Boom!

There was a big collision in the air, and the sword Qi and murderous Qi trembled together. Doutian patted his hands on the ground, turned a somersault in the void, and instantly appeared more than ten meters away.

"How could you hide?" A playful voice rings out. A young man appears in the place where doutian was before.

"You again?" Doutian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized the man. This man was Ning Zhe, the vice leader of Wangdao League, who had fought with him before.

On that day, fighting with Qin Dao, doutian is seriously injured. Ning zhe brings people from Wang Dao League to kill him. If Lou Aotian didn't fight, doutian might have died.

"Fighting against heaven, heaven can still live if it does evil, but it can't live if it does evil. Today, eight leagues, such as xianmeng, Wangdao Meng and Tianxia Meng, come to take your head." Ning zhe smiles coldly.

Dou Tian looks up at the rear of Ning Zhe. There are 50 or 60 people standing there. The breath of each person is no less than that of Yan Ze, the peak of the battle situation. There are even several people's breath, which makes Dou Tian feel a threat.

"He Dao Zhan fairyland?" It seems that this time, in order to kill themselves, the people of Xuangong are really aggressive!

"For the sake of your strength, I'll give you a decent way to die. You can make your own decisions." Ning zhe seems to be in a commanding position, overlooking doutian from a height, with a proud face.

"Damn, it scared the baby to death." Dou Tian pretended to be surprised and patted the little heart. Xie Xie said with a smile: "just by your dozens of trash?"

Although the crowd didn't know what the sentence in front of doutian meant, they could feel doutian's arrogance.

This is a strong man above the peak of the battle field of dozens of words. In his eyes, is he just a waste?

"The dead duck has a hard mouth. I'll see how you cry!" Ning zhe gave a cold hum.

"Single fight or group fight, choose for yourself." Doutian is not afraid. How about fighting in fairyland? We only know after fighting.

"What about single fighting and group fighting?" Ning Zhe's face is silent incomparably, is there still doutian's companion here?

Thinking of this, Ning Zhe's eyes scan in the crowd, and the soldiers around dare not look at him. Seeing this scene, Ning zhe immediately laughs.

"Group fight, you fight me together, single fight, I fight you scum." Doutian light way, the body surface has been slowly released a trace of murderous.

"Hiss ~" when the crowd heard the words, they took a cool breath. The boy was too arrogant. If he fought dozens of words, he would be a strong man above the top of the battle field. Is this seeking death?

What is arrogance, what is overbearing, doutian embodies incisively and vividly.

"As you wish." Ning zhe has a gloomy face.

Hoo Hoo!

The voice did not fall, ten road figure suddenly disappeared in the same place, together with Ning zhe rushed to doutian, everyone did not hesitate to call out the spirit of war.

They know that doutian is very strong, even if ten people deal with one, they dare not underestimate it.

"Oh, there are dozens more dead souls under the sword today." Doutian grinned, and his white teeth showed a bloodthirsty sense of killing. His robes stirred up, and his murderous spirit bloomed out.

When ten people approached doutian, doutian finally moved. The Shura sword appeared in vain, and a sharp white sword ran across the void.

His body disappeared in vain. When he reappeared, he was already in front of a soldier who was at the peak of the war.

"Poof!"

The white Dao comes in and the red Dao comes out. The words show that the soldiers at the top of the battle field have no resistance. They are directly pierced by doutian's sword, and their eyes are full of fear.

"Don't you believe that you are rubbish?" Doutian's eyes are cold. When Shura's holy sword is mentioned, the body of the soldier at the top of the battle field is suddenly torn to pieces by the fierce sword Qi.

"So strong!" The heart of the crowd trembled, so fast, so decisive heart, too terrible.

Is this really just a newcomer? How could it be so abnormal?

Many people think of Jiang Tianyu more than ten years ago. He was also a terrible murderer. He killed people like hemp. He could not breathe for more than ten years.

Doutian's face was calm, as if he had done a trivial thing. It was just the beginning. Today, it was destined to be a river of blood.

Beilao's words are still imprinted in doutian's mind. A man is alive, doing something and not doing something! If a man is alive, he should be happy!

I don't kill people. If people want to kill me, doutian has to hold the butcher's knife and point at the enemy.

The fourth force of the wind is unfolding. Doutian and the wind are integrated into one, leaving shadows in the air. His speed has already exceeded the limit of Yanze's tactics.

Poof, poof!

The sky is full of blood, one by one in full bloom, the setting sun, in the afterglow of the light, the blood is dazzling.

"Don't separate. Deal with him together." Ning zhe screams that doutian's strength is beyond his expectation. They are at the top of Yanze's fighting situation. They are beaten and have no fighting power.

Ten more people joined in the battle, standing side by side with Ning Zhe's six people, and 16 people used their fighting skills to fight against the sky at the same time. The void trembled violently. Even if they fought in fairyland, they might have to drink their hatred.Doutian was completely submerged by the brilliant light of fighting skills. A terrible storm of soul power swept the whole valley, and the crowd around had already retreated to the periphery of the valley.

This kind of attack is too terrible. These low-level words are in the way of war. They can't be opponents at all.

"The world of mortals!"

A cold voice rang out, and in the gorgeous light, suddenly a silver light burst into the sky, like an aurora rushing in all directions.

"Ah ~"

a scream came out, five or six people were cut off by the waist, the viscera were all over the ground, and the blood filled the void.

"Back up!" Ning zhe yells, and his chest is also bursting with blood. Just now he blocked it in time, otherwise it would be him who died.

The crowd's scalp is numb, and doutian's strength is beyond their imagination. If they kill six words with one sword, they will be at the top of the battle. It's terrible.

Many people have long thought that doutian will surely be tortured to death by these people. However, the painting style is totally wrong. If the painting style is dignified, it will lead to the highest level of the art of war. Even if the painting style is crowned as king, it will be like a mole ant under the sword of doutian.

In the pile of corpses, there is a figure in black. He holds a long sword and walks to Ning Zhe and others step by step. The sword drips blood, and the shadow is pulled long by the afterglow of the setting sun.

The boy who looked thin was like a god of death.

A black suit, a man, a sword!

Sharp, dark eyes cold and merciless, looking at Ning Zhe and others' eyes, as if looking at a group of dead people.

According to the words of the major allies, a sense of fear rose in the hearts of those who were strong in the art of war. They had a kind of illusion that this boy was like death.

"Go on." Doutian licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Kill Ning zhe roars. He is the deputy leader of the Royal alliance. He is a member of the Ning family of the three big Mac families. How can he shrink back.

Bang!

He just took a step, but he felt that there was a figure on his chest. A giant foot stepped on his chest, and the figure of bone fracture came from his body.

With a heavy stomp, Ning Zhe's body suddenly hit the ground. At the next moment, the giant foot above Ning Zhe's chest made a great effort, and the ground suddenly vibrated, with huge cracks spreading in all directions.