Chapter 937: Slaughter

There were sorrowful wailing in the light curtain. There were only three people who could stand. Two wailed and one stunned.
Fang Bai carried Jiuyao Vajra sticks, slowly stepping on his feet, his cold eyes stared at the disciples of Vulcan Temple in the light curtain, whose body was shaking and muddy.
Unbelievable eyes gathered from all directions, Fang Bai felt the eyes of the crowd and turned a blind eye.
Wang Fuhua and his disciples of Jiuyin Palace stared blankly at him, forgetting to attack the light curtain for a moment.
Jiuyong's King Kong stick was raised high, the wind screamed, and slammed hard against the light curtain.
Despite the light curtain, the disciples in the Temple of Vulture inside felt the peak of the giant mountain, and it seemed that the sky was a bit short.
Suddenly awake, Ling Shi flew towards the array.
Unfortunately, everything is late!
Jiuyong's King Kong stick was slammed down, the light curtain trembled quickly, Wang Fuhua and Jiuyin Palace disciples reacted, and the hundred attacks fell at the same time.
Rumble!
After a roar, the light curtain shattered, and the comatose disciples of Vulcan Temple fell like raindrops, screaming wildly and fleeing.
There was only one sober, but stayed where he was. He didn't want to run away, but he knew he would die.
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Ahhhh!
The light fell, the screams ceased, and the coma failed to escape. The only advantage was that he did not have to bear the fear.
Jiuyong's diamond stick fell towards the only sober disciple disciple, standing desperately and giving up resistance.
The blood mist burst, and a hundred disciples of Vulcan Temple slaughtered in an instant.
The sky was silent, and the Vulcan Temple camp was dead silent, followed by the burst of cheering from the sky following the Jiuyin Palace formation.
In two hundred-man battles, the victory of Jiuyin Palace was crisp and clear, the victory was hearty, and the victory was perfect.
Hundreds went to war, one hundred returned, and none died.
Some energy was also given in the first war. In the second war, there was almost no chance to act. Only after attacking the light curtain for a while, a massacre was launched.
Hundred-player battles on the barbarous mainland have so far passed, and I have never heard of such a brilliant record.
Eliminate the other two hundred people without any damage!
The man who made this miracle is Fang Bai!
Strong infuriating body, perverted flesh, powerful armor, perfect air duct, and now there are powerful perverted spirits, how can such a monster appear in the barren continent?
The strong players in the field, such as clouds, have seen how many evil spirits against the sky, but no one has ever been like Fang Bai.
Zhu Zhanyan looked so gloomy to the extreme that he finally found a flaw that he thought he had, but he was defeated more sharply, an unprecedented fiasco!
"Elder Yu, what should I do?"
As soon as the words came out, Zhu Chiyan realized that he had made a big mistake, and he should not have behaved so panic, especially here and now!
Elder Yu glanced at him, dissatisfaction overflowed with words, and said indifferently, "However, there are only two hundred disciples killed in war. Where can there be undead in war?"
His expression was cold and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.
Zhu Zhiyan gritted his teeth, and the voice of God spoke: "Elder Rain, you know what I worry about."
Humph!
Elder Rain snorted coldly and ignored him, his eyes fixed on Fang Bai, seeming to see everything through.
Of course, he knew what Zhu Chiyan was talking about, and he was worried that Fang Bai was a disciple of Zhan Tianzong. Now he said anything late, and the hatred had ended.
Elder Yu didn't know why Fang Bai would enemies with the Temple of Fire, but he could feel it from that killing intention, and there was no room for a turn around.
"carry on!"
The indifferent voice dropped, Zhu Zhuyan was shocked, and looked horrified. Is it really necessary to let these disciples die?
The rumors and rumors of the Temple of Fire have already spread. He now insists on sending people to die, isn't it a majestic sweep?
Even if the Temple of Fire was defeated, he wished the name of Blazing Flames was completely stink!
I wish the family's reputation in the Temple of Fire was completely stink!
I wish I could regret it. I knew that the battle should be hosted by the master of the palace, and he turned his head to look at him. The latter didn't even look at him. At this time, no one was willing to make such an order.
