Chapter 6766: Human right path

The four flags stunned and began to merge into a big banner.
The elders are very anxious. No one knows more about the power of the four flags after the fusion of them. This is also the reason why the four people of the wind and thunder have to dare to sneak in the late eight-story.
The elders stepped out and quickly came to the front of the four men. At the same time, he clenched his fist and passed it directly to the center of the storm.
The four men who fight alone are not the opponents of the great elders. They are hurriedly retreating under the panic, but the storm that could have blown out the spirits cannot block the fists of the elders.
"Oh..." Two loud sounds, the wind was directly punched out by the great elders, and at the same time the attack of thunder, rain, and fire also hit the elders.
The elder's body was broken and his face was pale, but it also prevented the fusion of the four flags.
At the same time, other masters of the Nancheng League also came from all over the place and joined the battle.
The four people have no hope of seeing the speedy battle. With a wave of hands, all the strong players in the North City will be dispatched.
The sky is the aftermath of spiritual power, and this is the largest battle since the holy city was built.
The elders took the lead and took the members of the Nancheng League with the enemy, swearing to kill four people.
But the helpless North City masters are like clouds, plus they are justified, so even if the South City is united, there are still many deaths and injuries.
With the addition of other strong players in the North City, the wind and thunder have enough time to reintegrate the four flags.
A raging momentum was formed, and the elders turned into a streamer. They directly penetrated the two northern city powerhouses and wanted to stop the four people, but there were too many masters of the North City.
The elders could not rush out of layers of blockade in a short period of time, and many parts of the body have been injured.
"Old things, let's die." With the integration of the four flags, the four people doubled their confidence and rushed to the front.
On the other side of the banner, there are four kinds of ultimate power, and the surrounding aura is sucked up.
Many outsiders saw the flag unexpectedly excited and shouted. Everyone recognized that it was the five elements of Murong Jianqiu.
At this time, there were some unclear strongmen who joined in and helped the North City to deal with the Nancheng Alliance.
The members of the Nancheng Alliance are in the end, and they are endlessly suffering.
They are all righteous people, but they are born in the safety of the entire holy city.
If this is the case, Murong City has been missing for many years, and the Lord of the Holy City has become someone else.
Then the time is not the demise of a Nancheng alliance, but it is likely that the end of the entire Terran holy city billions of cultivators will come.
"The great elders, the five elements of the city of Murong, although they lack a main flag, but the power is too strong, you are going, we cover you." Some of the strongmen of the Nancheng League are surging with spiritual power, burning souls rushed out.
These people are following Murong Jianqiu for many years, and they are loyal and have already set their lives to death.
The North City represents justice, the South City represents evil, and the North City forces far exceed the Nancheng Alliance.
Over the years, although the North City secretly sent a master to assassinate some members of the Nancheng Alliance, it has not been dispatched as it is today, regardless of the impact of the killing.
Members of the Nancheng Alliance also know that today is probably the end.
But no one has retreated, everyone is enemies, and some of the low-educated practitioners directly burned the soul and gained the ultimate power to rush to the masters of the North City.
"Booming"
"Ah!"
"It’s all over the place, I’m fighting with you.

"go to hell."
The explosion of the sky, killing the sound, blood flowing into the river.
The five-line flag, which originally symbolizes the supreme majesty, originally belonged to the five-line flag of Murong Jianqiu. At the moment, it became a weapon of the gods who slaughtered the soul of Murong Jianqiu.
The huge five-line flag shrouded everything, and the wind blew away the soul of a group of practitioners.
The real fire has burned everything, and the raindrops have passed through many practitioners who have no time to escape. Thunder and lightning have opened all defenses.
The elders and the many masters are struggling, they are roaring in anger, groaning.
The elders' full-body radiance was pushed to the extreme, and he was surrounded by three strong men in the mid-eighth.
An astonishing power broke out in his old body, and a punch directly penetrated a strong man, and then stepped up and fell into a battle with two strong men.
The four major battles of the Holy City of the Holy City will lead to a lot of strong people, and the news of the killing of the city quickly spread throughout the Holy City.
Many practitioners have come and many of them have joined in and participated in the members of the Nancheng Alliance.
"Old things, see no? This is justice, this is human nature!" The wind and thunderstorms are extremely mad, and laughter again and again.
The elders have endless bitterness in their hearts, and he cannot pour out the truth.
It is clearly right, but it is so dead!
"All the practitioners of the Holy City listen to orders, whoever takes the head of the elders, the city government must have a reward!" The four directly ordered.
In an instant, a group of strong people joined in. These strong people are not known at all, so they attacked the elders insanely.
The elders of the elders are all blood. If they are not the masters of the Nancheng League, they will protect them in the middle, and they may have fallen.
"Great elders, are we wrong?" A strong man watched the people around him dying one by one, lying in a pool of blood, and the other practitioners who had joined in, some sentimentally asked.
The elders looked pale and looked at the direction of the city’s main government.
The right way is the vicissitudes of life!

