restrained Mu Shuang's body in a short time, and she did not resist. Pure blood power.

Mo Yu had been rescued by Mu Shuang. But this moment, she just stood there, and saw that Mu Shuang was about to be killed. He let out a wailing cry, and was about to rush to the rescue of Mu Shuang.

But before Mo Yu could move, a gray shadow flashed across her eyes. Even Mu Shuang only felt a pair of big hands on her waist, and abruptly carried herself out.

This gray shadow, of course, was Fei Hong who had exhausted the last trace of ingenuity to control the steps of the clouds.

"Huh? Fast footwork." The old demon lord saw that someone had rescued Mu Shuang, and was startled. When he turned to look around, he saw a sturdy young man with long hair and gray trousers.

Orc? Bai Shu's heart moved, and he smiled: "Your speed isn't too slow, boy. Today, Angong men defeat is set. If you come to me, I can accept you as a disciple, how about that?"

At this moment, Fei Hong had a bitterness and couldn't tell. This old lord's apprentice was killed by himself. Of course, he couldn't watch Mu Shuang die, but he was really at the end of the battle limit. If he didn't agree, he was afraid all the Sacred disciples would die. Right there.

"Yes, but I have a condition." Fei Hong stood still and said coldly: "All the Sacred Sword disciples present, you must let go."

"You?" Mu Shuang, who was still in shock in Fei Hong's arms, originally heard him say that he was going to scold him. Looking at herself, she was suddenly embarrassed and patted Fei Hong on the forehead: "Presumptuous, let me down."

Fei Hong had long forgotten the person in his arms. At this time, he was slapped on his forehead, and then he realized that he couldn't help squeezing the softness with his hands, and then let go of Mu Shuang.

Mu Shuang felt the movement of the big hands around her waist, and then glared at Fei Hong after she stood firm.

The old demon lord was extremely angry. Instead of kindly letting this kid die, he offered to take him as a disciple. This kid didn't say anything for himself, but flirted with Mu Shuang Xiaonizi as if he didn't exist in front of him. It was extremely irritating.

"Haha...well, forget it, this old man doesn't bother to discuss any conditions with you, rubbish kid. Just kill them all." Bai Zhu said before his body turned into a cloud of blood, and both of his palms flew forward together, faintly appearing. 

The sound of ghost howl.