"Roar in and kill them all." The rebel army was fierce, and all the members rushed into the eleventh floor. More than 100 people didn't care about anything or were afraid of anything. They collided with the soldiers of the Imperial Society. Suddenly, both sides were swords and swords, one side fought to the death, and the other side held on their own, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, and wailed.

In terms of individual battles, the Resistance Army won the best, and one of them could defeat three Imperial soldiers. So at the beginning, the Resistance Army defeated the front line of the Imperial soldiers in three or five times, but unfortunately it could not withstand the number of people on the other side. The tactics of the sea of ​​people often came up together, pushing the front behind and attacked continuously.

A rebel army entered the enemy group and was soon surrounded. More than a dozen spears pierced him through it, and his life was quickly lost with blood. But he refused to admit defeat. He was still waving his fists desperately, roaring desperately, moving forward desperately, and blowing the heads of soldiers from one Emperor's Association one by one.

A rebel army was placed in a magic weapon that could concentrate the energy of life to cause an explosion. After several stabs in his body, he knew that he was at a loss, so he had to take more cushions even if he died. So with an explosion, hundreds of people were blown up to blood and blood, which was terrible.

An Imperial soldier was beaten to the point where he had only half his life left, but he still hugged the legs of the rebels tightly and restrained his actions. Other Imperial soldiers did not let down his efforts, rushed forward, waved their butcher's knife and cut the rebels into pieces.

The battle between the two sides became more and more crazy, and corpses were everywhere in the blink of an eye. More than 300 soldiers of the Imperial Society had fallen into a pool of blood, and some even had no bones. Under the supervision of the two major figures in the rear, they resisted wave after wave of offensives.

More than half of the rebels were killed or injured. Although they were fierce, they were not well-trained troops after all. Anluo had no experience in commanding the army to fight, and had no formation, which was similar to a piece of loose sand.

Soon Anluo found out that it was unfavorable and the rebels were separated. Many people were trapped in the battle alone, surrounded by groups, and finally submerged by the sea of ​​people. The number was decreasing one by one.

"Everyone gather in the middle, don't disperse." An Luo didn't know how to command the battle in front of the battlefield, so he could only think of the only way to gather everyone together. So the resistance troops started to fight and kept killing in the middle, wanting to gather together.

"Get out!" A resistance force was extremely powerful, and he grabbed the legs of two Emperors soldiers and waved them as weapons. The surrounding enemies were knocked over by people and kicked them out, and kicked them over a large group. He was very fierce. So far, he had only suffered a little skin injury, but he had killed more than twenty Emperors soldiers.

The others also made a concerted effort. First, they gathered together in pairs, and then went to the middle to kill together. Some cut off four heads with one knife, while others knocked the Emperor's soldiers over with their powerful **.

Faced with the fierce offensive of the rebels, the soldiers of the Emperor's Association defending the middle lane suffered a huge impact. After the casualties and injuries, they could not withstand them at all and fell down one after another, and the Emperor's Association injured more than 200 more people.

An Luo went one more time, swirling his hands and moving his energy. Like a storm, wherever he blew, the soldiers of the Emperor's Association flew up, clearing the surroundings, and completely opening up the road to the middle. As long as the people from the rebels gathered again, they could fight out in one go.

Then, things didn't go so smoothly. Several rebels were killing each other. When they were in full swing, their bodies suddenly turned black and they didn't even have time to make fear and screams. Their bodies were corroded, first with flesh and bones, which were corroded little by little, and finally turned into a pool of blood.

"What, what happened!" Seeing this scene, An Luo and other people from the rebels were shocked. Although they were not afraid of death, they still felt a sense of fear in the face of such unknown threats and terrifying methods, and everyone's faces became nervous.

Not only that, even the soldiers of the Emperor Society were scared. They originally wanted to attack them in groups, but now they retreated one after another and did not dare to delay for a moment, as if something terrifying was about to happen.

An Luo vaguely heard the soldiers of the Emperor Association shouting that the Poison Lord had taken action, everyone ran away, and the like, and then he understood what had happened. He couldn't help but sank in his heart. What was coming finally came.

A ghostly figure appeared, his eyes were filled with yin and his smile was very evil. He stood ten steps away from Anluo, looking at him with interest.

The resistance army, who was still fighting to the death, was frightened when they saw this person, and fear appeared on each face. They would not forget the identity of this person, how his hands turned people into blood, and how cruel his methods were. He was simply the transformation of a demon. The most vicious among the four lords was the poisonous lord who made the 18th floor of the Shidao scared.

