Ziweixing, darkness descended, Ning Fan and Yueling broke through at the same time and joined the battle.
The thunder in the sky, like a thousand-year-old gallop, is a shocking scene that shakes the world.
In the void, Ning Fan wielded his sword to slash the God of Plague. The sword was extremely powerful, and he was invincible.
A simple sword move is not so subtle, however, it is such an ordinary sword move that the God of Plague does not dare to be careless.
At the same time, the moon spirit manifested astonishing abilities, lingering in the white brilliance of the moon, transforming all methods and setting the world.
The two teamed up and took turns in offense and defense. Although it was the first time to cooperate, they had a tacit understanding, as if they had known each other for thousands of years.
At the beginning, the two were at a disadvantage under the powerful power of the God of Plague. However, as the war continued, their combat power increased rapidly, and their cooperation became more and more tacit.
Unexpected variables, the Heavenly Venerates in the world looked at the two people in the battle, and they couldn't hide their surprise.
The strength of these two people is getting stronger and stronger.
"Nine secluded swallows the sky, the ghost is coming!"
The battle situation was stalemate. Outside the battle situation, the female Chang snorted, and the surrounding demonic energy was surging, shaking the world.
In the shocked eyes of everyone, female Chang's body was filled with demonic flames, and a black spear appeared in her hand.
In a blink of an eye, Nu Chang's figure flashed past, and a long spear slid past.
The extremely fast speed is even more astonishing than Thunder, the God of Plague's face changed slightly, and he raised his hand to block the black spear.
There was a sudden shock, the sky was heavy and the ground was overwhelmed, and the dark aura and demonic energy violently impacted, shaking the stars of the nine days.
At the same time, outside the battle, an arrow burst through the air and shot at the God of Plague's chest.
The arrow light is close, and the dark aura of the plague god is surging, blocking the murderous intention.
After a wave of offensive, I saw changes in the scene between heaven and earth, landscape ink paintings spread out, and black mountains and white water turned into swords, slashing at the god of plague.
"The cooperation is not bad, but you will still lose."
The Plague God raised his hand to block the light of the heavy sword, the figure moved, the dark aura rose, and he counterattacked in an all-round way.
During the battle, Ning Fan stepped forward, Fan Jian lingered with ten thousand sword energy, dazzling and merciless.
"Fan Jian also wants to hurt this seat, naive!"
The God of Plague folded his fingers together, clamped the Fan Sword, and immediately used force with both fingers, breaking the sword body suddenly.
The aftermath shook, the corners of Ning Fan's mouth blushed, and he took a few steps back.
In the back, Yueling stepped forward, the two figures intertwined, and with a palm to help, Ning Fan's figure swept out again.
The sword qi rose again, with a dazzling edge, stabbing the God of Plague in the chest.
After successive offensives, the God of Plague did not touch him head-on, and stepped to avoid one sword after another.
The five human beings joined forces, and the offensive was continuous, as strong as the god of plague, and it was difficult to escape for a while.
The battle situation is indistinguishable. In the battle situation, the combat power of the five human beings is pushed to the limit, besieging the source of darkness.
In the capital of the Wu Dynasty, Zhu Mansion, Zhu Ye, whose keel was destroyed by Ning Fan's sword, was lying on the bed, but his eyes opened at this moment.
"Master Hou is awake."
On the side, the maid who was in charge of taking care of Zhu Ye was shocked and shouted.
In the mansion, the doctor rushed to hear the news. After checking Zhu Ye's situation, he frowned slightly.
Zhu Hou's body was actually healing itself.
In the void, the dark aura emanating from the battle situation permeates, wisps, wisps, continuously flying to every corner of the world.
Zhu Ye's body, with the dark breath entering the body, the injury of the keel behind him slowly healed, which was shocking.
Not long after, on the bed, Zhu Ye got up, his eyes looked at the sky, and a little streamer flashed.
"Help me out."
