The scenery in front of me was desolate and shocking, and a sinister blood filled the dense forest.
There were at least two hundred Lihuo Sect disciples present. Each of them fell in a pool of blood, their eyes full of fear. A mountain forest full of vitality seemed depressing and terrifying at this time. It's like a blood-stained illusion, it's hard to tell the truth from the false.
Of course, both hope this isn't true.
"Everyone... how could this happen?" Yin Mo's knees weakened and she knelt on the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked at the Lihuo Sect disciples who died miserably on the ground with tears in their eyes.
Qin Shi was also horrified, this scene was too tragic.
"Who is it that is so cruel?"
The sound of creaking joints came from Qin Shi's fists.
"It must be Wang Yun and the others, those beasts..." Yin Mo had tears in her eyes, and her vision was hazy. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she rushed forward, turning over the corpses one by one in the haystack. , showing a hint of joy in his grief: "Shao Yang, Senior Brother Shao Yang and the others are not here, they must still be alive."
"Um?"
Qin Shi frowned and realized that there were indeed no other purple-level disciples in the corpse.
Boom!
Just when the two of them found a glimmer of relief in their despair, a vast purple light suddenly filled the air about a kilometer north. Under the purple light was a raging fire. Dozens of thick ancient trees were burned into charcoal under the fire. The flying ashes are annihilated.
Seeing the purple light and fierce fire, Yin Mo was shocked: "It's Senior Brother Shaoyang and the others."
Feeling the same fluctuation of spiritual power, Qin Shi no longer hesitated, hugged Yin Mo from the waist, took several small steps in the air, and rushed straight towards the fire a thousand meters away. As the fire approached, waves of heat hit my face, and the clouds in the sky were dyed blood red.
"Don't worry."
Praying silently, Qin Shi accelerated again.
…
In the center of the secret realm, hundreds of people gathered here, roughly divided into two waves.
The first wave was led by Wang Yun and consisted of more than three hundred Yunding Sect disciples. The other wave consisted of a few purple-level disciples in Shaoyang and less than a hundred Lihuo Sect disciples. Most of the Lihuo Sect disciples had injuries of varying severity.
"Wang Yun, you beasts actually attacked us." There was a shocking bloody mouth on Shao Yang's left arm. The bloody mouth was constantly emitting purple light and was eating away at his body: "If it is spread, the head of Ling Xiao will I won’t let you go!”
"Sneak attack?"
"Haha, war never tires of deceit. In this long history, another winner comes to challenge Huazhang. Just like today, after you die, no one will remember you anymore, only the existence of the king. Yunding Sect!" Wang Yun took a step forward and tilted his head: "Besides, don't you all understand such a simple rule? The Burning Sky Secret Realm allows fighting in any state. This time, the leader has already given the order that none of you can escape alive. !”
"brute!"
Next to Shao Yang, several purple-level disciples cursed.
The curses echoed in the forest, but Wang Yun had an easy-going smile on his face, as if it was taken for granted.
Indeed, he is right, history is written by the victors, and in the end, only the results will be passed down, not the process.
Before, Shao Yang and others passed by here, but they were divided into two waves by Wang Yun and others. One wave was the more than 200 disciples who Qin Shi saw died tragically before, and the other wave was the remaining one now. Only half a hundred disciples.
Being attacked and plotted, they were now in a completely weak position.
One hundred people fight against three hundred people, and there is still no insurmountable gap in spiritual power cultivation. The final result can be imagined.
"I'm dead now, what should I do?"
"I don't want to die. There are elders in my family, young ones at the bottom, and my wife is waiting for me. I can't die here."
"We will definitely die. There are more than three hundred of them."
Nowadays, people work as swordsmen and I work as fish and meat. The disciples of the Lihuo Sect had completely lost their will to fight, and each one of them was so frightened that they collapsed without a fight.
For a moment, despair and fear climbed onto their faces, and even the weapons in their hands could not be held and fell to the ground one by one.
"Damn it!" Feeling the change in the mentality of his disciples, Shaoyang's heart tightened.
They are at a disadvantage, and if they are overwhelmed in terms of momentum, there is really no hope. In this situation, only by risking death and fighting for survival can there be a glimmer of hope.
Otherwise, they will become the targets of Yunding Sect's massacre and will be buried and sleep in this Burning Heaven Secret Realm forever. Thinking of this, Shao Yang clenched his fists nervously and cursed secretly: "What should I do? What should I do? Is the sky destined to destroy me, the Lihuo Sect?"
"Haha, have you given up?"
Seeing the disciples of the Lihuo Sect who were defeated like a pile of scattered sand, Wang Yun chuckled naturally. Then he waved his hand indicatively and concluded the life and death of hundreds of disciples of the Lihuo Sect in one sentence: "Kill them!"
Boom!
The disciples of the Yunding Sect stared at each other with eager eyes, and immediately went crazy after receiving the order.
Attacks all over the sky, like the Perseus meteor shower, streaked across the sky overwhelmingly, and the spiritual power of the sun, moon and stars turned into dazzling ice lotuses. The ice lotus bloomed, causing large blood stains in the dense forest.
Under the attack, the disciples of the Lihuo Sect were like weak women who had no power to restrain a chicken, being slaughtered and made flesh. They suddenly became the targets of massacre by the disciples of the Yunding Sect.
"Wang Yun, you and I are irreconcilable!"
