Chapter: 8805

"The spell is useless."

"Illusion is useless."

"Sword skills, knife skills are useless."

"Soul attacks are also effective."

"What kind of attack can affect it?"

Fighting and fighting, the ancestors in their forties doubted their lives.

Each of them, usually in the wilderness star field, can face a top holy beast and leave calmly after a battle.

Now more than forty people work together to beat one, but they still can't beat it.

Discouraging.

The crowd watching the battle from a distance, watching the whole body convulsed, couldn't help themselves with excitement:

"It's so strong, Immortal Lord Hanyang must be too strong."

"More than a hundred patriarchs surrounded him to fight, and he has never been able to do anything with ease."

"Hiss! Look, look, my God, Patriarch Man Seven has fallen. He is the fastest fairy in Xinghai. How could he not escape the attack and fall?"

"He is the seventeenth fallen ancestor."

"Will Immortal Hanyang fight this battle and leave?"

"If he can leave, it will be difficult for Patriarch Tongtian and others!"

Countless monks watching the battle, not even willing to blink their eyes, admired this battle picture.

"It's so cruel."

Immortal Mingyu sucked in air from behind.

"Great Demon King, why do I feel that he is going to win?" Ye Longyuan suddenly realized that this scene seemed familiar. Every time he watched him fight, he would always win like a catastrophe.

really!

A minute passed.

When the ancestors fell, twenty-one people died.

The more than one hundred patriarchs who were fighting in front were terrified and shivering.

Some people feel that in the next second, the tip of the sword may leak out of their chest.

"Tongtian, you still haven't made a move!"

An ancestor shouted loudly, and took the initiative to retreat.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

More than a hundred ancestors continued to use defensive methods and retreated quickly.

Don't fight anymore, don't want to fight and don't dare to fight.