Chapter 453
Just as Uze was pierced by a blow, a roar came from an unknown direction.
With monstrous killing intent.
Chen Xinglie abruptly got up and took out the chrysanthemum arrow symbol.
"There are experts hiding?"
He scanned with a chrysanthemum arrow symbol, and sure enough, behind a mountain not far away, there was one silhouette hidden.
The silhouette disappeared in a flash, and the next moment appeared directly over the battlefield, watching the division battle coldly, just like watching a dying.
At the moment that roar appeared, the division battle complexion changed, and then he smiled bitterly.
"Wuyi! You really are still alive!"
His complexion was complex. He thought that after using the ancestral charms handed down from the Golden Eagle tribe, he would surely solve the Golden Crow tribe.
But didn't expect still miscalculated. The other party actually has a powerhouse, which belongs to the powerhouse.
This kind of person exists only in a few powerful forces.
Cultivation base profound and generally speaking are the older powerhouses who have survived in unknown age. They are not born at ordinary times. They will only appear when the ethnic group encounters a crisis of extermination. It has the power of supporting the building.
Wuyi is the powerhouse of the Golden Crow tribe.
How did the division war not think that a Golden Crow tribe actually still has the powerhouse behind it.
This Wuyi is the powerhouse left by the previous generation of the Golden Crow tribe. It is the Old Patriarch of the Golden Crow tribe and has lived for hundreds of years.
No one knows that this Old Guy is still alive, didn't expect that this person is still alive, or the powerhouse of the Golden Crow tribe.
No one knows how strong this Wuyi is now, and the strength of this powerhouse cannot be measured by common sense.
"hmph!"
Wu Yi did not speak, but was coldly snorted.
At the same time, the previously inextricable battlefield suddenly stagnated.
Wu Yi is coldly snorted, and even tens of thousands of people present have stagnated for a moment.
Only Chen Xinglie and the others present did not respond.
"Master fighting junior, do you recognize an old man?"
Wu Yi asked old-fashioned, watching the master fight condescendingly.
"Wu Yi, if you don't come today, your Golden Crow Clan bloodline can continue, but when you come, it seems God doesn't want your Golden Crow tribe to continue to survive in this world! "
After speaking, Shi Zhan spit out a mouthful of blood.
He just spent too much energy and blood, and now even speaking, he has to arouse a lot of energy and blood.
The injury is so serious that I can't even take out the medicine pill.
He forcibly turned his head and looked towards Chen Xinglie's direction.
Now, only this deceased can save the Golden Eagle tribe.
On the field, the warriors of the Golden Eagle tribe stared at the direction Chen Xinglie was. That was their only hope.
Wu Yi seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the whole world, and laughed wildly.
"Junior, can you lose your heart and become mad? The entire Great Gan Dynasty can beat the old man, but it is possible that, your Golden Eagle tribe also has experts like Shang Qingkong. Is it impossible to exist?" Wu Yi showed disdain, how could a small tribe of golden eagles have a relationship with Shang Qingkong's existence.
And even if Shang Qingkong makes a move, is it possible that he can kill him across thousands of miles?
Shang Qingkong impossible appears outside the Tu mountain sect, this is common sense.
"If you are fighting against juniors, let the old man give you a ride first. Don't worry, you clansman will accompany you soon."
There is no strength in the battle. Talking, just waiting for something.
At the same time, Tongueless and Shang Qingkong both involuntarily looked towards Chen Xinglie.
Among so many people present, only their three people have the strength to kill Wu Yi.
That Old Guy is at best as tongue-out as possible.
"Master, do you need an old slave to take action?"
Tongueless respectfully asked, as long as Chen Xinglie does not order, even if all the tens of thousands of people present are killed, he will not move A finger.
Chen Xinglie's order is greater than the day.
Shang Qingkong did not speak, but waited quietly.
"Go ahead, as soon as possible."
Everyone knows that this is for Shang Qingkong. Apart from Chen Xinglie himself, only Shang Qingkong who painted mountain sect was present. Supreme Elder has the ability to kill this black one as quickly as possible.
Standing without a tongue.
Shang Qingkong was expressionless and stepped out.
next moment, he appeared next to Wu Yi.
She is far from Wu Da, but her strength has already reached the peak of this world.
On the battlefield.
Wu Yi looked at everyone high-spirited and vigorous.
Here, he is the king of everyone.
The premise is that Chen Xinglie is not here.
Just as Wu Yi wanted to end the division battle, a sense of crisis that hadn't appeared on him for many years spontaneously emerged.
His complexion greatly changed!
"Who?"
This Old Guy deserves to have lived for so many years, and his life-saving ability is not weak.
The moment Shang Qingkong appeared, his figure exploded rapidly.
He didn't see the people until he retreated to what he thought was safe.
With just a glance, he was so scared that he was out of his mind.
"Shang! Green! Empty!"
Wu one after another called out the name after another, his tone was full of disbelief.
"Impossible! How could you appear in a little golden eagle tribe! You must be just a wisp of Divine Sense! It must be like this!"
Madness, obviously has been terrified.
The warriors of the Golden Eagle tribe are reveling. Some of them didn't know the identity of the woman who was with Chen Xinglie.
And now...
Shang Qingkong’s statement of Great Gan Dynasty Number One Powerhouse spread here many years ago.
Even people in other empires know it.
Compared with the carnival of the Golden Crow tribe, the Golden Crow tribe is not possessed one by one.
The situation that was originally beneficial to them, with the appearance of Shang Qingkong, changed in an instant.
Above mid-air, Shang Qingkong stood in the air.
If Chen Xinglie were to choose a person most similar to empress in the lower bounds, it would be Shang Qingkong.
But this is only relative.
Shang Qingkong is one galaxy worse than that.
Wu Yi's face is full of bitterness, and he can't tell how strong he is, this one in front of him is completely intimate.
Too late to think of anything else, the Old Guy roared, and the Golden Crow illusory shadow emerged behind him, rushing towards Shang Qingkong.
He never thought of running away.
Because of impossible, no one can retreat under this eyelid.
From outside the battlefield, Wu Yi looked a little tragic.
Chen Xinglie couldn't help but admire.
"What a moth flies into the flame."
Shang Qingkong's complexion is calm and composed. With her sleeve flicked, a long sword appears from her hand.
This is her famous weapon, but Heavenly Rank high grade.
Seeing Wu Yi approaching, Shang Qingkong stretched out his hand, raised his sword, and cut at Wu Yi.
As for herself, she hasn't moved for a while.
This move, she came from Chen Xinglie's Void Condensation Sword Art by comprehend and created her own sword style.
"pu 呲!"
A string of blood is flying.
A big hole broke out of nowhere in Wu Yi's chest.
And he has no resistance.
Immediately afterwards, Shang Qingkong made another sword.
These two swords have no gorgeous effect, some are just sharp sword intents, naked eye is invisible.
Wuyi felt that he was flying farther and farther, until he saw his headless corpse.