At the foot of Luojia Mountain, a life-and-death battle, a night of blood is the scarlet mark of the devil slaughtering the world.
Thousands of innate armies marched forward continuously, and the blood and bones paved the road of Huangquan, blocking the way of the devil.
In the battle situation, the shadow of black clothes and black hair, cold eyes and ruthless eyes, even more ruthless on the sword, the besieged army, one after another figure fell, the sword passed, the army was broken, and the soul died.
Thirty and a half venerables, more than half of them died in battle before they knew it, and the eight human supreme lords were also injured to varying degrees. The power of the demon shocked everyone present.
"drink"
The sword light swayed, blood splashed down, and the demon was invincible.
Seeing the brave and unparalleled figures on the battlefield, the supreme beings in the world were shocked, and the murderous intention in their hearts was more than a few points at the same time.
At this moment, the Supreme Beings of the Three Domains outside Zhongzhou finally understood why the churches in Zhongzhou were so willing to kill and know their fate. When a wise man is about to possess absolute force, who else in the world can check and balance.
The battle was white-hot, the bones became mountains, and they knew their fate. All the deities were dyed vermilion, and the sword was slashed.
There was a sudden shock, blood splashed, Ning Chen took a half step back, the sword blade in his hand did not retreat, but advanced, passed through half of Zun's body, and directly pierced through Luo Xiao Zun's right shoulder.
"Uh"
Luo Xiaozun groaned in his mouth, raised his hand and grabbed the sword edge, trying to hold the former.
"Jiangshan changed hands"
A cold look flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, the sword edge spun sharply, and the left and right were reversed, breaking his arm with one sword.
With a stab, blood filled the sky, and seeing the force of the palm swept in, Ning Chen drew his sword to block the move, and with a loud shock, he took a few steps.
Vermilion dripped, dyed in black, the injuries were exchanged, and the battle situation was even more tragic.
"Luo Xiao, how are you?" Bi Hui Zun stepped forward with a solemn expression.
"Shangneng insists, he can't last long, make a quick decision, so as not to change." Luo Xiaozun also pointed to seal the wound on his broken arm, and said with a pale expression.
"Understood," Bihuizun nodded.
On the other side, in the army, the devil was holding Yin'er and fighting and walking, every step he took, blood was falling everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.
Knowing your destiny that never stops, knowing that defeat here is the end, the last persistence of your life, and no one can stop it. Before this, you can only live, only live, live!
The sword's edge slashed, and the blood flowers fell, reflecting scenes of the past, the world has been up and down for twenty years, the drifting lone boat can no longer find the ferry, and I know my life, but I don't know my own fate, I can only hold the sword in my hand and cut through all obstacles. .
Behind the figure who kept falling to the ground, the blood and water gathered into a small river, dyeing the ground under Luojia Mountain into a maroon color. The moonlight shone through the dark clouds, creating a desolate scene.
"what"
Suddenly, there was a cry of pain, the blade slid across, Ning Chen couldn't stop it, Yin'er left arm, blood gushing out, dyeing her clothes red.
Ning Chen turned his head, his eyes shrank, and then the cold light flashed, the sword edge swung, and the sword directly cut the half-honored half who injured the little girl in two.
The gushing blood has blinded many innate eyes, fear, hatred, resentment, extremely complicated eyes, and penetrates the hearts of the people.
At the same time, far away in the unfamiliar space on the Tianyin Pavilion in Beiyuan, Mu Chengxue, who was pushing the sound mill, suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.
The white clothes are like snow, and now they have been dyed with maroon. The iron cables that pass through the bones of the pipa bind the freedom of the promiser. On the eve of a hundred years, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow.
Affected by the mood, the sound of the avenue changed. At this moment, the void shook, and a powerful and abnormal figure walked out. Looking at the woman in front of the sound grinding, he said lightly, "Your heart is not quiet."
"He's in an accident, Pavilion Master, please let me go out of Tianyin Pavilion, and I'll come back immediately when things are done," Mu Chengxue said with a look of eager pleading on his face.
"It's difficult to get out of Tianyin Pavilion."
Pavilion Master Tianyin said something, and then the figure faded away and disappeared.
"Master"
Mu Chengxue shouted in a hurry, however, there was no response.
"You don't have to think about leaving the pavilion anymore, Mu Chengxue, when you made a deal with the master and took on the task of promoting the sound grinding, within a hundred years, you will not be able to go out again." In the voice, Wu Qingying walked out, calmly. road.
"Mu Chengxue is willing to pay any price, and ask Qingying girl to intercede on her behalf," Mu Chengxue pleaded.
"This is absolutely impossible, and I am powerless." Wu Qingying shook her head lightly and refused. It is really difficult to understand. People who cultivate too much forgetfulness will completely erase the most difficult memory in their hearts at the beginning. Said that Mu Chengxue should not have recovered his memory, but he still couldn't let go of that.
personal.
I hope that the hundred years of Tianyin Pavilion can cut off this tangled relationship.
At the same time, in the Divine State of the Eastern Region, in the Mangong Palace, a woman with a beautiful face and the appearance of a young girl knelt in the hall and bowed three times.
"You still can't let him go?" In front of the girl, a touch of emotion flashed on the face of the former king of the barbarian dynasty, and said.
"My daughter is not filial," Aman said softly.
"You go," the barbarian king waved and sighed.
Aman kowtowed again, immediately got up, took the Sword of Beginning Heart, and turned to leave.
