My Master is Lin Zhengying

Immediately afterwards, the three of them no longer hid themselves, and slashed at Nan Chen.

Nan Chen is not talking nonsense, this battle is inevitable.

Come on!

He clenched the Ten Fox Sword tightly and went straight to meet it.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them fought together.

The cultivation bases of these three people are not low, the cultivation bases are two nine heavens, one earth level and one heaven, and they are three little bosses.

The strength is still very strong.

However, they faced Nan Chen.

Nan Chen's cultivation base is only at the seventh level of the Xuan rank.

But the basic realm of Huangjie has twelve realms.

Therefore, his cultivation base cannot be deduced by common sense.

Not only is it invincible at the same level, but it can even jump to challenge.

He was at the seventh level of the mysterious level, but against a strong man at the third level of the earth level, there was no problem at all.

Therefore, as soon as the three of them met Nan Chen, they felt something was wrong.

It is clear that this kid's cultivation is only at the seventh level of the Xuan rank.

But why did he feel a little overwhelmed, even palpitating and panicking just after the last move?

Nan Chen didn't use all his strength, otherwise the three of them wouldn't be able to stop them with one move.

The main reason is that there are too many onmyojis around, and backstabbing and darts keep appearing.

He had to allocate part of his energy to beware of the left and right behind.

To avoid being attacked.

Therefore, when facing these three people, he was unable to exert his strongest combat power.

After the three of them were swept away by one move, more than a dozen onmyojis came up to kill them.

These are all young people, their strength is relatively low, and they are basically just gathering heads.

In one face-to-face meeting, Nan Chen beheaded four people and severely wounded one.

At the same time, Uncle Jiu, who stood in front of Nan Chen, had killed more than twenty people.

At this moment, it is even a battle with five earth-level powerhouses.

That Hua Muzi was watching Uncle Jiu covetously, planning to sneak attack Uncle Jiu at any moment.

The disciples of Baishamen on the other side.

At this time, a full-scale counterattack began.

The sound of shouting and killing was endless, spells, sword qi, and magic weapons kept appearing in the square, and the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

Don't look at the small number of people on Baishamen's side, there are only a hundred people.

But these people are like taking stimulants right now.

Because Uncle Jiu gave them hope again.

In a desperate situation, once hope is rekindled, the combat effectiveness can be imagined.

Everyone is not afraid of death, and their strength has increased by at least ten percent.

Several of them were seriously injured, making it difficult for fellow members of the Daomeng to walk.

At this moment, they insisted on standing up, supporting each other, and still fighting among the crowd.

His face was full of determination and fearlessness, and his eyes were burning with a raging flame of hope...

In the direction of the front door.

Wen Cai, Jia Le, Chang Fei, Zuo Sanqian and other eight people have already arrived at the gate.

From a distance, I saw standing on the roof.

Uncle Jiu and Nan Chen who are fighting with Fusang Onmyoji.

These eight people are not vegetarians either.

Just rush in from the main entrance, kill anyone you see, and chop anyone you see.

On the side of the Jiuju faction, the strong are basically gathered around the square of the main hall.

Right now, he was either besieging Uncle Jiu or resisting Baishamen's prescription.

Or, wait for an opportunity around the square.

On the contrary, those who were near the periphery were all local chickens and dogs, and Jiuju's group of young people made up the number.

On weekdays, they are basically responsible for logistics.

Wencai Jiale and others are not very cultivated.