"Motherf * cker, you're courting death by fighting me!" Ouyang Zhen panted.
If he had been any slower, his neck would have been bitten off by Mad Tooth. He did not expect Mad Tooth to be so crazy.
Although he had killed Mad Tooth, he could not participate in the battle anymore. All his strength had been used up, and there were many wounds on his body. The wound on his neck could not be moved. If it burst open again, he would not be able to survive. After all, the throat was the most fatal part!
Fortunately, before Mad Tooth died, his protective spirit beast, the Four-Horned Demon Cow, had just destroyed Ouyang Zhen's leopard. Otherwise, it would have been a waste.
On the other side, the Saints of the Black Demon Sect and the Dongfang Clan were also fighting fiercely.
Although the Black Demon Sect had one more Saint, the Dongfang Clan had the most powerful Dragon Turtle. It could fight against the Thousand Viper's black snake spirit beast, a middle-level Saint, and the Saint's protective spirit beast.
The Dragon Turtle's strongest point was its defense. It was almost immune to attacks that were weaker than it. This was equivalent to being in an invincible state. Coupled with its powerful and ferocious attacks, it was able to gain the upper hand even when fighting one against three.
If it was given a little more time, the black snake would definitely be swallowed alive. The middle-level Saint and his eighth level spirit beast would not be able to escape death either.
With the Dragon Tortoise as a distraction, Granny Dongfeng and her spiritual beasts had a much easier time dealing with the Myriad Venomous Serpent, who had been a high-level Saint for many years. Otherwise, the Myriad Venomous Serpent's poisonous techniques would have been extremely difficult to deal with.
As for Black Demon's wife, Mei Sha, her killing methods were extremely shocking. The mid-level Saint of the Dongfang Clan was forced to retreat again and again. He was surrounded by danger again and again.
The middle-level Saint could not fight back at all, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. This was a situation that he had not encountered for many years.
He also realized that the woman in front of him definitely had the strength of a peak middle-level Saint. It would not be long before she would have the opportunity to step into a higher level.
Feng Qingyuan of the Feng Clan could be said to be unparalleled in terms of speed.
However, the Ghost Darkness Sect had sent two people to tangle with her. One was a mid-level Saint, and the other was a low-level Saint. They only focused on defense and did not fight to the death with her. This made it difficult for her to defeat them, let alone help the others. The more she fought, the angrier she became.
"Fu Zhen, if you don't move aside, don't blame me for being impolite!" Feng Qingyuan frowned and shouted.
Fu Zhen was the leader of the Gui You Sect. He had the strength of a mid-level Saint and had entered this realm earlier than Feng Qingyuan. His strength was much denser than Feng Qingyuan's.
"Fairy Feng, you don't have to do this. Your Feng Family has become enemies with several big powers for the sake of the Proud Smiling Palace. I'm afraid you won't have a good time in the future," Fu Zhen replied.
They had already chosen to stand on the Ouyang Clan's side, so naturally, they wouldn't let the Feng Clan help others.
"Then all of you can go to hell!"
Feng Qingyuan shouted out fiercely, the Holy Sword in her hand danced, with her as the center, she instantly swept up a ball of wind blades that formed a huge energy.
The blades twisted in all directions!
The energy was divided into countless wind blades that slashed towards Fu Zhen and the other low-level Saint.
At the same time, her figure surged like a ghost and swept towards the low-level Saint. Her long sword went straight for the low-level Saint's eyebrows.
The low-level Saint was already having a hard time fending off Feng Qingyuan's wind blades. If it wasn't for Fu Zhen bearing most of the pressure, he would have been killed. Now that Feng Qingyuan suddenly attacked him, he was terrified. He wanted to dodge, but found that Feng Qingyuan's long sword followed him like a shadow, and it was impossible for him to get rid of it.
"Don't you dare hurt my Junior Brother!"
Fu Zhen dispersed Feng Qingyuan's wind blades. He shouted loudly and the round hammer in his hand rapidly smashed towards Feng Qingyuan.
If Feng Qingyuan really wanted to assassinate the low-level Saint, she would also have to take Fu Zhen's heavy blow!
This could be considered as a strategy of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao Feng.
He originally thought that Feng Qingyuan wouldn't take this risk. After all, even if he couldn't kill Feng Qingyuan with this move, he would at least seriously injure her.
Unfortunately, he was wrong this time. Feng Qingyuan actually ignored everything and stabbed the long sword between her Junior Brother's eyebrows without hesitation.
Ah!
The low-level Saint let out a shrill cry. His head was penetrated, his sea of consciousness was directly destroyed, and his soul was scattered. All his vitality was cut off, and no elixirs or miraculous medicines could save him.
At the same time, Feng Qingyuan's back was smashed by Fu Zhen's heavy round hammer.
Pfft!
She spat out a mouthful of blood, and her entire body was sent flying like a broken kite.
"Damned bitch, you forced me to turn against you. You actually killed my Junior Brother. I'll definitely cut you into a thousand pieces!"
Fu Zhen shouted madly and called back her round hammer. After that, she smashed it madly towards Feng Qingyuan.
Countless shadows of the hammer were accompanied by thunderbolts, and the surrounding space collapsed into pieces.
Although Feng Qingyuan had suffered internal injuries, it wasn't as serious as she had imagined. This was because she was wearing a high-level Saint Armor given to her by the Evil Emperor, and it had blocked most of the strength of the attack.
This was also the important thing that she relied on to take the risk to assassinate the low-level Saint.
