Chapter 842

"do you still want to run? If the fog of life continues to spread, the disciples of yujianzong will be gone. "

Dark nine you eyes gloomy looking at the retreating hundred Li Fenghua, the tone of gloomy said.

I can't tell whether it's advice or ridicule.

"Damn it!"

After hearing the words of dark nine you, the action of hundred Li Fenghua was stiff, but it was no longer retreating.

If you withdraw all the time, you will only consume the life of yujianzong's disciples.

For the shadow hall, there is no loss.

Instead, it is better to fight against the fog of life and kill the dark nine you, which is the way to break the game.

"Lord, what's going on?"

Seeing Bai Li Fenghua leaning over, Le Zhengya also realized that something was wrong.

Just now, heiming also joined forces with Murong song to shake back the music Zhengya.

This situation seems a little strange.

"The people in the shadow hall started the blood sacrifice array. Now all they consume is the vitality of yujianzong's disciples."

Bai Li Fenghua clenched his teeth and said angrily.

"What?"

Le Zhengya's pupils contracted slightly, which made her look a little surprised.

The two of them came back all the way to yujianzong.

If all the yujianzong's disciples are sacrificed, then yujianzong is dead in name only.

This is by no means what Bai Li Fenghua and le Zhengya want to see.

"For today's plan, only by winning the dark nine you can we have a chance to break the game."

A hundred Li Fenghua said in a deep voice.

"Lord, protect me to yujianzong. I can break the blood sacrifice array."

Le Zhengya looked at the rapid spread of the Yan red fog and said in a low voice.

"Are you sure?"

Bai Li Fenghua took a serious look at Le Zhengya, and his tone was very serious.

This is not a time to joke.

"I'm not going to joke about things like this."

Le Zhengya nodded and wiped the bronze storage ring on her finger.

There is a magic crystal ball, what kind of magic array can't be destroyed.

Just a big blood sacrifice array is not to worry about.

"Well, I see."

Hundred Li Fenghua nodded solemnly, and then rushed into the fog of life.

Yin red fog instantly wrapped the hundred Li Fenghua in it, madly eroding the fighting spirit in the body of hundred Li Fenghua.

"You came in after all."

Dark nine you face showed a "not unexpected" expression.

As the leader of Yujian sect, Bai Li Fenghua can't give up many disciples of Yujian sect.

Then it is necessary to step into the fog of life.

And a hero who has been eroded by all the fighting spirit has no strength to deal with the people in the shadow hall.

"I really dare to enter the fog of life. I really don't know what to do."

Hei Ming took a deep breath, his face was full of killing intention.

After being enchanted by the fog of life, he will not be afraid of a hundred Li Fenghua which has been eroded all the time.

Under the ebb and flow, the strength of a hundred Li Fenghua at this time is impossible to be stronger than that of Hei Ming.

What's more, the fog of life will corrode the sword spirit.

This is a fatal blow to the swordsman rank.

Hei Ming also understood this, so when he saw the hundred Li Fenghua and took the initiative to enter the fog of life, he immediately met him.

"What a ridiculous hero. You'd better die for me!"

Hei Ming raised his fist, and his fighting spirit roared, as if he wanted to vent his master's anger.