Chapter 221 The Crushing Situation

After more than ten rounds of arrow rain, less than one of the disciples who are still standing at this moment has completed.

"Kill!"

A roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami sounded from the cliffs on both sides.

The disciples of the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons rushed over and rushed down.

At this time, their morale is high and their spirits are high.

And the disciples of Zixiao Pavilion and Tianxuanmen who are still alive are all out of breath and exhausted physically and mentally.

Xia Qingxue and others have been following Yan Lingfei's side, protected by Yan Lingfei, and did not die in the arrow rain.

When they saw the enemies all over the mountains and plains, their faces turned pale and their legs trembled with fright.

Yan Lingfei said to Xia Qingxue and others beside her: "You follow me, I will protect you."

"Clang...clang..."

After the handover of troops, the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons immediately gained the upper hand by relying on its vicious attack and vigorous momentum.

There was another wailing and screaming, and a large number of Tianxuanmen and Zixiao Pavilion disciples who were not many fell down again.

At this moment, there are less than fifty disciples alive.

Elder Qiu's eyes were red and bloodshot. Seeing so many disciples of this sect die tragically at the hands of the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons, the anger in his heart burned his chest right now.

"You all give me death!"

Elder Qiu released all his good fortune realm cultivation bases, and the spiritual power emanated from his body like a stormy wave, knocking down dozens of disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Hall around him.

"Humph!"

The vice-master of Wanpoison Hall was still on the top of Xuanji Cliff, looking at Elder Qiu who was running away below, he snorted coldly, and then his body glides down from the air like a bat.

He stretched out a finger emitting a faint light, and pointed at Elder Qiu.

Elder Qiu also saw it, mobilized all his spiritual energy, and slapped him.

"Boom!"

After an explosion, Elder Qiu's body flew backwards like a flying arrow and hit the mountain wall.

Elder Qiu raised his right hand, and found that there was a dense black light in his hand, his whole body was corroded by the cold breath, and his body began to gradually lose consciousness.

"You are so cruel, you actually poisoned me." Elder Qiu looked at the deputy hall master resentfully.

The deputy hall master smiled contemptuously, and said, "I don't use poison in the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons, so is it still called the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons?"

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the deputy hall master flashed in front of Elder Qiu like a ghost, raised his palm, and slashed at Elder Qiu's Tianling Gai.

At this moment, Elder Qiu has lost consciousness all over his body, and he can't stand up to avoid it at all.

Blood spilled from his head, his eyes were lifeless, and he collapsed to the ground.

The death of Elder Qiu made the remaining disciples of Tianxuanmen and Zixiao Pavilion completely despair.

They have gradually lost the courage to resist. If they can surrender to save their lives, they will choose to surrender without hesitation.

It's a pity that the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons doesn't have a good generation. With the attack of the deputy hall master, the Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons is almost crushing the disciples of the Tianxuan Sect and the Hall of Non-toxicity.

Yan Lingfei's beautiful eyes flashed with firmness, and he flew to the deputy hall master as light as a swallow, and stabbed with his sword.

The corner of the deputy hall master's mouth was slightly raised, showing a look of disdain, and a gust of wind was blown up, and he slapped it with his palm.

Yan Lingfei immediately felt that his sword was piercing a hard iron stone, and it was completely difficult to penetrate a single bit.

The deputy hall master sneered heavily: "Is Fairy Yan in Zixiao Pavilion only this strong? It's really disappointing."

After finishing speaking, the strength in the palm increased again, and Yan Lingfei's body was sent flying by the strength of his palm.

"Blood Heaven Realm!"

Yan Lingfei's eyes were a little desperate. He didn't expect that the third hall of the cult would even dispatch the masters of the Tiantian Realm.