Chapter 1005 (1/2)

There is no better choice. Even if you know that Shenwu can only play a limited role in refining your soul, and you have a great loss of your own spiritual power, you can only rely on it to bathe the cold smoke.

Guiyu's sword technique is too exquisite, and their cooperation is too tacit. Only with the help of Shenwu can they cause fatal damage.

At this time, Miss Mu hopes that the little auspicious beast can show its power and perform sleep barrier again. It's better to have a group sleep. Unfortunately, I don't know if it's because the sleep barrier also has a cooling time, or the last battle against an Yao was too expensive. Xiao Rui beast was lying in her pocket in a daze and didn't mean to help at all.

The blood fog was misty, and one by one the swordsmen in black fell under the cold smoke.

Soon, nearly one-third of the 100 swordsmen in black fell down, and almost everyone else was injured. However, there was no fear on their faces. On the contrary, they were full of bloodthirsty fanaticism. They still screamed to kill mu Hanyan, and they had the tendency of never dying.

Mu Hanyan's face is tired. She constantly exerts her martial arts to cultivate her soul. She has reached the limit. Her strength can't be continued. Her feet are gradually floating, and her mind is also in a trance.

Hua Yue and Jiang Yuzhe left bloody sword wounds on their bodies, dripping with blood drops. Although their fighting power is comparable to that of swordsmen, they are not much better than these crazy Guiyu's children. If they didn't have mu Hanyan in front to withstand the greatest pressure, it would be a question whether they could hold on until now.

Of course, thanks to their desperate efforts to defend mu Hanyan's back, mu Hanyan could kill so many ghost children without any distractions. Otherwise, if she was alone, she would have been forced to retreat.

Next to him, yelanchi fought against three with one, but he had the upper hand. Every time he waved the sword, he brought endless power. The old men in black robes were scarred and their faces turned pale. However, the three did not shrink back. On the one hand, they attacked the night Lane endlessly. On the other hand, they looked back at the ancestral hall behind them from time to time. Their eyes were full of expectation.

Yunbo was seriously injured, but he could not kill his opponent for a while.

No matter how many people bathed in the cold fireworks, or at the end of the night, Yunbo was trapped in a bitter battle, and no one could escape.

I don't know when, the rain is bigger, the blood on the ground mixed with the rain gathered into a spring, slowly flowing to the distance, sending out a thick smell of blood, the sky rain and wind, it is more gloomy, but also more desolate.

”Boom, boom...” In the ancient ancestral hall, there were dull sounds, like thunder in the ground.

It was more than ten times stronger than before. It seemed that someone was opening the gate of the nether hell and releasing the legendary nine demons.

”It's going to work, it's going to work.” An old man in black robe was so excited that his face was full of tears. Other swordsmen in black were also overjoyed and cried out.

”The master of our family is about to wake up and kill them. We must do our best to kill them. We must not let them ruin our great event.” The black robed old man roared wildly.

Immediately, all the people of Gui Yu's were like magic obstacles, full of fanaticism and fearless to die, and rushed to their opponents.

Completely different from their ecstasy, mu Hanyan and Huayue's heart sank at the same time.

At the same time, a divine idea has locked them firmly. A strong pressure also invades the heart irresistibly, as if to the most vulnerable place in the heart.