"The strongest blood is very good. You come to your door by yourself. I am just about to ask for advice on the research results of our Emperor Association back then." The poisonous master sneered at An Luo, his hands were already spreading open, emitting some poisonous aura, which scared everyone to avoid it.

An Luo couldn't help frowning. When he smelled a little poisonous gas, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable. He couldn't help but feel cold. He just sucked a little bit and it was so powerful. How powerful is the poison used by this poisonous Lord?

"Don't worry, boy, you are very precious, I won't poison you." The poisonous master laughed, but before he finished laughing, he could not see An Luo's figure. Before he could react, An Luo appeared in front of him like lightning, and a heavy punch came up, with a punch as strong as thunder, hitting hard.

"What's going on, you..." The Poison Lord couldn't believe it. After smelling his poisonous gas, An Luo was not affected at all. He was careless and was hit and vomited blood. The place where the Zhongquan was so painful that it was heartbreaking.

"I know I am the strongest blood and I have to release poison gas. I wonder if my blood is immune to any poison?" An Luo punched the Poison Lord in the face, slashing the face he looked at, and at the same time beat him away.

"Damn it, I forgot that when we studied the strongest blood, we specially added a blood that can fight against all poisons in the world. The strongest blood is invincible for all poisons." As soon as the Poison Lord came up, he was angry and secretly blamed himself for his carelessness. After regaining his foothold, a solemn expression appeared on his face, and the poisonous gas emitted from his body became stronger and stronger. A wave of disgusting breath, even if Anluo is invincible for all poisons, it was also uncomfortable to smell it.

"Do you still want to use poison? Haven't you learned your lesson yet?" An Luo disagreed and took a step forward. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling hit his heart, a threat, a big threat.

Just when An Luo didn't know where this threat came from, a shocking voice sounded, with an indescribable sorrow and a deep despair that touched everyone's hearts.

A tall and mighty man walked out of the Emperor's soldiers. His steps were so solemn, his eyes were filled with grief and anger and desperate efforts. The aura he emitted was simply a beast about to explode, which invisibly put a lot of pressure on An Luo.

Intuition tells An Luo that this person's identity is also one of the four. From his desperate and indignant appearance, you can guess that something unfortunate must have happened to him, so he is extremely sad and wants to use battle to vent his feelings.

"Kid, be careful, he is the most desperate of the four masters." The rebels immediately issued a reminder. Now that An Luo faces both the master and the poison master at the same time, it is still a big question whether he can win.

Even others were worried for An Luo, not to mention the pressure he was under. He was only at the ninth level of the holy level. It was difficult to fight this battle against two guys in the demigod realm at the same time.

However, at this moment, something worsened insult happened. Two strong figures stepped out of the eleventh floor passage and looked at the scene of corpses everywhere and blood flowing into a river. They were stunned at first. It seemed that they did not expect the battle to be so intense.

"Haha, you two are here too, and we just happened to deal with this ignorant boy together." The Poison Lord smiled so much that he was so happy, because even his luck was on his side. At this critical moment, the Dharma Lord and the Rage Lord also rushed over. The four Lords arrived, and they were afraid that they would not be able to take one with their joint efforts.

Is it a stinky boy?

Seeing that even the Dharma Lord and the Angry Lord were coming, the remaining rebels showed despair. How could they fight for the four Lords? The hope that finally lit up in their hearts completely darkened.

An Luo's face was even more solemn. At this moment, he knew that he had made a mistake and he should lead the resistance army to the first level to kill. In this way, as long as he faces the Dharma Lord and the Angry Lord, his chances of winning are still a little bit. Instead of the current situation of being surrounded by the four Lords.

Originally, An Luo thought that maybe killing and releasing the prisoners layer by layer would meet some very powerful figures that could help him. But he was too optimistic, which led to the only chance of winning, and that he brought the rebels into a land of no return.

Now, the four masters An Luo has to face are all very strong. The Master of Dharma is the third level of the first master of the four masters, and the other three are in the demigod realm. If you rush forward, you will be unable to defeat the four hands with both fists, and you will definitely lose.

"Boy, do you still want to resist stubbornly? We are here now

i You are hard to fly with your wings." The angry master had the greatest temper. He was so angry before. In addition, the 18th floor of the Shidao where he was responsible was made like this, so he was naturally anxious to settle accounts with An Luo.

"Okay, if you have the ability, come." An Luo said hard, but he knew clearly that he had no chance of winning at all.

Just when the two sides were at a strife and were about to start a war at any time, a sudden burst of breath that was extremely unconscious came, with an amazing sense of oppression, amazing strength and terribleness. The entire 18th floor of the stone island seemed to be unable to bear this aura. Even the four masters changed their faces because they knew who this aura belonged to.
Chapter completed!