He is a powerful Conqueror, so he can naturally save his life. Those tribes with low cultivation will undoubtedly die.

"I'm very busy, and I only have three breaths to consider."

"Three...two...one!"

All the human flying swords were inserted from the sky quickly, and the scene was very spectacular.

The speed was so fast that the wind almost wiped off a layer of skin on his face, which hurt so much.

"I promise!"

Just one inch away from the stone on his forehead, Yang Wudi suddenly burst into pieces.

All tribe members have only an inch of their foreheads from the stones.

If Song Wuxin's control ability is slightly deviated, most of the people have become corpses at this moment.

The flying swords gradually dissipated.

In the sky, the blood-demon thunder clouds slowly disappeared.

The sunny thing that was just now was restored.

All of this made everyone feel like they were dreaming.

However, countless cracks and gravel on the ground and the buildings were destroyed, reminding everyone that this is true.

The cold sweat on the forehead has not dried yet.

This is the first time that Song Wuxin used the Wanjian Guizong to return to the sect. He was still very satisfied with the power.

Group attacks, one moment, one large piece.

No matter how powerful it is, this stature is definitely good.

I believe that as long as a man is, he wants to do this.
Chapter completed!