Wang Fu rushed to the side of Fang Bai with a hundred paintings. He checked the gods and learned a lot.
"You must accept them all this time." Wang Fuhua sent Qian Kun to the front of Fang Bai indiscriminately.
Fang Bai froze for a moment, and smiled, "I'm welcome." Then put away these banquets.
It is said that he did not do too much for this battle and accepted it frankly.
"You fairies should still be able to fight one another, right?" Fang Bai asked with a smile back.
"Of course, Father Fang can't leave us!"
"Fang Fangzi wouldn't even be able to take us. Today we rely on you."
"Do you want to rely on Shanggong today, or do you want to rely on him all your life?"
The giggle giggled, Yingying Yanyan, where is the dignity of the war?
The disciples of Jiuyin Palace, who were cold all day, did not expect such a scene, but made Fang Bai a little embarrassed.
It's a genius opportunity to earn credit, and they certainly don't want to miss it in vain.
This battle is about the survival of Jiuyin Palace, and various rewards are not a problem.
Not to mention that those who did not want to join the war did not want to retreat, those who did not participate in the war were extremely jealous. I knew it was so easy that they should fight early.
Talk and laugh here, but the Vulcan Temple camp is deadly, and the two annihilation battles will be a huge blow to the soul.
Failure is not terrible. It is terrible to see no hope, even a glimmer of hope.
Hundreds of people came out under Zhu Zhiyan's high pressure.
This time the battle was different, and the revisions ranged from the first level to the third level, of which the first level accounted for the vast majority.
The disciples of the Temple of Vulcan Temple accounted for a small part, mostly disciples gathered by some small forces. At this time, no one dared to challenge the patience of the Temple of Fire.
The Temple of Fire is at a disadvantage at this time, but they firmly believe that after passing through this difficult period in the early stage of the Tao, the final victory still belongs to the Temple of Fire.
The reason is without him. The strength of the two sides in the path is clear at a glance.
Looking at the disciple who came to die, Fang Bai's gaze was still cold. If he had changed to the old days, he might have an intolerance and compassion in his heart.
But at this moment, he wouldn't, there would be no trace of mercy.
It was these people who drove some people who had nothing to do with the war to the Jiuyin Palace, engaged in battle on the battlefield, and made their lives, but they should not be involved.
If the winner was the Temple of Fire, would there be a trace of compassion in their hearts?
of course not!
Wang Fuhua looked at these low-spirited people and sneered: "The Temple of Fire is a big deal, and these people are sent to die."
Fang Bai coldly said: "That is because they have a bigger plot, they don't care about these people's life and death."
"Yes!"
Wang Fuhua sighed: "In the eyes of the strong, who ever saw other people as human beings is just their tool. Even if there is some heartache, it is also a tool for heartache."
Fang Baiwenyan said to himself, if he changed to him, would he also have such thoughts.
Soon, Fang Bai denied it. Responsibility was related to strength. No matter what day he went, he would not be so heartless.
Now that he is weak, what he can do is try his best to protect the people around him, the rest has nothing to do with him.
For example, in the Tianyuan mainland, at first, he could only take care of the people around him, and gradually became the emperor of Yuzhou. He would protect every Yuzhou people.
When Zhan Tianzong came, he did not hesitate to stand up to protect the people in Tianyuan mainland. This is strength and responsibility.
"kill!"
The roar of despair sounded, and hundreds of streamers swiftly killed, and left and right were just dead. Fear will not make anyone feel pity, but it will make people disgusted.
"kill!"
Fang Bai's cold words fell, like a streamer killing the crowd at the Temple of Vulture, and he rushed in at first, and the Jiuyi King Kong sticks fluttered, flesh fluttering and screaming.
The disciples of Jiuyin Palace fight together, and their cultivation, strength, and morale are too strong for the other side.
Neither of the previous two wars caused any damage, let alone this loose sand?
It was another slaughter, and the surrounding crowd looked a little numb.
The Temple of Vulture camp is still dead, and the breath of fear spreads among the crowd.