Chapter 453: Moths to the fire

Just as Wize was penetrated by a blow, a roar came from an unknown direction.
With a monstrous killing intent.
Chen Xinglie stood up suddenly and took out the chrysanthemum arrow symbol.
"There are still masters hiding?"
He scanned with the chrysanthemum arrow symbol, and sure enough, behind a mountain not far away, there was a figure hidden.
This figure disappeared in a flash, and appeared directly above the battlefield in the next moment, watching the division battle coldly, just like watching a mortal person.
At the moment that roar appeared, Shi Zhan's expression changed, and then he smiled bitterly.
"Wu Yi! You really are still alive!"
His complexion was complicated, and he thought that after using the ancestral charms passed down from the Golden Eagle tribe, he would surely solve the Jinwu tribe.
But I didn't expect it to be a miscalculation, the other party actually has a strong one, which belongs to the list of strong people.
Such people only exist among a few powerful forces.
The cultivation level is high and profound, generally speaking, they are the old strong people who have not survived in which age, usually do not appear, once the ethnic group encounters a crisis of extermination, they will have the power to help the building.
Wuyi is the strongest person of the Jinwu tribe.
The division war would never have imagined that a Golden Crow tribe still had a strong background.
This Wuyi is a strong man left over from the previous generation of the Jinwu tribe, and is the old patriarch of the Jinwu tribe, who has lived for hundreds of years.
No one knew that this old guy was still alive, but he didn't expect that this person was still alive, and that he was still a strong person of the Golden Crow tribe.
No one knows how strong this Wuyi is now, and the strength of such a strong person cannot be measured by common sense.
"Humph!"
Wu Yi didn't speak, just a cold snort.
At the same time, the previously inaccessible battlefield suddenly stagnated.
With a cold snort, Wu unexpectedly stopped the tens of thousands of people present for a moment.
Only Chen Xinglie and others present showed no response.
"Teacher and junior, do you recognize the old man?"
Wu Yi asked old-fashionedly, watching the division battle condescendingly.
"Wu Yi, if you don't come today, the blood of your Golden Crow clan can continue, but when you come, it seems that God doesn't want your Golden Crow clan to continue to live in this world!"
After the words, Shi Zhan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
He had just consumed too much energy and blood, and now even his words would arouse a lot of energy and blood.
The injury was so severe that he couldn't even take out the pill.
He turned his head forcibly and looked in the direction of Chen Xinglie.
Now, only this deceased can save the Golden Eagle tribe.
On the field, the soldiers of the Golden Eagle tribe stared at the direction where Chen Xinglie was. That was their only hope.
Wu Yi seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and laughed wildly.
"Junior, can you lose your mind? Can the entire Dagan dynasty be able to beat the old man, but it is only five fingers. Is it possible that your Golden Eagle tribe and Shang Qingkong's masters exist?" Wu Yi looked disdainful, a How could the little Golden Eagle tribe have a relationship with Shang Qingkong's existence.
And even if Shang Qingkong made a shot, could it be possible to kill him by crossing thousands of miles?
It is common sense that Shang Qingkong cannot appear outside of Tu Shanzong.
"If you are fighting against juniors, let the old man take you off first. Don't worry, you people will be with you soon."
Shizhan didn't have the energy to speak, just waiting for something.
At the same time, Tongueless and Shang Qingkong couldn't help looking at Chen Xinglie.
Among so many people present, only three of them have the strength to kill Wu Yi.
That old guy is at best as good as tongue.
"Master, do you need an old slave to take action?"
Tonguelessly asked, as long as Chen Xinglie did not order, even if all the tens of thousands of people present were killed, he would not move a finger.
Chen Xinglie's command is greater than the sky.
Shang Qingkong did not speak, and waited quietly.
"Go ahead, as soon as possible."
Everyone knew that this was spoken to Shang Qingkong. Apart from Chen Xinglie himself, only Shang Qingkong, the Tushan Sect Supreme Elder, had the ability to kill this Wu Yi as soon as possible.
Stand without a tongue.
Shang Qingkong was expressionless and stepped out.
The next moment, he appeared beside Wu Yi.
She is far from Wu Da, but her strength has already reached the peak of this world.
On the battlefield.
Wu looked at everyone with enthusiasm.
Here, he is the king of all.
The premise is that Chen Xinglie is not here.
Just as Wu Yi wanted to end the division battle, a sense of crisis that had not appeared on him for many years spontaneously emerged.
His face changed a lot!
"Who?"
This old guy deserves to live so many years, his life-saving ability is not weak.
The moment Shang Qingkong appeared, his figure exploded rapidly.
He didn't see the people clearly until he retreated to what he thought was safe.
With just one glance, he was scared to death.
"Shang! Green! Empty!"
Wu called out the name one by one, his tone full of disbelief.
"Impossible! How could you appear in a small golden eagle tribe! You must be just a body of divine mind! It must be so!"
Wu Yi looked like a madman, and he was obviously shocked.
The warriors of the Golden Eagle tribe were reveling. Some of them did not know the identity of the woman who was with Chen Xinglie.
And now...
The statement of the No. 1 powerhouse of the Shang Qingkong Dagan dynasty spread here many years ago.
Even people in other empires know it.
Compared with the carnival of the Golden Eagle tribe, the Golden Crow tribe is not possessed one by one.
The situation that had benefited them in the first place, with the appearance of Shang Qingkong, instantly changed.
Above the air, Shang Qingkong stood in the air.
If Chen Xinglie were to choose a person most similar to the Empress from the Lower Realm, it would be Shang Qingkong.
But this is only relative.
Shang Qingkong was one Milky Way worse than that one.
Wu Yi's face was full of bitterness, and he couldn't tell how strong he was. The one in front of him was completely intimate.
Before he could think of anything else, the old guy roared, and a golden crow phantom appeared behind him, rushing towards Shang Qingkong.
He never thought of running away.
Because it is impossible, no one can retreat under this eyelid.
From the outside of the battlefield, Wu Yi seemed a bit tragic.
Chen Xinglie couldn't help but admire.
"What a moth to fight the fire."
Shang Qingkong looked calm, and as her sleeves flicked, a long sword appeared from her hand.
This is her famous weapon, but it is the top grade of heaven.
Seeing Wu Yi approaching, Shang Qingkong stretched out his hand, raised his sword, and cut off at Wu Yi.
As for herself, she didn't move.
This move was her own sword style from Chen Xinglie's Void Condensation Sword Art.
"Puff!"
A string of blood is flying.
A big hole broke out of nowhere in Wu Yi's chest.
And he has no resistance.
Immediately afterwards, Shang Qingkong made another sword.
These two swords have no gorgeous effect, some are just sharp sword intent, invisible to the naked eye.
Wuyi felt that he was flying further and further, until he saw his headless body.