Eight Hundred and Fortieth Chapters: The Strategy of Breaking the Game
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"Do you still want to run? If the mist of life spreads further, the disciples of Sword Master Sect will be gone."
An Jiuyou stared coldly at Baili Fenghua who was constantly retreating, and said in a gloomy tone.
The meaning of the words, can't say whether it is advice or ridicule.
"Damn it!"
After hearing An Jiuyou's words, Baili Fenghua's movements froze, but he no longer retreated.
Keeping retreating all the time, it will only consume the lives of the disciples of the Swordsman Sect.
For the Shadow Palace, there is no loss at all.
Rather than this, it is better to stand against the fog of life and behead An Jiuyou, which is the way to break the game.
"Sect Master, what's going on?"
Seeing Baili Fenghua leaning over, Le Zhengya also realized that something was wrong.
Just now, Heiming also joined forces with Murong Song to shake Le Zhengya back.
This situation seems a little strange.
"The people in the Shadow Temple started the blood sacrifice formation, and now they consume all the vitality of the disciples of the Swordsman Sect."
Baili Fenghua gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"what?!"
Le Zhengya's pupils shrank slightly, looking a little surprised.
The two of them rushed back thousands of miles for the sake of Swordsman Sect.
If all the disciples of the Swordsman Sect were sacrificed, then the Swordsman Sect would exist in name only.
This is by no means what Baili Fenghua and Le Zhengya want to see.
"For today's plan, only by winning An Jiuyou can we have a chance to break the game."
Baili Fenghua said in a deep voice.
"Sect Master, protect me to the Imperial Sword Sect, and I can break through the blood sacrifice formation."
Le Zhengya said in a low voice, looking at the dark red mist that was rapidly spreading over.
"you sure?"
Baili Fenghua gave Le Zhengya a serious look with a very serious tone.
At this time, this is not the time to be joking.
"I wouldn't make fun of this kind of thing."
Le Zhengya nodded, and wiped the bronze storage ring on her finger with her fingertips.
With the broken magic crystal ball, what kind of magic circle can't be destroyed.
A mere blood sacrifice formation is nothing to worry about.
"okay, I get it."
Baili Fenghua nodded solemnly, and then rushed into the mist of life.
The dark red mist instantly wrapped Baili Fenghua in it, frantically eroding the fighting spirit in Baili Fenghua's body.
"You came in after all."
An "unexpected" expression appeared on An Jiuyou's face.
As the Sect Master of the Swordsman Sect, it is impossible for Baili Fenghua to give up the many disciples of the Swordsman Sect.
Then it is bound to step into the mist of this life.
And a hero-level powerhouse who has been eroded by all his grudges, has no strength to deal with their Shadow Palace people.
"To actually dare to enter into the mist of life, I really don't know whether to live or die."
Hei Ming took a deep breath, his face full of killing intent.
After being blessed with various attributes by the mist of life, Hei Ming would not have the slightest fear in the face of the last hundred miles of elegance that was eroded by the fighting spirit all the time.
Under this situation, Baili Fenghua's strength at this time cannot be stronger than Heiming.
What's more, the mist of life will also corrode the sword energy.
This is simply a fatal blow to the class of Sword Master.
Hei Ming also understood this, so when he saw Baili Fenghua taking the initiative to enter the mist of life, he immediately greeted him.
"It's a ridiculous hero-level first person, let me die!"
Hei Ming raised his fist, and the vindictive energy in his body roared, as if he wanted to vent his master's anger.
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