"War!" The cultivator shouted, and the whole body was brilliance to the extreme. He burned the soul and gained strength, and rushed directly to the strongman of the North City. Soon, the glory was dim and the gods disappeared, but they also took away two masters of the North City. .
The world is crying, the Nancheng League masters are almost to be slaughtered, and the North City is also dead and wounded, but the North City almost represents the entire Terran Holy City, so the loss of these masters is insignificant.
"The avenue is ruthless, can the world be fair?" Another master of the Nancheng League, Yang Tian roared, and it was difficult to hide a trace of desolateness in the voice.
The elders have red eyes and wet eyes. He can't save the members of the Nancheng League.
He roared and the fire of the raging spirit was burning.
"Great elders, you are the hope of the Nancheng League, don't, let me come." At this time, a young swordsman with a body rushed out and stopped the elders.
"Children, your qualifications are rare, you are the hope of the future." The elders tears down, and the strong people around them fall down one by one.
"Great elders, don't ah!" The young practitioners, who are called indispensable, sorrowfully screamed.
I saw that the elders suddenly slid to the extreme, and the whole person was covered with a flame.
The flames are unresolved, powerful, and horrifying.
This is the fire of the spirits ignited by the practitioners, and the power exceeds all the real fires in the world.
"All the people of the Nancheng League should remember the right path of the human world, and why bother to die and die, killing themselves, making a living and defending the right path!" The elders with a sad voice sounded through the sky.
"Great elders, don't!"
"Great elders, stop, don't!"
"No, big elders. Ah, it’s all over the sky, you can’t die!

The members of the Nancheng League are crazy, and many people are burning the soul to gain strength, killing and killing.
The elders burned the fire of the soul, rushing to the wind, thunder and fire, four people, the four did not dare to care, the alliance spurred the five elements of defense.
Once the fire of the soul is immortal and seriously injured, at the same time, the elders directly roll up a golden light, and the young man will be swept away.
There is no sound around the voice of the elders: "Children, this history needs to be remembered. Murong will return home, you have to live!"
"No, big elder! Don't!" There is no lack of wet eyes, crazy struggle, but he can only get rid of the initial repairs of the Eight Diagrams.
As the entire elders became more and more popular, a large number of close North City masters were taken away, and the elders gradually faded.
Before the great elders were destroyed, they used the last power to break the void and sent them in.
Heaven and earth are sorrowful, the generation of strong people is famous, and the old man who follows Murong Jianqiu’s endless years is degraded.
The masters of the Nancheng League are crazy, and they are not afraid of death, and they are madly hitting the North City.
The wind, the thunder and the fire, the four people mobilized the five elements of the flag like a harvester, and the Nancheng masters who were instantly formed into pieces were all refining.
Other practitioners in the holy city who continue to join the battlefield believe that they are on the road and harvest the battlefield.
In the face of all this, the surviving strongman of Nancheng was numb.
Their eyes are crying, their hearts are bleeding, and they want to tell the truth.
"Kill, the elders envy the Rongcheng Lord's retreat, and deceived him, attempting to smash the position of the city, has been killed, and his next one does not stay, kill!" The crowd did not know that it was full of killing.
All the people chased the members of the Nancheng Alliance like crazy, and the humanity is nothing but human nature.
"No, you stupid pigs, no."
Some of the strongmen of the Nancheng League couldn't help but tell the truth, but when they thought about the safety of the holy city, they thought of the words of the elders before they died, and abandoned the gap that opened their lives, they still resisted.
This is the belief, the guardianship of the right and the right, and the death is not enough!
The slaughter is still going on, the blood flows into the river, and the corpse is everywhere.
The Nancheng Alliance’s loyalists who are loyal to Murong Jianqiu are full of millions, but they are insignificant relative to the entire vast and boundless Terran Holy City.
For the huge and infinite holy city with hundreds of millions of cultivators, this massacre is just and is the maintenance of the dignity of the strong legend of Murong Jianqiu.
More and more practitioners have joined the slaughter queue from all sides, because the elders have burned the soul and died.
The masters of the Nancheng League have also suffered heavy casualties, and only the rest have been seriously injured. It is already the end of the strong.