Chapter 1011

It has been thousands of years since the dark academy fled to the bitter cold. In the length of thousands of years, an old man like Jin Wannian is just a younger generation among the younger generation.

The war of a thousand years ago has been gradually blurred by word of mouth, but there is a personal experience of the hardships in the bitter and cold place. The hardships that have lasted for thousands of years have not changed, and the reasons for this hardship will never be forgotten.

The four colleges are the culprits who make them so hard. This hatred does not need to be deliberately instilled. The daily difficulties are whipping each of them all the time. When Jin Wannian was young, he sneaked into the pass with several small partners. After being detected, he was chased like a street mouse. All my friends died, and only he escaped. Such experience made his resentment against the forces of practitioners in Guannei led by the four colleges more unforgettable.

Escaped for a thousand years.

He can't do this alone. This is their blood and tears accumulated from generation to generation. Thousands of years ago, the right and wrong songs were unknown until they could not tell the truth. But this time, the four colleges have led the crowd to chase and kill outside the pass. Escape? Where else can we escape?

There is no distinction between elders and children with younger generations. It doesn't look like a serious golden age. It's a moment of no hesitation. The blood gas around him made him like a sharp knife out of its scabbard and split straight towards the camp.

Hide!

This is the idea that flashed through Yingsu's brain subconsciously. Even if there were other Xuanwu disciples behind him, even if he knew that he had to stop this attack, his experience and consciousness did not give him options in these aspects at all. What he gave was only one plan, just hiding.

The camp immediately raised its steps and swept to the left. The Xuanwu disciple behind him was exposed by him like a sharp knife.

"Oh!"

Jin Wannian snorted coldly.

In order to achieve their goals by all means, even regardless of the life and death of their companions, they have long been accustomed to the dark Academy. But isn't Guannei college, which boasts of justice, always disdaining this kind of behavior? But when it comes to this last resort, the choice is not the same?

Jin Wannian despised him in his heart, but he showed no mercy. With a cut, he cut off the head of the Xuanwu sect in the front row. But on the left side of his body, a burning heat came quickly. With the "old man" shouted by Liuli, Jin Wannian was in a hurry to the right without thinking. The attack originally directed at the disciples of Xuanwu also turned to this attack.

Boom!

When Jin Wannian turned his eyes back, the first thing that came into his eyes was the tantalizing flame. In this bitter and cold place, fire is the favorite thing of the dark Academy. But now, the fire was in the hands of the camp and was winding towards him. The speed of the whole camper has soared several times compared with that before him. So that he who had largely dodged Jin Wannian's attack could fight back later and first.

Fortunately, it was fire. At the moment when the camp was on the offensive, Jin Wannian was aware of the temperature. Otherwise, it would be too late to hide when he heard the scream six miles behind him.

A string of flames came, and Jin Wannian waved blood gas to meet him. But it was the blood gas that once scrapped the divine soldiers of the Xuanwu sect, but it collapsed at the moment of touching the flame.

Jin Wannian was slightly stunned, but he immediately reacted.

It's a magic soldier.

How can we not have a powerful magic weapon to take advantage of? The sudden increase in speed and the flame that dissipates blood and gas are all due to the enhancement brought by the divine soldier. Show the camp of the divine soldier and show his strongest strength.

Jin Wannian suddenly decayed, and the blood still suffused around him seemed to be superfluous.

This is another gap, a huge gap.

Even the Diablo academy, which is extremely short of survival materials, can only meet and demand divine soldiers. Even Jin Wannian, the leader of the Diablo, has no magic soldiers suitable for him. He used the blood melting method to swallow the blood fighting miscellaneous killing strengthened by the divine weapon seal. The damage to his body continued every minute. He didn't hesitate to exchange it for combat power and wanted to fight with the top figures of the Xuanwu Academy.

What happened?

People showed the magic weapon lightly. The flame ignited by the magic weapon happened to have a certain restraint against the blood gas of this fight of blood. The promotion moment that Jin Wannian paid for his life has been erased. In front of Xuanwu Qisu, the top practitioner in the pass, he was so sad and ridiculous.

He dropped his hands, and the red on his hair stopped with interest, leaving a strange hair color of half red and half white. He turned his head, looked at six miles, looked at no criticism, looked at everyone along the way, and showed a helpless wry smile. The fire in the camp did not stop, but still went forward and stabbed Jin Wannian's chest.

The flame passed through.

Jin Wannian was burning. He didn't move, but he collapsed like a frame and became a mass of scorched dust.

The camp camper is not only in shape, but has moved behind Jin Wannian, took the flame piercing Jin Wannian and continued to walk towards the people all the way to the dark.

"Let's go." Liuli didn't show any sad look, but turned his head and said without criticism.

"So fast, where can we go?" Wu criticized with a wry smile. He said this, but turned to other people: "run, walk one by one."

"Don't even want to go!" Yingsu said coldly, holding the flame in his hand and rushing towards Wuyan immediately.

"Why me first?" he complained, subconsciously trying to resist. The camp strength of the available divine soldiers is too much. They don't even look at his resistance, and his resistance and people will be burned up with one blow. But a strong wind suddenly came at this time, and the fire of the camp was so strong that Jin Wannian lost his sense of war. Because the wind came, it swayed with the wind.

Lu Ping, at a speed higher than the camp, was ahead of his offensive.

The flame stopped and stopped just two feet in front of Lu Ping. The camp looked at Lu Ping and said, "what do you mean?"

"Forget it," said Lu Ping.

"Forget it? Do you know what you're talking about?" said the camp.

"The trap of Seven Star Valley has little to do with them," Lu Ping said.

"Dark devil, everyone has to kill him!" the camp increased its volume. Previously, he shouted this to help Lu Ping. He never expected that he would shout this again so soon, and this time, it was because Lu Ping obstructed him and stopped between him and the dark Academy.

"I don't think it's necessary," Lu Ping said.

"You think? You..." the camp subconsciously wanted to say what you are, but the words stopped at the mouth.

What's that?

Lu Ping's left hand at this time is the divine weapon seal and his right hand is the Wanhua tube. Not to mention that he himself has extraordinary strength. Even if he is an ordinary practitioner, no one dares to take it lightly with these two super magic soldiers in his hand.

"Do you want to be the enemy of the world?" the camp looked at Lu Ping and said word by word.

"Is it so serious?" Lu Ping hesitated.

"Scared?" six miles on the ground looked at his hesitation and said.

"That's not true," said Lu Ping. "I just feel troublesome for you... I don't know you very well."

"There's a good way," said Wu Yan, who was protected by Lu Ping.

"What way?" Lu Ping looked back at him.

"Kill them all." he looked at everyone in the Xuanwu Academy with gnashing teeth.

Lu Pingshun looked at him. All the Xuanwu disciples, including the camp, suddenly panicked.