Outside Luojia Mountain, the Supreme Beings of all sects joined forces to kill and know their fate, and the world's slaying of demons began again.
The ten statues arrive at the same time, and the congenital army accompanies them, cutting off all retreats, and is about to completely end this battle of demons that has lasted for several years.
In the midst of the siege, Killing Fate manifests itself, hunting in black, dancing wildly with long hair, cold eyes, and no other human emotions, which makes people feel the chill that goes deep into the bone marrow.
Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar figure beside her, Yin'er was startled at first, and then she grabbed the former's sleeve tightly with both hands, and her pretty little face was not shaken in the slightest.
"Are you afraid?" The devil turned his head and said.
"Not afraid." Yin'er shook her head and replied.
"Okay, follow me, I'll take you out of the siege"
After recovering his demon body, Ning Chen's tone was no longer as gentle as before, however, the firmness in his words was unquestionable.
"Yeah." Yin'er nodded vigorously and replied.
With a wave of his hand, Chi Lian showed a sharp edge, descended out of thin air, filled with a fierce aura, Ning Chen held his sword, his figure swept out, the sword edge moved rhythmically, and the space screamed.
Baili, Chiwei, and Qingyu blocked the fierce swords, collided violently, and the aftermath scattered for a moment. Luoxiao, Bihui, and Honglou swept up.
Xuan Zhen and Wen Yang followed, opening and closing their moves, shaking the ground.
The eight statues joined forces to kill the devil, one advancing one, two defending one, constantly changing, and their offensive was unparalleled.
Facing the killing calamity, Ning Chen's expression was icy cold, holding Yin'er in one hand and waving Chi Lian in the other.
Demonic energy to protect the body, Feng Yuan blessing, the fusion of power and speed, the killing power is fully released, with a sword in hand, ten thousand people can't open it.
The sound of knives, swords, axes, and tomahawks merging constantly resounded. Eight statues chased after their lives, and thirty and a half statues helped each other, forming a killing formation to stop the demons from walking.
Outside of the killing round, Bu Chunqiu, Yuan Huang watched the battle, and calmly waited for the opportunity to shoot.
The eight statues of the wheel battle, knowing fate, with a martial soul and a sword light, a sword that fights bravely, and a shadow that fights bravely, facing the siege of the army, the expression is not even the slightest fear.
"kill"
With the sound of killing, thousands of innate powerhouses marched forward with their soldiers, swords, spears, swords and halberds, leaving no room for them.
"Blood Road"
The demon body moved, Chi Lian opened the Huangquan Road, the sword edge moved, the sword light broke through the air, the stump and the broken arm flew up, and the blood stained the wilderness.
The soldiers are like a flood of waves, the blood condenses into the river in a blink of an eye, the blood-stained sword, the resentment is even stronger, the red-trained sword edge, the bright light is dazzling.
The three retreated, and then the three came again, a powerful offensive without the slightest pause.
In the storm-like attack, the demon body stepped on odd steps, and the figure was illusory, avoiding crisis after crisis, and Chi Lian in his hand constantly absorbed the power of resentment between heaven and earth, and the power became more and more amazing.
"thorn"
There was a sound of clothing and silk being torn apart, and Baili Zun's right arm, blood fluttered, facing the sword that was swiftly flowing, he was injured for the first time.
Outside the battle, seeing that the siege was difficult to gain the upper hand, in the spring and autumn, the Yuan emperor stepped forward, cooperated with the halberd, and helped the situation to kill the situation.
Shuangqiang shot, Ning Chen suddenly felt the pressure doubled, a sword shook the halberd, his figure swept away, and he retreated a few steps.
Yuan Huang snorted coldly, his palms followed him like a shadow, and he was ruthless.
Ning Chen blocked the move with his sword, and with a loud shock, he took a few steps again.
"The Power of Luck"
Looking at the purple air lingering around the former's body, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
"Marquis Zhiming, the emperor has been waiting for this day for a long time."