Luojia Mountain, the cold moon travels westward, and the sound of killing still continues under the mountain. The fierce and unusual battle has caused a bloody mist to permeate everywhere within a radius of a hundred miles.
He slaughtered the formation heavily, leaving no retreat, knowing his fate in the formation, killing with the sword, slaughtering the world.
Eight statues have all been wounded, and there are less than ten people left in the thirty-and-a-half statues. The huge price that no one expected, made all the Supreme Beings in the world shocked and angry.
After a long time of preparation and all the fighting strength, it was still unable to get rid of this person smoothly.
In the battle, the demon body sword was ruthless and ruthless. Although he was wounded, his murderousness became heavier and heavier. With every move and style, Huang Quan took his life.
"Magic, Heaven Cry"
Red practice wheel dance, resentment erupted on the sword, the situation changed dramatically, the rolling waves of magic swept away, the world changed color, and it was bleak.
The Zuns only felt that the body was stagnant, and the operation of the true essence was immediately restrained.
The three-to-three attack and defense situation was immediately broken, with a slamming shock. The last two people were unable to gather together and suffered heavy losses.
The bright red all over the ground is the shock of the devil's calamity. The strongest devil has long surpassed the red training four thousand years ago.
At Zhiming's side, Yin'er bit her lip. Although the pain was unbearable, she still forced herself not to shout, so as not to worry the former.
Swords, lights, swords and shadows are intertwined. The black-clothed and black-haired man knows his fate. Blood drips from his face from time to time. His steps are turning, his body is like a dragon, and his sword is slashing. His power is unparalleled.
"Marquis Zhiming, how long can you struggle?"
The situation changed, and the eight Supreme Beings in the world immediately changed their tactics.
The palms and swords clashed, knowing that he was exhausted after a long battle, he retreated a few steps, and a little bit of bright red came from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his red clothes again and again.
The road is difficult, and the devil cannot survive. Ning Chen glanced at Luojia Mountain behind him. He practiced the power of resentment in his hands, blessed by the magic waves, and in the earth-shattering vibration, a magnificent sword light shot up into the sky.
"Nirvana"
The ultimate sword, criss-crossed, magnificent and unparalleled, where the sword light reaches, the void disintegrates, and the earth is completely devastated.
The four were the first to bear the brunt of the attack, vomited and withdrew, and the other four were also affected by the sword force and retreated a few steps.
There was a flaw in the killing game, Ning Chen stepped forward and quickly swept towards Luojia Mountain behind.
The mountains are stacked and the roads are rugged and difficult to navigate. However, when was the Huangquan Road, which was made of blood and bones, easy to navigate.
Obstructing troops along the way, in the blood-colored sword light, they fell one by one, persistent will, driving the unyielding spirit of war, facing the force of the army, still do not know why to give up.
On the black hair, the blood is falling, and the blood on the sword is a hundred times, a thousand times stronger, and the inexhaustible alliance army. When Tianfu invaded, it was guarded by Zhiming, and now it is fighting back and swallowing Zhiming.
On the way forward, a drop of blood fell on Yin'er's face, slightly hot and scalding.
The big hand that held the small hand has never been released, and I have never thought of releasing it. Knowing the fate of the three bodies and one mind, although the personalities are different, they are the same persistence. Once they are determined, they will never let go.
The mountain is on the mountain, surrounded by thousands of green trees, the blood is dyed with thousands of red, and the splendor of life is always so beautiful when it blooms at the end.
I don't know how many fallen figures, the blood and bones all over the mountains and plains have dyed the entire Luojia Mountain red.
In order to get rid of Zhiming, all the elites of all sects will come out, and at any cost, Zhiming must be completely left behind.
On Luojia Mountain, the chasing army from the rear surrounded them again, and the eight Supreme Human Beings pressed the injuries in their bodies, urging the final power, and they passed by.
The sword's edge blocked the palm's strength, the aftermath shook all directions, blood spilled from Ning Chen's mouth, the sword's momentum turned, and the four figures in front of him slammed back.
The four retreated, Luoxiao, Bihui, Honglou, and Xuanzhen once again bullied themselves up, and forcefully pressed them down.
There was a loud shock, the black clothes were dyed red again, Ning Chen took a few steps back, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the demonic energy all over his body vibrated violently again.
The inescapable calamity caused the devil to fall into the greatest crisis of life and death. With the sword on the ground, the devil's power was still terrifying, but he lost the previous sense of oppression.
"King Minghou, you have nowhere to go"
Seeing the signs of instability in the aura of knowing destiny, the eight venerables returned to their origins at the same time, and they converged extremely.
The strongest move, rushing out with a roar, and after one move, the war of slaughtering demons will end.
The extreme prestige struck, it was unbearable, Ning Chen forced the wounded body, pulled Yin'er behind him, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, the whole body was full of demon energy, and the sword and evil flowed together. Block the last resort.
Just when life and death were about to be divided, in the distance, a Tsing Yi figure swept up, turned his back to the venerables, and slammed the deadly palm.
Looking at each other's eyes, so gentle, looking at the last concern of this life, like a moth to a fire, without turning back, directly hit the Chi Lian Jianfeng.
With a stab, a sword pierced through the body, blood spurted like a spring, dyed Tsing Yi, and even reddened Zhiming's eyes, Li Ning raised her hand and caressed the face of the young man in front of her, a faint flash of light flashed on her pale and beautiful face. reluctance.
He has really grown up.
In fact, she didn't want to die. In fact, she wanted to live and watch him go on.
Unfortunately, she has no chance. "Ning Chen, you're going to be enchanted"