Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

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At the same time, before the dilapidated palace of the palace of the Jidao Palace, a red-haired old man led the magic soldiers exuding the magic energy, exuding the monstrous fluctuations, breaking the void and terrifying terror.

The demon soldiers were all dressed in iron clothes, with a cold light flowing, and the momentum was pressing, like a majestic mountain!

And the red-haired old man was even more terrifying, and the power overwhelmed the world. Even the sky was shaking because he was trembling, and the palaces in the underground palace were trembling.

He was holding a black long knife and stepped on the sky, like a sea like an abyss, with a strong fighting intention rushing to Jiuxiao, like an immortal ancient demon god, killed from that ancient time!

He aroused the terrible magic energy in the palace of the Jidao Palace, the endless black mist was surging, the whole world was shaking, and everything mourned under his magic knife.

Rumble!

The red-haired old man cracked in the void, and the endless black cracks spread across the Quartet, presenting a terrifying scene in the underground palace China.

The fourteen demon disciples who guarded in front of the broken palace gate, and the inner disciples of the misty gate, all looked horrified.

How terrifying this red-haired old man is. Although the other party's cultivation attitude is not very strong, and it is still a bit worse than the title of Emperor Wujing, but the share of magical energy is more than all the palaces they have seen. By!

In addition to this powerful red-haired old man, those magic soldiers are also terrible, the number has reached at least two hundred.

With so many magic soldiers gathered together, the incomparable horror pressure, like a tsunami, is surging, leaving the entire underground palace in a mess. Many palaces have been squeezed into powder because of the huge momentum, and nothing exists. Too.

If it were not because of the dilapidated palace behind them, and the elders of the Emperor Wujing were supporting it, they must have collapsed.

For these disciples, this is simply a catastrophe!

"Ji Jie, the hall of the Taiyi Holy Palace, and the genius and strong man of the misty gate, under the pressure of our Jidao Palace, finally became like a dog for the family, how sad."

The old man in the red robe had a sad smile on his lips, and he stood with the demon soldiers in the void, and looked at the disciples ahead.

"Let's fight, now our elders must not be disturbed. This is what the elders told us before retreating to save Brother Xiao Ye."

"Even if we lose, we must protect the safety of the elders and Brother Xiao Ye!"

"Made, this group of people in the palace of the Daoist Palace is really lingering in spirit. When everyone goes together, they can kill one or the other, and if they can kill two, they will return to the capital!

"Brother Xiao Ye saved us so many times, and now it's time for us to return him."

"Let everyone work together to kill the enemy!"

...

The gentleman in the red robe gripped the king in his hand nervously, and after a roar, volley flew up and faced off with the red-haired old man's magic knife.

Whoo! Whoo! Woo!

Suddenly, the remaining demon disciples and inner disciples of the misty gate rose one by one, standing side by side with the red robe gentleman, and looked at the strong men of the Jidao Palace from afar, each with a firm expression, a pair Seeing the posture of dying as if to die, King Realms rose from behind them.

Although their strength is too far from the opponent, no one will give up at this time, and they must protect the safety of Xiao Ye and the elders.

"Ok?"

"I am the magic knife that the master of the palace of the palace of Ji Dao Palace sits down. Do I personally come and bring these magic soldiers, and you, the ants, will fight against you?" The red-haired old man carrying the magic knife in his hand suddenly flashed in his eyes. With a terrifying chill.

At this moment, the cold, like a substantive killing intention, swept out of the red-haired old man, and came towards the demon disciples of the Holy Palace and the disciples of the misty gate, forming dozens of black dragons.

"what!"

These disciples shuddered as if they were hit by a mountain, and many of them fell from midair, hitting the ground fiercely, with blood spewing out of their mouths, so as not to become pale.

"Hehe, a group of ants, let the elders of your holy palace come out. The old man is called the magic knife, because he is obsessed with martial arts and joins the Jidao palace. I really want to fight with you sectarian elders and try your strength now!"

The red-haired old man said with a sneer in the mouth of the magic knife, and then walked towards the sky.

Uh!

At this moment, all the disciples looked wild.

They really could not imagine that the strength of this red-haired old man was so horrible that he could suppress them without any effort before he even started.

But even so, none of the disciples were willing to retreat, but stood in front of the broken palace, holding weapons in their hands and watching the red-haired old man and the demon soldiers behind him.

"Oh? Still refuse to leave?"

"It seems that the elders of your holy palace have been hit hard by the strong men of our Jidao palace before, then you will be killed first, and the old man will kill them!" I saw the red-haired old man's magic knife. Yell.

Then his voice came, and he followed the two hundred demon soldiers behind him, as if he had been ordered, and walked toward many disciples.

"Fight!"

"Let's go together and kill all these magic soldiers!"

The demon disciples of the Holy Palace, and the inner disciples of the Misty Gate, were relieved when they saw that the magic knife did not personally shoot, but let the magic soldiers of the Jidao Palace take the shot.

If it was the magic knife who shot it in person, then they would absolutely have no power to fight back, and they would be killed.

And let the magic soldiers shoot, although the magic soldiers are also terrifying, but at least they have the power to fight back, at least they are qualified to play against each other.

Bang!

I saw forty young disciples, screaming with their heads up, rushing out with weapons in their hands.

boom!

But at this moment, the void suddenly trembles violently, and the power of Wang Wu, who is extremely rich, surges in the sky, and finally gathers into a big hand covering the sky. Two hundred demon soldiers shot and suppressed.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Suddenly, I saw that more than two hundred demon soldiers had received intermediate ranks. They fell from the sky like rain, hitting the ground fiercely. The most injured demon soldiers were even covered by this one. Heavenly hands are overwhelmed.

Seeing this scene, not only these disciples, but also the magic knife was slightly startled, and narrowed his eyes to the direction of the broken palace.

I saw that at this time, a young man with a tall figure was hovering above the ruined palace, a pair of dark eyes flashed in a burst of magic, and a black hair was dancing in the wind.

"Sorry, the elder of the Imperial Palace in our holy palace, there is something to be dealt with, let me Ye Xiaolai meet you."