Yuan Huang turned his palms into fists, with purple qi urging him, a huge dragon-shaped qi energy roared out, surrounding him, Kai Yang emperor, the first to show the supreme cultivation base.
Ning Chen flipped his palm to block the dragon's energy, took a half step back, and took advantage of the momentum to swept out. With one sword rotation, the black phoenix roared out behind him.
The dragon and the phoenix neighed, soaring into the sky, and after a while, they collided with each other, and the boundless air flow stirred.
In the aftermath, there was a muffled groan, and the two retreated together, regardless of the outcome.
"One move for another move, the Marquis of Fate, you will never be defeated."
Emperor Yuan suppressed the injury in his body, stepped forward, and pressed his palm again, causing the world to be terrifying.
Bu Chunqiu also waved his halberd to meet him, and the other eight statues cooperated with each other, an unprecedented terrifying lineup, ruthlessly pressing to kill.
Ning Chen stood alone, alone against the thousands of troops, with the magic power on his sword, pushing him to the limit.
"Blood Flame"
Chi Lian slashed, the anger from all directions gathered, the red blood flames that burned the sky and boiled the sea stirred, the ground cracked, and the ground fire spurted, boosting the power of the magic trick.
In an instant, the screams shook the sky, the blood flames passed, burned the body and refined the soul, and the innate figures were annihilated in the waves of fire, and turned into ashes in an instant.
The sword struck the sky, and a gap appeared in the siege formation. Ning Chen took Yin'er and swept his body towards the gap.
"Have you left?"
Bu Chunqiu jumped and swung his halberd to block the road, and a halberd that was as heavy as a mountain fell from the sky.
At this moment, the void scrolled, the Dragon Gate manifested, a girl in purple walked out, raised her slender hand, grabbed the heavy halberd directly, and said with a cold expression, "Bu Chunqiu, and all the venerables, what are you doing?"
"Mengzun, the Marquis of Mingming is a red-trained demon, the fact is in front of you, please take action to get rid of this demon together," Bu Chunqiu said coldly.
"If I say no!" Zhao Liusu replied with a chill in his eyes.
"That's a sin"
Bu Chunqiu turned the heavy halberd in his hand and slashed straight down.
"It's up to you!"
Zhao Liusu's expression turned cold, he waved his hand to block the heavy halberd, and immediately shot it out with a palm, slamming the former.
"He can't, what about me?"
As soon as the words fell, the battle situation changed again, the rays of light gathered, a woman in a green dress walked out, and the third senior sister on the mountain appeared in the battle situation.
"Xi Piaoxu" Zhao Liusu's face sank when he saw the person who came, said.
"If you continue to hunt down the Marquis of Zhiming, this will be left to me," Xi Piaoxu said lightly.
"Thank you!"
Bu Chunqiu responded, stepped forward, and chased forward.
The ten statues moved, Zhao Liusu's figure swept away, and wanted to block, but Xi Piaoxu moved with him, holding Haoyuan in his palm, blocking the former.
There was a slamming shock, and the palms exchanged. Xi Piaoxu took a step back, slightly behind, but, with the immortality of Buddhism, it should be blocking the way of the former.
"Xi Piaoxu, you know that Marquis Ming has no grievances or enmity with you, why do you have to kill him?" Zhao Liusu said angrily.
"If he doesn't die, the younger sister will never be able to enter the supreme realm. Moreover, the Buddha and the devil have been incompatible since ancient times. The Marquis of Fate has been transformed into a devil, and if he stays behind, he will bring disaster to the world sooner or later," Xi Piaoxu said indifferently.
The reason is difficult to understand, Zhao Liusu's face is condensed, no more words, he stepped and swept his body, the nine-soul roulette manifested, turned into a divine sword, and slashed the Buddha out.
With a bang, the two confronted each other again, and the air surged, annihilating the two of them.
At the same time, in the heavy army, Ning Chen held Yin'er, swung his sword step by step, broke his arm, fluttered with his broken arm, and the blood flowers scattered, blazing a blood-stained road.
