The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 911

For a while, the scene became chaotic again, and some people took out signal flares and shot them into the air, spreading the news.

At this time, the handsome woman had almost recovered and walked over.

When she discovered this situation, she immediately said loudly: "Can't you form a team of two, one attacking Mo Batian, and the other paying attention to the surroundings?"

When the masters heard what the pretty woman said, they immediately formed groups and flew towards Mo Huasong.

However, Mo Huasong was already flying forward, how could he wait for them to come and kill him?
"Hurry up, don't let Mo Batian escape." So these masters chased after him.

Therefore, the imperial city began to be chaotic.

Ordinary people with low strength dare not stop Mo Huasong in front. Whoever is in the front will die like hell.

At first, some people wanted to stop Mo Huasong in front, hoping to get a reward.

But Sword Spirit and Hei Guihuo are not vegetarians. As long as they block in front of them, they are half-step Nascent Soul cultivators, all of them will be killed instantly like paper.

Then, no one dared to stop Mo Huasong in front, whoever stopped would die.

Because Mo Huasong's speed is very fast, it is impossible for those Nascent Soul masters to surpass him.

So, the handsome woman issued an order to ask the powerful Nascent Soul master from the imperial city to stop Mo Batian in front and not let him escape.

The other princes and lords also heard the news, and immediately rushed over with Nascent Soul experts.

After all, there are still many Nascent Soul masters in the imperial city, and they have to rush over.

If Mo Batian didn't die, they wouldn't be able to gain a foothold in the imperial city in the future.

Although these princes and princes usually fight each other, but at critical times, they still have to be consistent with the outside world, lest their family's country is robbed by others.

The Eighth Prince also received the news, but he was so angry that he was about to die.

I really didn't expect that Mo Batian, that birdman, is really a big fool.

Didn't you say that you will only do it at night?Why did he do it during the day?

There was also a plan to attack the South Camp, why did Mo Batian kill the General of the West Camp?
It's messed up, it's all messed up, if he knew it was like this, he wouldn't have any alliance with Mo Batian, just tell the emperor brother where Mo Batian is, and then everyone rushes up to kill him.

Because this is in the imperial city, it is inconvenient for the sergeants to do it.

If they were only a team of one thousand or a few hundred people, it would not be enough to kill Mo Batian.

Mo Batian could kill hundreds of people with just one move. If it wasn't for the appearance of a master with Nascent Soul strength, he would have been slaughtered.

Soon, the Eighth Prince came to the imperial city. After all, he has a third-level flying beast, and he is near the imperial city.

The emergence of a large number of masters put the imperial city in a precarious situation.

Seeing the scene around him, the Eighth Prince could not help but secretly shook his head and said, "Oh, it seems that Mo Batian is going to die this time."

Huang Feng was beside the Eighth Prince, looking at the scene ahead, he said with a sneer: "Eighth Prince, it seems that the king is still reluctant to send out a powerful master."

"How do you say that?" the Eighth Prince asked.

"Look, their highest strength is the early stage of Nascent Soul, how can they beat Mo Batian? It's only for death." Huang Feng sneered.

You have to know that you are all Nascent Soul's mid-stage strength, and you may not be Mo Batian's opponent. How can those people be Mo Batian's opponent?
It's no wonder that several masters with the initial strength of Nascent Soul were killed today. With their strength, they must have been killed when they met Mo Batian.

Hearing what Huang Feng said, the Eighth Prince secretly nodded and said: "Senior, you are right, I think it will definitely end if this continues."

"However, I can see the problem, and I guess some people know about it." Huang Feng said, "We don't care about it now, let's go and see the situation. Anyway, it's someone else who died, and we'll still have a little benefit by then." .”

Now that the generals of the two battalions have been killed, they still have an advantage.

At that time, they will operate again and put their people in the position of generals, and the rest will be easier.

And as long as Mo Batian kills more princes and princes, the Eighth Prince will also have an advantage.

Thinking of this, Huang Feng asked sinisterly: "Eighth Prince, can you still contact Mo Batian now? Let him follow your command and help you kill some more people."

Hearing what Huang Feng said, the Eighth Prince looked distressed. "Now that Mo Batian is being hunted down by others, how can he hear my command again?"

"What a pity. It would be good for us if we let him kill some people first." Huang Feng smiled grimly: "Think about it, if Mo Batian kills the prince and the prince, wouldn't it make us More chances?"

In fact, killing the generals in other camps is not very effective now, but let Mo Batian kill those princes and princes, which is very effective for the Eighth Prince.

Hearing what Huang Feng said, the Eighth Prince's heart moved, and he whispered, "Well, I'll send Mo Batian a message. If he has time to read it, he can still see it."

Speaking of this, the Eighth Prince took out the communication artifact, and told Mo Batian in a low voice, telling him to kill the prince and other princes if he had the chance, and then he would help Mo Batian escape.

However, after the Eighth Prince finished speaking, there was no movement on Mo Batian's side.

The Eighth Prince shook his head helplessly and said: "There is no other way, probably now Mo Batian is only concerned with running for his life and cannot hear what we have to say."

Huang Feng said: "Since this is the case, let's go there too, lest something happen, people will say that we don't work hard."

"Okay, let's go." The Eighth Prince nodded and flew forward.

So, the group of them quickly disappeared in front of them.

Mo Huasong was really running for his life, because more and more masters appeared, and as the pretty woman said, they were in a group, and Yi'er would have no chance to assassinate them.

A few times, when Yi'er was about to make a move, she was discovered by others.

If it wasn't for Yi'er's lightness skill, she would have been killed.

In this case, how could Mo Huasong not run desperately?

Zeng Chunyu was better, but Jiulongyu and Dong Mengdie were sad. They were still half-step Nascent Soul strength. If it weren't for their extraordinary talents, they would have been overtaken by the enemies behind them early in the morning.

But Mo Huasong did not help them, but let them do their best.

This kind of experience is very rare for them.

Practicing in martial arts, who has not experienced the ordeal of a narrow escape, can cultivate the true fruit.

If they can't even survive this, something big will happen in the future.

Therefore, Mo Huasong let them run by themselves, which is good for them.

After running for another ten minutes, Dong Mengdie's face became paler and paler.

(End of this chapter)