Chapter 327： Deadly War Sect

Zhan Zong was startled, and within a few breaths he descended into the void where the human race had fled, and shouted in a deep voice: "Where did he go?"

Several warlords pointed their fingers in the direction where the human race fled.

Zhan Zong smiled coldly, then his body turned into a streamer and shot out.

When flying, the demons closed their eyes and silently felt the strong breath left in the air.

"You can't escape."

Demon Zhanzong shouted coldly.

Two minutes later, Mozu Zhanzong stopped on a mountain and scanned the surroundings.

This is an endless mountain, and the mountains are full of big trees covering the sky and the sun, making it easy for people to hide.

In the air, a group of Nether Cavalry consisting of three people flew at a fast speed. When they were flying, they looked back from time to time, as if they were fleeing.

The Mozu Zhanzong's heart moved, and his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared the next moment, he stood in front of the three Nether Cavalry.

"What are you doing in a panic?"

Demon Zhanzong shouted.

The three almost smashed into the Demon Zhanzong, and finally stopped in the air, and said to the Demon Zhanzong: "Human masters."

"where?"

The Demon Zhanzong shouted, at this moment his attention is all on chasing the human race, and he will not consider other things at all.

And when racing against time, even less pay attention to the weak Nether Cavalry.

"Over there, in a cave, that Human Race is extremely powerful."

A ghost cavalry shouted.

"Take me, hurry up."

The Demon Zhanzong shouted.

After a while, a group of people descended on a mountain, and the ghost cavalry pointed at a cave in the distance.

In that cave, there was a figure familiar to the Demon Zhanzong sitting faintly on the ground, especially the silver armor, which he would never forget.

"Hehehe, the injury is too serious, can't fly!"

The Mozu Zhanzong smiled grimly, "It's better not to hide."

The Mozu Zhanzong was afraid that the other party would flee again. His body suddenly jumped. His body turned into a black streamer and descended on the top of the cave. The black spear in his hand appeared, facing the cave below, and slammed it down.

"boom!"

The huge spear light shrouded the entire mountain peak. With a single blow, the mountain peak was shattered and exploded mud splashed wildly in the void.

The Mozu Zhanzong shouted grinningly: "I don't know if it's dead."

During this process, the other party has not resisted, even if he does not die, he will be dying.

Of course, the probability of not dying is very low.

The Mozu Zhanzong glanced coldly at his side, and two Nether Cavalry flew behind him, looking down with him.

The Mozu Zhanzong didn't care and continued to watch silently.

He is a high demon race, these nether cavalry belong to the direct line of the high demon race, it is impossible to go against him at all.

It is even more impossible to betray.

This is common sense carved in the bones.

"Little white fox, appear!"

Yue Chen muttered silently in his heart, the little white fox appeared silently in his armor, and his mouth suddenly sucked... "Huh!"

A cold breath suddenly spit out, the Mozu Zhanzong was unprepared and was sprayed straight.

"What are you doing?"

The Mozu Zhanzong roared, the first thing he thought of was the opponent's random shot, but he didn't expect it to be against him.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt that this power was wrong...too strong, it actually affected himself.

At this moment, on the other side, a black iron rod swept over... the iron rod was too fast, too sudden... "Stop!"

Mozu Zhanzong stared at this scene incredulously.

The Mozu Zhanzong was unprepared, and only had time to emerge with protective power.

"boom!"

The huge iron rod swept on the waist of the Mozu Zhanzong, shattering his protective power, and swept him away fiercely.

He smashed his body on a huge rocky peak, smashing the entire mountain across, and then his body continued to hit the bottom of the mountain.

"flutter!"

A mouthful of blood was vomited from the mouth of the Demon Zhanzong.

He was also hit hard by one blow.

"Beat the water dog!"

Yue Chen roared, his body flew out the first time.

The silver spear in his hand burst into the void, illuminating the entire sky.

Like the Optimus Prime, the huge gun shadow stabbed fiercely towards the mountain below.

"Damn, who are you?"

The Mozu Zhanzong roared, and he finally reacted.

The power in the body exploded and suddenly turned into a ball of light blocking the tip of Yue Chen's silver spear, making it impossible for Yue Chen to pierce it.

Li Xiaocun forcibly endured the injuries in his body, rushed out, brandishing a black long stick and smashed at the Demon Zhanzong.

"boom!"

With one blow, the ground where the Demon Race Zhanzong lay exploded, and the mud splashed hundreds of meters high.

After the blow, Li Xiaocun sprayed out blood.

His injury relapsed and he could no longer make a move. He had to use his remaining strength to suppress the injury.

"Your Majesty, it's up to you... If it doesn't work, I will fight for this life and kill him."

Li Xiaocun murmured.

In the chaotic mud, the figure of Demon Race Zhanzong stabs into the sky fiercely.

His body is full of blood... "Give me down."

Yue Chen yelled, and the spear in his hand changed from a stab to a smash, slamming it down.

On both sides of Yue Chen, the little white fox and the little fire appeared, and the power of ice and fire was displayed together.

A large area of ​​icy cold emerged, spreading towards the Demon Zhanzong.

The flames swept across, and the long fire snake wrapped the Demon Zhanzong in it, burning wildly.

The Mozu Zhanzong was in a frenzy for a while, was slammed on the shoulder with a shot of Yue Chen, and hit the earth from the air again.

Yue Chen was overjoyed and shouted: "His strength is greatly reduced, come on."

Yue Chen rushed to the ground below with a gun, and the thunder gun pierced into the smoke and dust.

In the smoke and dust, the Mozu Zhanzong's body had just stood up, saw the stabbed silver spear, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, suddenly holding the silver spear in his hand.

The sharp point of the gun was only three inches away from his chest.

Yue Chen gritted his teeth and roared: "Die."

Yue Chen pushed the tip of the spear with his right hand and stabbed it fiercely.

The Mozu Zhanzong looked at Yue Chen sorrowfully, with a face of reluctance to admit defeat.

Yue Chen pushed his figure forward, the feet of the Demon Race Zhanzong pulled two long ditches on the ground, and countless rocks were smashed into his back... In the process of retreating, the Demon Race Zhanzong slowly lifted up. The long knife in his hand.

A white light shot from behind Yue Chen, hitting the body of Demon Race Zhanzong, knocking him out.

It's Xiaobai.

The back of the Mozu Zhanzong crushed several tens of thousands of kilograms of boulders once again.

Xiaobai let out a cold breath.

Xiao Huo's figure jumped to the other side, spitting out flames.

Instead of melting each other, fire and ice merged together very tacitly, enveloping the Demon Race War Sect.

"what!"

The Demon Zhanzong unleashes its strength, and is holding on to the strangulation of two powerful forces.

Yue Chen raised the silver gun in his hand and slammed it down against his head.