"King Minghou, you can't escape"
With the strength of the palm, the halberd light attacked from behind, Ning Chen turned his head to block the move, and in the violent collision, blood gushed out from his right arm.
"You're hurt," Yin'er said with a worried look on her face.
"No problem"
Ning Chen replied softly, the demonic fire on the sword rose, and the sword swayed the heavy halberd. Immediately, the figure turned to the side, avoiding the strength of the stern body, and stepped into the shadow, and the sword move came out again.
"Breakout"
Baizhang Kuanglan, opened the sky and cracked the ground, blood and bones scattered all over the sky, the two received the move, dyed red, and retreated a few steps.
The two venerables retreated, and the three venerables staggered forward again, attacking without a gap, and they were once again desperate.
The sword's edge blocked the three, and before he could breathe back, the corners of Ning Chen's mouth turned red, and with a deep drink, the magic waves rolled away.
There was a sudden shock, and the three statues stretched out a few feet, followed by the heavy halberd, and the cold front glared at them.
The swords and halberds clashed, blood splashed everywhere, and the red training was dyed red, but the sword stance did not stop at all.
"Uh"
In the Spring and Autumn Period, Emperor Yuan retreated a dozen steps at the same time, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth and spilled onto the ground.
On the other side, Ning Chen was attacked by the aftermath, the corners of his mouth also blushed, and the demonic energy all over his body vibrated, showing signs of instability.
"Young Master Zhiming, your journey has come to an end"
Luoxiao, Bihui, and the three statues of Honglou again rushed up. In a crisis, in the distance, the blue light galloped, the sword broke through the air, and the three statues were blocked with one sword.
The figure with the broken arm is no longer full of alcohol, and the once high-spirited Palace Master Taibai was later defeated by the legend of the swordsman in the Eastern Region. The past is dust.
"Marquis Zhiming, let's go." Palace Master Taibai said calmly with his back to Zhiming.
"Thank you"
Ning Chen didn't hesitate, took Yin'er and quickly swept towards Luojia Mountain.
"Palace Master Taibai, you" Luo Xiaozun said angrily, looking at the person blocking the way in front of him.
"Stop talking, come on"
Palace Master Taibai waved his aisle sword and said.
"You can't save him, no one can save him today!"
Bu Chunqiu snorted coldly, and the halberd swung forward and slammed down.
The two powerhouses confronted each other, the earth was tumbling, and cracks spread vertically and horizontally, reaching thousands of feet away.
One person dragged the battle, and the Emperor Yuan simultaneously used the power of qi fortune, swept past, his palms surged, and shook the Taibai Palace Master.
"You keep chasing"
Two-on-one, during the dragging battle, Bu Chunqiu shouted in a deep voice, waving the halberd like the wind, blocking the way of Taibai Palace Master's help.
Eight Zun and the army continued to chase after several days of planning and arrangement, and they would never be allowed to escape after knowing their fate.
At the foot of Luojia Mountain, the army was incessant, killing inexhaustible.
In the battle of life and death, there is no friendship at all, only killing, killing the way.
The sound of the sword screamed, and the sound of weeping, the robbery and the long-term exhaustion of Zhiming's body shook violently, becoming more and more unstable.
"Let me go first, they won't hurt me"
Seeing the blood dripping from the former's arm, Yin'er's big eyes were filled with tears, and she spoke in a sob voice.
"Don't talk stupid"
Ning Chen responded, snorted lightly, and waved his sword to point the edge. Immediately, the magic wave rolled like a wave, a sword reflected the moon, the nine days of dark clouds gathered together, and the thunder struck.
"Magic, Funeral"
A sword fell into the ground, and the nine heavens fell, the earth collapsed in response to the sound, and the endless sword intent spread rapidly.
Just when Zhiming was in a crisis of life and death, hundreds of miles away, a figure in a cyan dress appeared, her soft face was full of anxiety, and she quickly swept away in the direction of the battle. Lime, the last relative who knows his destiny, is like a moth, striding through the night, rushing to the death penalty.