Chapter 878

Touch!

The long stick and knife in flames collided with each other.

The flames splashed everywhere, and an invisible force gushed out, pushing Zheng Feiyue back and forth. The flames on him struggled like residual fire in the wind.

The second master clenched the long knife and flashed a strange light in his eyes: "it's a monster to survive a hundred rounds under my hand. No wonder Xiaohua is not your opponent. Unfortunately, you hurt Xiaohua. You have to die tonight!"

Zheng Feiyue opened his mouth and smiled hard: "you cut and burst Wang Xiaohua's flesh? The evil god is cruel enough. Even his own son is willing to kill me!"

The second master's face changed slightly.

What happened tonight was also beyond the expectation of the evil god sect. First, Zheng Feiyue hid his hand and kidnapped the little patriarch, and then the patriarch brought everyone a surprise: killing relatives with righteousness!

Now the fairy peak is full of smoke. Whether it's watching the excitement or fighting, there are question marks in my mind. How can the secret road be like this?

In another battlefield, the old man of the magic weapon sect and the LV Jian of the divine medicine sect obviously can't hold on for long. If Tianyan armour hadn't been resistant, the other is the man of the army's reconstruction. His means are strange. I'm afraid he would have been defeated long ago.

Zheng Feiyue is gone!

After the second master reached such a conclusion, he obviously breathed out a breath and said; "If you know the truth, I'll arrest you and take you back to the evil god mountain. After hearing the Lord's decision, I'll live a few more days."

Zheng Feiyue opened his mouth and smiled, then looked up at the sky.

The night is beautiful tonight. The stars and moon in the sky are bright, and the silver glow shines on two magnificent figures.

The old seven and the black dragon fought in the night. The former was dressed in the divine clothes made of starlight, with the left eye star and the right eye moon. They raised their hands and feet, and the starlight all over the sky was used by them.

As for his opponent black dragon, he first revealed his body at the moment. It was not a human, but a flying monster. It looked like a snake like dragon and covered with dark scales. It was very terrible.

Two big men were fighting in the air.

Zheng Feiyue suddenly opened his voice and shouted below: "seven brothers, seven brothers, you can't stand it. Let the brothers come out quickly!"

With a cry, the four seats were surprised.

And a backhand?

High above the sky, a starlight exploded, showing the shape of a token, like a cloud piercing arrow.

Brush!

At the cliff of Houshan mountain, four figures came up, namely the second, fourth, fifth and sixth of emperor wangzong of the Ming Dynasty.

As soon as the four appeared, the situation suddenly changed.

The left Dharma protector waved again and again. Several big friars broke away from the scuffle and followed him to face these uninvited guests.

When the left Dharma protector saw the second, his expression was slightly stagnant.

Not seen for a period of time, most of the second's injury has recovered. He can rank second in the Ming wangzong. His strength is undoubtedly terrible. In his heyday, he even surpassed the seventh after taking Xiandan.

After the second son appeared, he quickly swept across the battlefield and said in a deep voice, "where's Wang Po?"

The left Dharma protector was stunned. He secretly said that these people came for the king? But no one knows where Wang Po is. What happened tonight has nothing to do with the devil's body.

The seventh secret voiced the second: "Wang Po hasn't appeared. I don't think he should be there. Otherwise, in the situation tonight, he can't still hide this card."

The second frowned even more.

Since Wang Po is not here, what does it mean to call the brothers out?

How did old seven do it?!

While the second brother was meditating, the left Dharma protector of the evil god sect came to him with a knife and sneered, "I didn't expect the Ming King sect to go out in full force. What good did that boy promise you, Wang Po?"

The second said coldly, "what does it have to do with you?"

The Ming emperor kept it a secret about the king's attack on his eldest brother and the heavy damage to several elders.

Now the old story of the left Dharma protector of the evil god sect has been brought up again. It's strange that the second son can be happy. He himself is also a victim. Now he hasn't recovered from the injury.

However, it would be unwise for an enemy (Zheng Feiyue) and evil god sect to carry out in an all-round way!

Just as he was trying to find a reason to retreat, the left Dharma protector put a horizontal knife in front of him, put out a standard horse step and said, "you are the only one who can fight with me in the Ming Dynasty except your eldest brother."

Who's going to fight you?

The second brother was a little depressed and said, "our brother came here to break for Wang. He's not interested in fighting with you!"

"Really?" the left Dharma protector pointed to the sky and his expression was full of playful abuse. "The Lord of the Ming Dynasty took the lead in attacking. Now you say you don't want to fight me?"

"Old seven just took the patriarch. He is easy to be impulsive..."

Before he finished, the left Dharma protector's knife had arrived in front of him, just like the ruthless tyranny of the evil god sect: "I don't care what reason you provoke the evil god sect, you will be punished!"

The second brother is also angry. Your evil god sect is hegemonic, but my Mingwang sect is not like Xinmo Valley and magic weapon sect. You dare not fight back even if you bully your head.

"Deceive people too much. If you want to fight, fight!"

With the roar, the two men with their big friars hit each other hard.

Boom!

The battle of the great friar was appalling, not to mention the fighting of dozens of heavy maintenance. Except for a few people with advanced cultivation, all the others on the whole fairy peak fled down the mountain.

In the night, countless pairs of eyes stared at the chaotic fairy peak, both happy and afraid.

There, it has become the battlefield of the strong and the graveyard of the weak!

The battle lasted until noon the next day, during which the second batch of reinforcements came from the magic weapon sect, led by two big friars, which greatly supplemented Zheng Feiyue's consumption.

But then, the reinforcements of the evil god sect arrived.

A large number of experts from the five ghost sect and the flying corpse sect rushed to Zheng Feiyue. Without any greeting, they directly attacked Zheng Feiyue. The situation was once extremely dangerous.

The good news was that when the Qian brothers and sisters returned to Xiannv peak from zongmen, they also brought a large number of reinforcements. It was not that Shenyao sect wanted to fight against the evil god sect. They were purely worried about the safety of their little martial uncle and had no choice but to go into the water.

In this way, except for the wavering heart demon Valley, the other seven sects joined the battle and were divided into two camps to fight each other.

The oil adding tactics became the biggest focus of the big scuffle. All the sects entered the wartime state, always paying attention to the dynamics of fairy peak, and reinforcements were sent one after another.

The whole mountain roars constantly, and the power of rules is intertwined, making the space empty and illusory, and even strange. The danger of the battlefield increases greatly, and a little carelessness will bump into the rules of a major overhaul.

All the friars in the Taoist realm have removed the fairy peak. Even the men as strong as the iron blood camp can't survive in this dangerous environment for too long.

The battle lasted another day and night.

From time to time, some people shed blood on the mountain. The spirits of the lucky are collected by their companions, and the spirits of the unfortunate are destroyed.

Every time a major repair (all gods and souls are destroyed), the way of heaven will feel and drop a knell. This voice, which is hard to hear for hundreds of years, is ringing one after another at the moment.

The little friends at the foot of the mountain were stunned.