Shennongjia.

The wind is howling and the treasure light is everywhere.

A green-clothed wind rose up, and the clothes flew. Between the palm of your right hand, a terrifying wind vortex was rapidly forming, killing towards the half-step god king in the sky.

The half-step god king looked a little pale, as if he was injured, frowned, and he clenched his teeth and met Feng Zufeng Ruoli.

Below, the densely packed Gou Chen combat members had already fought with the monks in the divine realm. The superpowers and magic weapons, the earthlings and the divine realm, fought for the first moment of their meeting.

If I am not my race, I will punish him. This is a war between the two worlds!

"Grandma, Zhimin! Come and take the blue formation with me! Four brothers have died in the hands of that thing!"

An authentic African friend was speaking fluent Northeast dialect and shouting to his left hand.

"Here you come!"

Park Jimin, wearing a red skirt, responded, and shook the spear in her hand, pierced through the eyebrows of the Tongxuan realm practitioner in front of her, and then rushed towards the direction of the blue formation.

In the blue formation, there was a Taixu Realm, three Tongxuan, and dozens of Qianjun. Seeing Park Jimin and African friends galloping towards them, a playful smile appeared on their faces.

"The Xuangang Seven Star Formation, get up!"

Around the blue formation, seven flying swords were rotating drippingly, each of which had the peak combat power of Tongxuan Realm. As the formation eyes of the Taixu Realm were circulating, they shot towards the two of them.

Park Jimin shouted violently, and a martial soul behind her flashed like a phantom. Her left foot stomped on the ground, splashing large pieces of gravel, and dragged out phantoms and rushed towards the seven flying swords.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

The spear was connected, and four flying swords were easily knocked away by Park Jimin. The remaining three were quietly circled and shot at her from a tricky angle.

Park Jimin frowned slightly, and was about to stop and block the three flying swords. The figure of the African friend suddenly appeared. Two short swords popped out from behind him, defending in front of him, and resisting the combined attack of the three flying swords!

Dong!

An African friend squirted out blood and his body shook slightly, but he did not take a step back.

"Go ahead, Valkyrie! Leave it behind me!" An African friend grinned and shouted at Park Jimin.

Park Jimin nodded heavily, without any hesitation, and used the fastest speed to fight the core of the formation.

The Taixu Realm Formation frowned slightly, and snorted coldly. The two Tongxuan Realm on the left and right came out in a brazen manner in the red dress.

The gun comes out like a dragon, and the cold light is like a star.

Park Jimin's figure just shook slightly, and the two Tongxuan burst into two blood mists, making her red skirt even more charming and bloody. Her steps did not stop at all, and rushed straight to the center of the formation, swept across the spear, with an unparalleled momentum.

This sweep killed several Qianjun directly, and the entire formation suddenly exploded. The Taixu Realm Formation Eye roared, and the roll carried the surging spiritual power to fight with Park Jimin. The terrifying aftermath of the battle directly cleared a blank space on the battlefield.

Bang!

A ball of blood mist exploded. After dozens of rounds of battle, the spear in Park Ji-min finally found a chance. It was like a silver lightning bolt that penetrated the eyebrows of Taixu Realm in an instant.

Park Jimin pulled out the spear in her hand and wanted to turn around and rush towards her African friend. At this moment, she was stunned.

The African friend was walking on two broken swords under his feet, and three flying swords pierced his body from behind. His whole body was covered in blood, guarding Park Jimin like a rock, and his breath was gone.

He looked at the direction where Park Jimin had just killed Taixu Realm, and a relieved smile was on the corner of his mouth.

Park Jimin was stunned at first, then a surge of anger and sorrow enveloped her heart. The spear in her hand buzzed, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks.

"Divine Realm!!!"

Park Jimin's eyes were red and she let out a long roar, and she rushed to the group of monks who were fighting on the side. When the red dress appeared, blood was shining and red flowers were everywhere.

In another corner of the battlefield, a sand tower collapsed with a bang. A strong boy was pierced by a sword. He stared at the practitioner in front of him with his eyes, held the flying sword tightly with one hand, his face full of madness and grin.

"Sihanouk!"

Duanmu Qingyu, holding a peach wood sword, saw this scene, exclaimed, and ran quickly towards him.

However, a yellow figure was faster than him, and in an instant it floated to Sihanouk. A snow-white sword light slashed out, and the cultivator's head flew high and blood splattered everywhere.

puff!

Seeing the practitioner die suddenly, Sihanouk laughed, then spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale. On his chest, the flying sword flashed in a gloomy light, which was extremely strange.

"Sihanouk! You..."

"Cough cough cough..." Sihanouk spit out a mouthful of black blood, a faint black air lingering on his face, and his whole body withered rapidly.

"This sword is poisonous." Hanyuhara's eyebrows tightened, and his hands were placed on the hilt of the sword in front of Sihanouk's chest, and he didn't know if he should pull it out for a moment.

The result is the same if you pull it out or not.

"Haha, it's okay, it's pretty handsome to die like this." Sihanouk squeezed a smile on his face and shook his head.

"What stupid things are you saying!" Duanmu Qingyu held his shaking body and cursed angrily.

Sihanouk shook his head, "Don't worry about me, my own body is clear... Cough cough cough, hurry up and kill those bastards from the god world! Kill them, guard Shennongjia, and avenge me...!"

The luster in his eyes faded, his body was cold and stiff, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he had no breath.

Sihanouk, dead.

Duanmu Qingyu hugged Sihanouk's body in his arms in a daze and stayed there.

On the day he entered Gouchen Academy, he knew that this moment would come eventually, but only after watching his comrades-in-arms die in his arms with his own eyes, he realized how cruel it was.

bite!

A crisp sound came, Duanmu Qingyu came to her senses. At some point, Hanyuhara had already flashed behind him. Bai Xueji was instantly unsheathed and blocked a shuttle magic weapon for him.

Hanoihara's yellow Haori was blown by the aftermath, and his black hair moved with the wind. He turned his head and spoke in a deep voice:

"Duanmu, don't slack off!"

Duanmu Qingyu felt ache in her heart, and silently placed Sihanouk's body on the ground, stood up, and clenched the peach wood sword in her hand.

"Thanks."

After saying that, he took out a golden spell from his pocket, put it on the peach wood sword, pinched his left hand and took a step forward!

Dong!

A dull sound came from his feet, and in his eyes, a dark yellow breath oozed out from the mountains and poured into Duanmu Qingyu.
Chapter completed!