Chapter 1359
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"Don't think too much! Go to the sword sacrificial array! "
When Wan Shuirong saw that the morale of the Northern Rock Nation's side had greatly increased because of Heba Longxiang's return, she quickly urged Zhen Xiaoxiao. Before she could finish speaking, she once again plunged into the beast tide like a meteor.
"Let's deal with this wave first, then we'll make other plans!" Wu Hefeng even sent out a gust of wind, trying to push Zhen Xiaoxiao back into the array.
"Xiaoxiao! Xiaoxiao! "Jiao Zimo and Cen Yuanqing, who were sitting in the array, called out to her urgently.
Only Chao Lu looked gloomy in the sword array.
If this sword was to kill the Heba Dragon Elephant again, then he could only … self-destruct and destroy the inheritance of the Devil Sword in his body!
Zhen Xiaoxiao was so anxious that he bit his lower lip so hard that it bled.
No wonder Chenguang would easily entrust this information to him. Even if she came back to report, no one would believe her. At most, she would just remind him to protect his own life in advance.
Apart from protecting himself, he could not change anything!
He asked himself, could he leave in this situation?
Of course not!
In the Snow Lotus Lake, there were Great Elder Yuanfeng and the others, whom he could not leave behind. But in the main battlefield of the God Perishing Peak, there were Sui Sui, Qianxia … and many of his friends!
What kind of decision was this? This was driving him to his death!
She was so petty that she was about to cry. How she wished she could split herself into two, so that she could be split into two!
"Dongling boy, die!"
The roar of the Heba Dragon Elephant echoed in the sky. In the terrible sound waves, a large number of Dongling cultivators who were fighting with the barbarian cultivators in the sky immediately spat out blood and fell from the sky. From afar, it looked like the sky was raining red.
"Oh no! I heard that the Northern Rock Tribe of Heba are all berserkers! "
The cultivators of the East Temple and the Spiritual Gate swallowed elixirs crazily to calm down their restless Dan Sea. And this was only the Divine Transformation Stage Barbarian Ancestor, who had just stepped out from behind the Divine Wind Wall!
"Brothers, take care …" The Dongling cultivator, whose Dan Tian was shattered by the power of the Barbarian Ancestor, could only say this before he died.
"Xiaoxiao, you go!"
Everyone was waiting for Zhen Xiaoxiao to return to the sword formation. Only Small Gruel turned his head and pushed Zhen Xiaoxiao away from Wu Hefeng's palm wind, pushing him backward with all his might!
"No!"
Lian Zizhuolong's eyes burned with fury. Merging with the abyssal demon dragon had caused his demonic will to surge. He could no longer tolerate people repeatedly disobeying his arrangements!
Now, Zhen Xiaoxiao had no choice but to obey. He had to take out the God Slaying Blade from the sacrificial sword array!
Even though Lian Zi Zhuo understood Zhen Xiaoxiao's pain, war was cruel. Since she was unwilling to make the decision herself, he would be the bad guy!
The huge black dragon silhouette condensed around him blocked off Zhen Xiaoxiao's path of retreat with a wave of its tail. But this time, Lian Zizhuo's judgment was wrong …
Zhen Xiaoxiao did not want to leave irresponsibly. Instead, Small Gruel turned into a ray of cold light and flew toward the Heba Dragon Elephant after a short urging.
Xiaoxiao …
I still don't remember that spell.
But it should still be usable after some simple modifications, right?
Closing his eyes, Small Gruel spread his arms and a colorful wind suddenly swirled around him. The wind was small at first, but in the blink of an eye, it covered the entire battlefield and captured all the wind in the world!
Damn!
Everyone could only see a cultivator from East Spirit rushing towards the Demigod Stage barbarian Zu Heba in a suicidal manner that was about to be completely separated from the Divine Wind Wall. Only Zi Huan stood in the wind and gasped.
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