"Kill kill kill..." The Tyrant Sword Sect has completely turned into a battlefield, and countless screams and shouts sounded. However, the combat power of the Demon Legion is not comparable to the disciples of the Tyrant Sword Sect. Only the core disciples can single out a Demon Warrior, the outer disciples need ten tyrants of the sword formation to fight against a Demon Warrior, and the inner disciples also need four knots. The tyrants can fight.

In this case, basically a team of disciples will face two or three demon warriors. Although they also defended, they couldn''t stop the attacks of several demon warriors. After all, they couldn''t form a more powerful sword formation.

For a time, the disciples of the Ba Dao Sect were one-sided. Although they occasionally killed one or two demon warriors, it was nothing to the 300,000 demon army.

"Submit!" In the air, Gui Zong looked at Balong with a grinning expression on his face, exuding the top-level strength of the Four Realms.

"Hahaha, it''s too arrogant. I dare to come without the strength of the three realms. Do you really think that I am a muddy dragon?"

"Come on, let me see what you are capable of!" Ba Long roared, and the knife in his hand slashed towards the end of the ghost with a sky-shattering momentum.

The ghost finally grinned, showing sharp teeth, as if mocking.

"Pfft..." I saw the tiger-headed golden saber slashed directly from Ghost End''s head, straight to his feet. The ghost''s smile was still there, and the two halves of the body were directly closed, and it was impossible to see that he had just been cut.

"Huh?" Balong''s eyes shrank, he couldn''t believe it, his body moved again and disappeared in place.

The next second, he appeared after the ghost''s life, and the blade turned into a golden tiger that dominated the earth, rushing towards the ghost''s end.

"Roar..." The giant tiger full of saber intent swallowed the ghost directly, and then disappeared in place. Balong frowned and turned around instantly.

I don''t know when, a dark black flame appeared in front of him, then quickly grew larger, and then formed a tall figure.

"Such an attack is no good." Ghost finally looked at him with a smile.

"It''s my turn." Gui Jun grinned, raising his hands towards Balong.

"Boom..." I saw his hands turned into monstrous dark flames, rolling towards Tyrant Dragon with the heat of distorting space.

"Kill!" Ba Long roared angrily, swinging his big sword wide open and closed, slashing out one after another huge sword energy, breaking through the dark flames, and shooting towards the ground.

"Boom boom boom..." The earth was torn apart, the abyss was split open, and the rocks were sprayed out. But the ghost has finally transformed into a flame form, allowing Balong''s knife to slash across his body, wrapping Balong with flames all the time.

“啊啊啊…”霸龙双目已然充血，加上这暗焰伤灵魂的能力，已经能影响到他了。

Although the soul of the person cultivating the sword has become a knife, smashing everything, ignoring all the haze, but the demon ability that is only a little worse than his cultivation base is still the ability from other worlds, which suppresses him very much.

Ba Long''s soul has been burnt, and since he can''t do any damage to ghosts, he is already violent and a little irrational.

"Sect Master..." When an elder saw Balong like this, he couldn''t help but slashed the very fast demon with one knife and rushed towards Balong.

"Hohohoho!" The demon warrior smiled strangely, his body turned into an afterimage, and he directly caught up with him, with the demon''s claws sticking out.

"Pfft..." The demon''s claw slapped him on the back and slapped him out, blood spurting wildly.