There is a jingle sound.

Several silver needles fell to the ground.

The Iron Liduo crisis was slightly alleviated and fell to the ground.

But he was seriously injured. After landing, although he quickly got up and rushed forward again, his steps were a little staggering.

The mysterious swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly, looking in the direction where the silver needle was shot, and wanted to jump to chase him again.

But at this time, several silver lights passed by the fire.

Not far away, there seemed to be a figure on the grass.

It's six fingers.

"Stop him!"

The mysterious swordsman had to swing his sword to block these silver needles, but also spoke to remind those masters who were slaughtering the priests of the Thunder Palace.

Two people left the worshipers of the Thunder Palace and rushed towards Tieli Duan.

"ah……"

Tie Liduan roared in a low voice, and when he met the two of them in close contact, Wan Junjian swept angrily towards the front.

After all, he is in the Zhenwu realm. Even if he is injured, it is not easy for these Shangyuan realm swordsmen to stop him.

The two swordsmen had a slight panic in their eyes and had to retreat.

But blood came out of Tieli Duan's mouth.

The feeling of paralysis in the palm of my chest has passed, and it is now filled with burning pain.

He frowned deeply with thick eyebrows and rushed forward with all his might.

The two swordsmen in the Shangyuan Realm would not give up like this. They looked at each other very quickly and bullied themselves again.

No one can leave!

However, Liufinger was unable to help Tie Liduan deal with these Shangyuan Realm swordsmen. Although his silver needle skills were strong, it was not easy to be able to hinder the mysterious swordsmen.

"kill!"

Suddenly someone shouted in the worship of Thunder Palace, "Take the way for Lord Tie!"

Someone rushed to two Shangyuan Realm swordsmen who wanted to stop Tieliduo.

They knew they could not escape the death disaster, and they wanted to use their lives to fight for Tieliduan.

However, the blood of this worshiper only made him die generously.

The gap in strength is really too big.

At the chaotic scene, he had just rushed to one of the Shangyuan Realm swordsmen, and saw a sword light flashing in the fire.

The roar of the worshipper stopped.

A head rose up to the sky with a burst of blood, and then fell to the ground in a row. It rolled on the muddy ground, and its eyes remained wide open until death.

The eyes that had not yet dissipated were filled with sadness and reluctance.

"ah!"

Tieliduan looked at the enthrone who died for him, and his eyes were even red.

Then he rushed out of the village even harder.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

At this time, the shouts of killing suddenly became dense and excited.

The remaining priests of the Thunder Hall all looked sad and angry on their faces, like moths flying into fire, pounced towards the Shangyuan Realm swordsman next to them.

Silver light continues to pass through the air.
Chapter completed!