Seeing the Lihuo Sect disciples fall into a pool of blood one by one, Shao Yang raised the sword in his hand regardless of the blood on his arm, and then he bared his teeth and roared fiercely: "Brothers, no matter what, If it means death, if you are a disciple of my Lihuo Sect, then follow me and pick up the weapons in your hands and fight with them!"
"Kill one without compensation, but kill two with profit!"
After the last words fell, Shao Yang rushed towards the Yunding Sect.
As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though Shaoyang was seriously injured, ordinary Yunding Sect disciples were still no match for him. The sword in his hand was like the scythe of the God of Death, swiping across the necks of Yunding Sect disciples one by one, killing them with every move.
Looking at Shaoyang desperately, several purple-level disciples looked at each other and entered the crowd.
"We are born as Lihuo people, and we die as Lihuo ghosts. If you kill one, you will not be compensated, but if you kill two, you will gain! You are my disciple of the Lihuo Sect, so raise your weapons for me and defend the sect together!" Liu Qing and Liu Lan , the two female disciples raised the red water chestnuts in their hands at the same time, roared angrily, and rushed into the crowd.
The war is about to break out.
The blood is like a long river, rolling in the ravines in the mountains and forests.
Infected by the momentum, the disciples of the Lihuo Sect trembled. Finally, one person took the lead and picked up the weapon and killed the Yunding Sect ferociously. He cursed angrily: "They are all dead anyway, kill him, kill one on the road to hell." Keep company!”
The initially sluggish momentum suddenly soared to unprecedented heights.
Finally, all the disciples of the Lihuo Sect began to pick up their own weapons, and one by one they used their spiritual power and entered the battlefield: "We are born as Lihuo people, and we die as Lihuo ghosts. Let's fight with them, and we will not kill anyone." Pay compensation, kill two and make a profit!"
The scene was magnificent, with all kinds of martial arts overwhelmingly sweeping across the starry sky.
Killing the red eyes one by one, purple spiritual power and sky-burning flames continued to bloom in the hands of the disciples on both sides.
In the blink of an eye, the center of the secret realm was in a state of disarray. The surrounding land was full of potholes and bottomless rifts. Under the destruction of spiritual power, they stretched like long dragons. Evil blood surged between heaven and earth. between.
boom!
Burning flames, purple stars and setting sun.
That scene can only be described as tragic.
Whoosh!
But at this moment, a rushing purple light suddenly broke through the battlefield.
Chu Yuanba was seen holding a two-meter long spiritual sword in one hand. When the long sword cut through the sky, it produced a mournful sound of thunder and lightning. The sound of thunder and lightning sounded, and one of the Lihuo Sect disciples was bound to die tragically. One, two, three, ten, dozens of disciples fell into a pool of blood one after another.
Shocked by this move, the red-eyed Lihuo Sect disciple stopped again.
"Haha, what a bunch of ignorant people." In the blink of an eye, Chu Yuanba killed more than a dozen disciples. He swung his spiritual sword lightly, and then he suddenly rushed forward, rushing into the battlefield like the undead Pluto. , wherever it passes, there will be blood stains all over the sky.
Suddenly, the arrogance was greatly dissipated by Chu Yuanba's intervention.
"Damn it, we can't do this, we have to stop him." Shaoyang thought to himself.
Among the eight purple-level disciples, Song Yu and Chen Gang looked at each other: "Senior Brother Shaoyang, leave Chu Yuanba to us."
"It's just you?" Chu Yuanba smiled, and immediately the long knife rolled in the air. Then he saw the long knife released in the sky, rapidly condensing and transforming in the air. One life is two, two is four, four is the Eight Diagrams, eight swords break through the afterimage, bang Then he bombarded the two of them: "Purple Star·Bagua!"
The sword light passed through the air, just an afterimage in the blink of an eye, and instantly knocked the two people away.
"Song Yu, Chen Gang!" Shao Yang was startled, and then looked at Chu Yuanba with cold eyes: "It seems that I still underestimated you..."
When he held the long sword in his hand again, Chu Yuanba snorted contemptuously: "Humph, you are vulnerable to a blow."
The two purple-level disciples were defeated miserably, and their arrogance dropped again.
Disciples of the Lihuo Sect are destined to be sentenced to death.
"Haha, have you had enough trouble?" At this time, the battlefield was cleared, and Wang Yun suddenly stepped forward, smiling gently and casually, but the laughter was full of blood evil, and then he raised his hand slightly, spreading his fingers at the same time They came out side by side, and streaks of lightning ignited between his palms.
"Shao Yang, I have to say that your cohesion is very good, but there is a disadvantage in doing so. However, I am very curious what will happen to these disciples if you die." After the words fell, his fingers trembled, and five words As dawn broke, the thunder struck Shaoyang.
Five rays of lightning passed by fiercely, like indestructible sharp blades, smashing dozens of ancient trees in succession. The disciples within ten meters of the radius, whether they were Yunding Sect or Lihuo Sect, were all affected and flew backwards.
"Shaoyang!"
"Senior Brother Shaoyang!"
For a moment, the whole audience was horrified.
Seeing the attack approaching, Shaoyang turned around in horror, looking at the thunder light expanding in front of his eyes, his brows furrowed into a frown, and he unthinkingly launched the Burning Sky Fire, trying to resist the five rays of purple light.
However, the five rays of purple light were like a motor with 300 revolutions added. The fire was quickly pulled away as soon as it approached, whizzing past without any pause.
"I can't be defeated, I am Shaoyang of Lihuo Sect!"