Chapter 783

Under the gloomy sky, the black flame on Qilin's body is burning silently. Coupled with the green flame on Song Fei's body, this man and beast seems to be the only focus in the world.

Behind Song Fei, the momentum of masters broke out in an all-round way, and unparalleled fluctuations were distributed on each Dao weapon.

In particular, the flying sword in Qin Shihu's hand is the level of the best Taoist weapon. After he holds it in his hand, it is full of invincible killing spirit, which gives people a feeling of extreme danger.

Qilin seemed to feel what song Fei thought, so he stepped out slowly step by step and walked towards the dense soldiers in the sky.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded between heaven and earth. Song Fei said, "Whoever dares to obstruct me will be killed without amnesty."

The people behind showed their very firm eyes one by one, especially when they swept the green figure in front, they couldn't help showing deep worship.

With the leader's leadership, what else can stop you.

No, never.

"Kill!" Marshal Murong roared, and his soldiers roared violently.

"Kill!" Song Fei shouted coldly, and then a earthshaking roar came out behind him, "kill!"

Three hundred thousand soldiers rely on the moat. For a moment, great pressure envelops the people of Qingtian sword sect. Song Fei seems to have fallen into the mud.

Above the head, many Yin soldiers and Yin generals gathered together a series of terrible mana to press down and hit the people.

The green flame on his body instantly expanded. Song Fei, alone, resisted most of his strength. Above his head, the ghosts in the Dementor flag shot together.

With the green flame roaring towards the enemy, many strong men behind Song Fei also shot at the first time.

This is not just a battle, but a war, a cruel war.

The huge array limits Song Fei's action. There are too many Yin soldiers and Yin generals. Every shot puts everyone in an extremely dangerous situation.

Within five breaths of the battle, Song Fei had a mouthful of blood gushing out and was slightly injured.

"Kill!" Song Fei roared and the sky fire wheel was waved, which instantly blew a gap in the array. Thousands of Yin soldiers were turned into ashes under the terrible flame, and only a few Yin soldiers with strong cultivation will survive.

The opened array was soon supplemented by Yin soldiers, and many forces hit song Fei again.

Behind him, Qin Xiaoru's green lotus emits a faint cyan halo in the void, breaking the defense of the big array and directly killing many ghost practitioners.

Qin Shihu's best Taoist weapon can be completely driven by him. The terrible sword way bursts out a series of sword Qi, which directly breaks into the array to kill Yin soldiers.

The way of sword is invincible. It is the first way of killing and cutting in the avenue. This move has brought disastrous damage to many ghost practitioners.

No matter how strong the array is, it can't stop the sharpness of the sword way.

Jun wanshuang has Yin Qi in one hand and Yang fire in the other. The way of yin and Yang is constantly changing in her hands. Some Yin soldiers surrounded by Yin Qi are ignited by his own Yin force in an instant. The Yin force burns, and even sends out a terrible Zhiyang flame.

The way of yin and Yang, Jun wanshuang has realized a very profound realm. This move is impossible to prevent.

Although Xiao Qiang and others are only first-class masters of Dujie, their combat power is far higher than that of ordinary Dujie friars. With their collective moves, each attack brings great damage to the Yin soldiers.

The Zhiyang flame of the Yang people is also the natural enemy of ghost cultivation. Although the strongest is the golden flame, their innate restraint greatly increases their flame power.

"Clank clank!" the golden iron horse like piano sound is more sonorous and powerful in the roar. This time, the piano sound does no harm, but can greatly increase the mana of others. It is just to increase the attack of so many strong people, which makes the white fox drop drops of bean sweat on its beautiful face.

White fox is holding on. Although she doesn't know when she can hold on, she clenches her teeth as if she had to complete the task when she was trained by Song Fei.

Song Fei's progress was difficult, but every step forward was accompanied by the disappearance of many Yin soldiers and Yin generals, and more and more people were injured around him.

And the injury is getting worse and worse.

Bolagu has been arranged to return to tianque palace to prepare pills. The selected pills will be distributed to everyone in time.

War depends not only on strength, but also on resources. Song Fei had such an awareness long ago.

Yunyi's shoulder was cut into a deep gap in the palm by a huge axe, and a large amount of blood flowed out. In an instant, a pill was sent to Yunyi's hand by bolagu. It is a five grade pill for hemostasis and healing, and can remove negative power.

After Yunyi took it, the injury improved rapidly.

The cruelty of the war makes Yin soldiers and Yin generals fall constantly. Even the city protection array of white snow city can't stop Song Fei's footsteps.

On Song Fei's side, everyone suffered uncontrollably. What's more, he fell directly under the attack of the strong. Even Song Fei can't take full care of such a war. Even Song Fei feels the danger of death with some sudden fierce attacks, let alone other subordinates such as insight or mysterious realm.

Yunyi and other strong people are fine. Even if they suffer heavy damage, they will not die immediately. They can timely rely on pills to recover the wounds of their flesh and soul, but the weaker people fall under the attack of the other party, and they can't even heal.

In the divine exchange system in Song Fei's mind, the points disappeared like water, and all turned into pills to supplement mana and heal wounds. This large-scale war consumes too much medicine.

The results are extremely objective. With these pills, at least the strong will be robbed, and no one will fall. Qin Shihu, a super strong man who peeps into the sky, can also remain immortal. As for others, he is not so lucky. After the battle lasted five minutes, although countless enemies were killed, only half of the people around Song Fei were left.

"Hahaha, boy, it depends on how you fight with me. This time I'll arrest your soul and execute it and give an account to the whole white snow city." Murong Bojia was laughing wildly. The fierce war didn't make him feel cruel, but made him more excited.

Seeing this scene, childe Jiang also opened a smile on his face and said with a loud smile: "Yue Tianyu, half of your people are dead. I think you can hold on until when."

Looking up at the sky, Song Fei sneered with disdain: "really? Although only half of my people are left, but only two-thirds of your people are left. Brothers, are you afraid?"

"Kill!" the unyielding war spirit rushed into the sky, and everyone's eyes were full of bloodthirsty desire.