Chapter 725 (1/2)

As the backbone of the whole team, Tuo Pao is so indifferent to his team that everyone can't help being speechless.

However, people have to keep up with Tuoba's pace.

Tuoba Fengyun is like the blade of these new people. Without Tuoba Fengyun, they can't move forward.

”Son of a bitch, die for me!” With a loud drink, Tuoba Fengyun cleaves to the holy kings of several demons.

The powerful force directly split several demon martial saints in half, among which the narrowest one was directly destroyed by his Dao Qi in the early stage, while the others recovered, but their vitality was also greatly damaged.

Tuoba Fengyun also wants to continue to pursue, and a martial Saint from the demon clan side also rushes to stop Tuoba Fengyun.

In terms of the number of titles of martial saints, the demons have a great advantage.

Blocked, Tuoba Fengyun doesn't care at all. It's still a crazy attack.

The holy king of the demon clan also found Liu Yu and others, and set Liu Yu and others as targets.

Some of them, such as the son of evil and tyrant, took the initiative to find the master in the demon clan and began to fight.

However, there are still some people who are just passively defending, with fear in their eyes.

The more such a person, the more fierce the demon attack, but also from time to time to show a bloody look to interfere with this fear of people.

Personal strength, at the moment, seems so fragile, turbulent forces, on the battlefield of war, slightly accidentally swept by the aftershocks, are a dangerous situation.

I'm afraid that Yu Bo's position in the battle field is very strong, especially when he is attacked by the turbulence.

The demon clan side is indeed occupying a lot of advantages, whether it is the title of martial saint, or the holy king, or the same level of strength.

All along, the Terran side has a disadvantage, but the disadvantage has not expanded to the maximum.

For three days, both sides were tired and made a choice to retreat quickly and have a temporary truce.

When she returned to the camp, Liu Yu could not help looking heavy. As for one battle in the past three days, according to the old people in these windy battlefields, it was not the biggest battle yet.

However, he lost nearly a hundred martial saints, and his life was as worthless as grass.

Nearly half of these martial saints are Liu Yu, the newcomers, and the other half are the elderly among thousands of martial arts sages.

Liu Yu and others were in a heavy mood, but the martial saints were not surprised and looked as usual.

They have gone through too many life and death, and many people, even without leaving their bodies and relics, have been killed directly.

There is a limit to wusheng's fighting. No matter what the fighting is, it's not a case of escaping. Death is inevitable.

”I'm going back! I don't want to stay here any more! ” Finally, a new man can't stand the fear of death anymore, he yells.

No one said anything, and no one came to persuade them. Many of the old people came here in this way. Naturally, it is clear that the final result is that these new people can only accept this outcome.

The second battle came again, and the demons launched a crazy attack again.