Feng Qingyuan shouted delicately. Her body floated like a light breeze, and she dodged most of Fu Zhen's attack. She swung her long sword to block the rest of the attack, but she was still forced to retreat.
In terms of strength, she was much weaker than Fu Zhen, and it was obvious that she was at a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation.
"I've already warned you, you asked for it!"
Feng Qingyuan responded and retreated a thousand meters. Once again, she organized an attack, and fought with Fu Zhen with speed.
Fu Zhen was also angry. Previously, they had only wanted to delay the people from the Feng Family, but they didn't expect that the Feng Family wasn't here to fish in troubled waters, but to help the Proud Smiling Palace wholeheartedly.
If he had known earlier, he would have killed Feng Qingyuan with his Junior Brother with all his strength.
Now it was too late. He could only kill Feng Qingyuan to avenge his Junior Brother!
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On the other hand, Gu Lei from the Gu Family was beating Mo Lin half to death with ease.
Although he was only at the peak of the mid-level Saint, his combat strength was comparable to that of an ordinary high-level Saint. Countless thunder and lightning bolts made people feel that it was difficult to resist.
His Thunder Flood Dragon was also extremely powerful, and Mo Lin's Spirit Beast was also bitten to death.
"Surrender to the Gu Family, and we'll spare your life!" Gu Lei held a long dagger-axe in his hand and looked at the seriously injured Mo Lin indifferently.
There were limited Saints in the Central Region, and every one of them was a peerless expert with the ability to dominate a region.
Gu Lei had a good idea. His family didn't have many Saints, and he was thinking about whether he could subdue this person for his own use.
"Haha, you're not qualified to make me surrender!"
Mo Lin laughed bitterly, and then glanced in Han Kai's direction. He said in his heart, "Saint Master Han, I'm sorry!"
Then, several beads that looked like Heavenly Lightning Beads appeared in his hand, and he threw them at Gu Lei.
Gu Lei thought that they were real Heavenly Lightning Beads, and he didn't dare to be careless. He quickly changed his position, and at the same time, he waved his hand, and a force swept away the beads.
However, he realized that the beads didn't explode, and he knew that he had been tricked.
When Gu Lei looked at Mo Lin again, he was nowhere to be seen.
"You actually dared to trick me. Do you think you can escape?"
Gu Lei was furious. He jumped onto the back of the Thunder Flood Dragon and chased in the direction that Mo Lin had escaped.
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As for the three Saints under Sha Tian's command, they fought against the four Ape Kings, and the battle was also quite fierce.
Although the four Ape Kings were only at the low-level of the Eighth Order, they were extremely strong. Every punch was enough to split mountains and rivers, and their physical defense was extremely abnormal.
Although the three Jade Killers had lost one person, one of them was a mid-level Saint, and they had the help of three Eighth Order Spirit Beasts, so they weren't at a disadvantage.
They were good at assassination, and their movements were very unpredictable. They often changed to different tricky angles to assassinate the four Ape Kings.
However, even if they stabbed the Ape Kings three times, a single punch from the Ape King would be enough to make them suffer.
It was impossible for them to determine the victor in a short period of time.
The two Saints from the Martial Spirit Council were just casually dealing with them. They did not really fight, and no one really dared to fight them seriously. After all, the power of the Martial Spirit Council was enough to intimidate many people.
Although they were on the side of the Proud Smiling Palace, everyone could see that they did not really want to get involved. This was also the reason why the Proud Smiling Palace did not have the upper hand.
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The battle between the Saints was extremely fierce. It was impossible to determine the victor in a short period of time.
Below them, the melee had reached its climax.
The Proud Smiling Palace's twenty thousand people had been reduced to a few thousand. The Ouyang Clan still had about ten thousand people, and the Black Demon Sect had seven to eight thousand people. Many of them had been killed by the Dongfang Clan, the Feng Clan, and Yuan Zhantian.
The Dongfang Clan and the Feng Clan had both suffered losses.
This battle was extremely fierce. More and more people died, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
As the leader of the Proud Smiling Palace, Feng Xianyun had killed countless people. Now, she was besieged by two Black Demon Sect's mid-level Xuan Emperors. She had many wounds on her body, and her aura was becoming more and more unstable.
Luo Meiying was also in a difficult situation. Her combat experience was much worse than the others. If not for her Spirit Level World Power, she would have died a long time ago.
As for Ji Beixin, the three elders of the Feng Clan were taking care of her from time to time. Her life was not in danger yet.
Dongfang Jing was also protected by the Dongfang Clan's experts, so she could guard Xuan Yao and Ye Yunfeng with peace of mind.
On the other hand, Wei Daier's situation was getting more and more dangerous.
She was protected by her brother, Leng She, and the eight generals. However, they were only Heavenly Masters, and it was difficult for them to fight against Xuan Emperors.
A low-level Xuan Emperor from the Ouyang Clan was called Ouyang Bin. He was famous for being lecherous.
Even on the battlefield, he did not forget to pay attention to Feng Xianyun, Ji Beixin, Dongfang Jing, Luo Meiying, and Wei Daier.
He saw that Wei Daier had the least number of experts by her side, and he, the Mystic Thearch, was able to deal with Leng She without any resistance. He then approached Wei Daier and laughed, "Beauty, let's see where you can run to this time. Be obedient and listen to me, and I can spare your life!"
At the same time, he reached out to grab Wei Daier's full chest.
Just as his hand was about to come into contact with Wei Daier's chest, a strong gust of wind swept over and a strong hand grabbed onto his hand in advance.