Zhu Ye said.
"Yes!"
On the side, the maid stepped forward, carefully helped Zhu Hou in front of him, and walked outside together.
In the sky, the war was fierce. However, the aftermath did not spread to the human world due to the shielding of the heavenly deities in the world.
However, from all sides of Ziwei Star, the pervading dark aura is getting stronger and stronger.
Zhu Ye stood in the courtyard, looking at the sky, his eyes slowly compared.
Such a familiar force, such a powerful force.
In the void, the God of Plague trembled in his heart, as if he felt something.
This feeling is him!
He's not dead yet!
After a brief absence, in the battle, Ning Fan's figure flashed past, his fingers folded together, and his sword energy broke through the darkness.
"Uh!"
Sword Qi entered his body, and the God of Plague groaned and stepped back half a step.
"presumptuous!"
The God of Plague returned to his senses, his face sank, and he slammed his palm, fighting back strongly.
The dark force was pressing to death, and in the rear, the female Chang stepped forward, greeted her with a palm, and blocked the fatal move.
With a bang, the darkness and demonic energy struck again, the rumbling vibration resounded throughout the world, and the figure of the female Chang retreated a few steps, the corners of her mouth blushing.
Just a short while later, Ning Fan let out a deep snort, and urged the sword intent all over his body to penetrate all the sword intent into the Plague God's body.
Sword Intent attacked, and the God of Plague stepped back half a step, and the dark aura in his body shook violently.
When all the venerables joined forces, the source of darkness was defeated.
At this time, outside the battle, Luo Xingchen was full of bows, and a black arrow appeared.
The black arrow light full of destructive power continued to devour the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
In front of the God of Plague, the light of the arrow slammed into the permeating dark aura, and the two forces collided with each other, which was extremely intense.
Before the black arrow light was blocked, at the critical moment, in the battle situation, the white light of the moon spread, dispelling the power of darkness in front of the god of plague.
Immediately, the black arrow flew past and penetrated straight into the Plague God's chest.
"Uh!"
An arrow pierced through the body, blood sprayed all over the sky, and the God of Plague let out a painful groan, and stepped back again and again.
"not enough!"
The plague god shook the black arrow light scattered into the body, and the dark aura surged, quickly repairing the injury.
The body of immortality, the body of the plague god, the wounds recovered quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the arrow wounds had all healed.
"wrong!"
At this moment, the God of Plague's face suddenly sank, looking at the chest where the wound has healed, his face is condensed.
Arrows are poisonous!
"Have you found it? To break your immortality, the young master will spend a lot of time." Outside the battle, Luo Xingchen looked at the god of plague in front of him, and sarcastically said.
Before he finished speaking, he saw the plague god's chest, and the wound suddenly reappeared, as if a hole had been opened in his chest, which was shocking.
The bone-eating poison is extremely poisonous, constantly eating away at the flesh and blood of the Plague God's body and strengthening himself.
"Tips for carving insects!"
The Plague God snorted, and the dark aura lingered in his body, trying to dispel the bone-eating poison.
However, the people in the world will not give him a chance.
In the battle situation, a beautiful shadow passed by, and the white light of the moon lingered, and a palm landed on the chest of the God of Plague.
The white light of the moon can transform ten thousand things, and the dark aura condensed around the god of plague briefly stagnates and dissipates invisible.
Losing the suppression of the dark power, the bone-eroding poison in the Plague God began to spread again and continued to grow.
At the same time, in the Zhu Mansion, in the backyard, Zhu Ye closed his eyes and stood silently, bit by bit swallowing the darkness that pervaded the world.
From Acquired to Innate, then to Stepping Immortal, Red Dust Realm, and then Heavenly Dao Realm, Zhu Ye's breath rose sharply, incredibly fast. With the rapid rise of Zhu Ye's breath, the sky and the battle situation, the dark power of the God of Plague is rapidly weakening, and the consumption is getting more and more severe.