2060: C2060 Sword-drawn Anxiety

C2060 Sword-drawn Anxiety

At this time, along with the Disciples of the Divine Hall who stopped in midair, they were immediately surrounded by two groups of people.0

The Demons' team that had been lying in ambush on the mountain peak in front of them seemed to have about a hundred figures, but there was actually only one. If one looked carefully, they would realize that these guys looked exactly the same.

Obviously, these were all magic clone s, and they were all formed from the battle of the Six-Winged Dragon Bloodline Demon King!

"Mo Chen."

Huo Rong's gaze turned cold as she stared at Mo Chen who was standing on the summit of the mountain.

The twelve blood guards and the other Disciples of the Divine Hall s also revealed strict expressions.

"I never thought that he would still hide and not reveal himself even after forcing you to such an extent. It seems that the arrogance and arrogance from before was all an act. It is really disappointing."

On the mountain top, Mo Chen had a cold smile on his face as he stared at the Disciples of the Divine Hall, as if he was trying to sentence a group of prisoners to death, with a playful look in his eyes, and said indifferently: "This prince will give you guys one last chance, as long as you hand over that bastard or kill him, you will all have a chance to live, how about it?"

Hearing that, Huo Rong's eyes were immediately filled with rage, and she coldly snorted. "In your dreams!"

Dragon Fang of the twelve blood guards took a step forward in midair, his bright eyes stared at Mo Chen, and said resolutely: "If you want to fight, then fight. Our Temple Hall has never been afraid of anyone.

"Since that's the case ?" Hearing what was said, Mo Chen squinted his eyes. Within his dark golden eyes, surged a cold killing intent, and his voice also became cold, "Then I'll kill all of you one by one until that bastard appears."

As he spoke, the sinister cold look in Mo Chen's eyes became even more intense, and his face revealed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile. He was already somewhat impatient to see with his own eyes the desperate, panic-stricken expression of the group of Disciples of the Divine Hall, as well as their comfortable screams.

This kind of despair and panic could only be more effective if they were to be crushed with absolute strength.

Bang!

Following Mo Chen's wave of his hand, the demon soldiers that were surrounding the Disciples of the Divine Hall suddenly released a vigorous aura of death.

Sou sou sou sou!

Immediately after, magic clone s began to split up one after another, and the originally hundred plus Demons' team s instantly numbered in the thousands. The dense shadow army was like an army, spreading to the entire sky!

At this moment, it was as though the sky had turned dark.

When the disciples of the Temple Hall saw this scene, their hearts immediately became heavy. They knew that this battle, would probably end in a fight to the death. She could only hope that she could last until the teleportation gate opened.

Huo Rong took a deep breath, then looked at Dragon Fang, the leader of the twelve blood guards, and said in a low voice: "Let me stop that Mo Chen."

"Alright."

Hearing this, Dragon Fang nodded his head heavily. At this time, their eldest brother, Long Bufan, was not around, so they could only rely on Huo Rong to resist the demon prince.

"I'll deal with one of them." Liu Yunluo said in a low voice, and then, with a jolt of his mind, the silver longsword in his hand suddenly changed into a black heavy sword.

This heavy sword was the spirit treasure he had obtained from the Martial Saint's Treasure. The heavy sword's blade was engraved with a scarlet rune, which faintly emitted a murderous aura.

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