"Young Master, aren't you worried that they will unite and deal with us first?" Hongyi asked worriedly.

"Just because of their group of people, I look down on them, they have this ability? Besides, you and me have been trapped by them, and you are only at the early stage of Mahayana cultivation, and I am only at the peak of the transformation of God. In their eyes, they are just ants that can be wiped out at will. There is still too much preparation to deal with us?" Zhang Xiaohao asked back.

"What the young master said is! Maybe in their eyes, the two of us are not the one-piece enemy of one of them! Therefore, they did not take us seriously." Hongyi said seriously.

"Since they want to fight to the death and kill each other, let them kill happily! Let's watch here quietly. When they decide the winner, it is time for us to take action." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Yes." Hongyi nodded and responded.

What Zhang Xiaohao said makes a lot of sense. Since they want to kill one by one, let them kill one by one, and it will be better to do it again when they are tired of killing.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaohao sat on the chair, drinking wine and eating delicious food. He stood behind him in red clothes, and his two white and tender jade hands shone with crystal white and tender colors under the sunlight, and were massaged by Zhang Xiaohao.

These true spirits seemed to have agreed. No matter how fierce the battle was, no one touched Zhang Xiaohao and Hongyi.

With this milky white barrier as the center, the two sides fought fiercely together, and various powerful magical powers were used one after another, and they rushed towards the other side.

Within a radius of thousands of feet, there were battles everywhere, fighting each other one by one, without any rules.

I was still fighting with people here last moment, and the next moment I might be fighting with other cultivators.

The big waves wash away the sand, and the weak are destined to be eliminated.

The violent waves of air, all kinds of inspiration, and colorful, bloomed one after another in the air, rolling up after waves, and crazily bombarded the opponent.

All cultivators with weak cultivation were killed as time delayed.

Even the Nascent Soul did not escape the disaster. Even if it was a cultivator in the Mahayana realm, some people who were unlucky were killed alive.

Their dead essence and blood, etc., were taken away by Zhang Xiaohao using the magical power of space laws before they could fall into the black river below.

Eight hours later.

The original more than a thousand cultivators have fought to this point, and only nearly 300 are left. Among these people, the weakest of these are the early stages of Mahayana cultivators.

As for cultivators below the Mahayana realm, all of them were suppressed.

The remaining cultivators have already produced real fire and powerful magical powers, one by one, rolling up violent waves of air and bombarding the opponent.

Boom boom boom boom...

The violent air waves were centered on them and rolled wildly towards the surroundings.

"Go to die, Mrs. White Bone!" Suddenly, more than a dozen angry roars rang out.

Several late-stage Mahayana cultivators, as well as more than a dozen mid-stage Mahayana cultivators, had a terrifying inspiration in the air and slammed into the body of Mrs. White Bone.

"No..."

Mrs. White Bone screamed in despair, and under the bombardment of these magical powers, she was forcibly bombarded and killed, and her body turned into pieces of broken flesh and blood, sprinkled downwards.

Even her Nascent Soul did not escape the disaster and was all killed by domineeringly without any luck.

After getting rid of Mrs. White Bone, the group of people killed each other again.

This battle lasted for a whole day and night.

"Hahaha! They are all mine! You ants want to fight me too? You are too weak!" A thin man laughed proudly to the sky.

Looking at his body, his body was covered with blood and shocking scars everywhere. His original cultivation level in the late stage of Mahayana has now fallen to the peak of the fusion.

It can be seen how terrifying the previous chaos was.

As the laughter subsided, the thin man looked proudly at Zhang Xiaohao and the red-clothed men in the white barrier.

I wanted to use the magic weapon to break the white barrier in front of me, but I found that I didn’t even have a magic weapon on me. In the battle just now, I had all used up, and even had ordinary magic weapons.

However, he was not upset, or showed dissatisfaction, and had a strong sense of excitement on his face.

"Stinky woman, you finally fell into my hands. Just because you wanted to fight me, you were still stunned for a little bit." The thin man said arrogantly.

He looked at the milky white barrier in front of him coldly, and the next moment, his body shook and rushed up quickly.

The two fists flipped up and down, rolled up violent waves of air, and bombarded fiercely towards the milky white barrier.

"Break it for me!" He roared angrily.

The two fists rolled up a great power, and wave after wave, bombarded the milky white barrier.

I don’t know what material this white silk is made of, but under his full force, it was still as stable as Mount Tai and never shaken.

"Hmph! I don't believe this evil! Break it for me!" The thin man growled again.

The two palms slapped their chests like lightning, opened their mouths and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood, and suddenly formed in the air. A blue fist light condensed from his two fists. The vast momentum burst out from the blue fist light and hit the milky white barrier in front of them.

Boom boom boom boom...

Under his terrifying magical powers, the milky white barrier shaking violently, but it was not broken and was still firm.

"Hmph! I want to see how long this turtle shell can protect you!" The thin man sneered.

Then the two fists suddenly pressed down, spitting out a large piece of blood again to display their magical powers and violently bombard the milky white barrier.

Two hours later.

The thin man's cultivation has been declining again and again, and he has continuously used the essence and blood in his body. In addition, he has consumed very severely, and at this time he has reached the early stage of fusion.

"Break it for me!" The thin man roared angrily.

He used his strength to exhale and spit out a mouthful of blood again, condensed into a huge blue fist, bombarding the milky white barrier in front of him.

Click!

In front of his breast-feeding blow, the milky white barrier was finally broken, and the magic weapon white silk was also broken.

"Hahaha! You are mine!" The thin man looked at Zhang Xiaohao and the red clothes and said.

"Is that true?" Zhang Xiaohao's playful voice rang.
Chapter completed!