The warriors in the trial mountain one after another left their homes in the trial mountain. In a ruin.
Murong Ziqian and Xue Rulan, as well as the female warriors of the Heavenly Sword Sect, have all experienced a great battle at this moment. There are more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground.
"Holy woman, you are caught in our siege, or give up! As long as you are willing to submit to this elder, this elder can let you go?" Heavenly Sword Sect's supreme elder Hou Tiande said.
"Haha, even if the saint said that she would return to you, can you believe it?" Murong Ziqian looked at Hou Tiande.
"Of course you need to have precautions. You need to take the poison specially made by this elder, and let this elder control your life and death..." Hou Tiande looked at Murong Ziqian as a matter of course.
Murong Ziqian looked at Hou Tiande with a cold smile and said, "Do you think this is possible?"
"It's better to die than to live, what do you think?" Hou Tiande looked at Murong Ziqian coldly.
Murong Ziqian said coldly: "This is impossible. I would rather die in battle."
"Well, since you want to die, this elder will fulfill you..."
"Saint, let's cover you, you go quickly..." Xue Rulan said anxiously to the saint behind her.
Ever since Xue Rulan became the saint's bodyguard, she was attracted by her compassionate mind. The strangeness at first turned into admiration and worship in the back. Now let her die for the saint, she won't have any hesitation.
"Sister Rulan, you don't need to be like that. I won't leave you behind." Murong Ziqian said sternly.
"Hmph, you are the biggest obstacle to this elder's control of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Let this elder die!"
Hou Tiande led a group of martial artists to kill Murong Ziqian.
Murong Ziqian confronted Hou Tiande alone.
Although Murong Ziqian got the inheritance of the holy sword, Hou Tiande's strength was obviously stronger. Murong Ziqian confronted Hou Tiande in front of him to chase and kill him, which was already very exhausting. Now facing Hou Tiande, he was gradually suppressed.
"Saint, you surrender! You are not the opponent of this elder."
While fighting against Murong Ziqian, Hou Tiande was taking a powerful psychological offensive against her.
Several female guards of Murong Ziqian at the side faced the attack of these warriors, and there were constant casualties. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer guards around Murong Ziqian.
Murong Ziqian's expression gradually became serious.
"Ziyun Sacred Sword?"
A powerful sword aura burst out from the purple sword in Murong Ziqian's hand.
"This is an artifact?"
Hou Tiande looked at the Ziyun Sacred Sword in Murong Ziqian's hand, and his eyes showed a greedy purple color. After they were expelled to the realm of sin, their cultivation resources were extremely scarce. There are not many demons who master artifacts. Therefore, seeing the Ziyun Sacred Sword in Murong Ziqian's hand, naturally, endless possessiveness surged.
It's just that even though Murong Ziqian used the Ziyun Sacred Sword, although the Ziyun Sacred Sword made her move back to a lot of disadvantages, the warriors that Hou Tiande brought had an absolute advantage in number and strength. On Murong Ziqian's side, he could not complete the reversal.
"Kill me!"
Hou Tiande gave orders to the men beside him.
Obviously, Hou Tiande also felt the pressure from the artifact in Murong Ziqian's hands, and was ready to take a war of attrition, first exhausted Murong Ziqian's power, and then took her in one fell swoop.
Dozens of warriors all killed Murong Ziqian.
Murong Ziqian looked at the female guards such as Xue Rulan, who were also at risk. One by one female guards fell, making her a little anxious at the moment.
"Ziyun sword burst!"
Dozens of purple swords burst out from the Ziyun Sacred Sword, and slaughtered towards the warriors of the Demon Race. One-third of the power was surprisingly locked in Hou Tiande.
These purple swords are extremely sharp and unstoppable. The warriors of those demons couldn't resist at all. Although they had exerted their strength to the limit one by one, they still couldn't stop the sharp edge of the Ziyun Sacred Sword.
At least two-thirds of the demon martial artists were killed, and the remaining one-third of the demon martial artists were a little farther away, so they could be spared.
At this moment, all the criss-crosses on Hou Tiande's body are scars. Scarred everywhere. After all, the previous one-third of the power was aimed at Hou Tiande.
Hou Tiande's breath at the moment was extremely wilting, and he was a little shocked by the power of this artifact. This made him even more greedy. After all, although he is also a high-level demon clan, he hasn't got any artifacts yet. If Murong Ziqian's hand can get this artifact, his combat power can definitely be a lot stronger.
And at this moment, Murong Ziqian was also sluggish, after all, the current Ziyun Sword Blast was relatively powerful among the techniques inherited by Ziyun. But after all she got the inheritance of the Ziyun Sacred Sword not long ago, and she hasn't been able to completely control the Ziyun Sword Burst because of this, Murong Ziqian suffered a strong backlash.
"Holy woman, how are you?" Xue Rulan quickly supported Murong Ziqian.
Murong Ziqian waved her hand to Xue Rulan, and said with a strong smile: "Sister Rulan, don't worry, I'll be fine."
Hou Tiande looked at Murong Ziqian with a sneer and said: "Saint, your artifact is indeed very strong, but if you are expected to be good, you will suffer a lot of backlash? Now you, what else can you use to resist this? Elder?"
"Hou Tiande, I don’t know why you are deliberately trying to control the Heavenly Sword Sect. Since you came back from the secret realm, your temperament has changed drastically, making the Heavenly Sword Sect a smog. I want to know what you really want. Because. You are not like the former respected and respected elder!" Murong Ziqian looked at Hou Tiande and said!
"Huh, saint, it's useless that you want to know so much? Because you are going to die soon. Don't the dead need to know so much?" Hou Tiande's murderous intent became more and more intensified.
At this moment, Xue Rulan on the side seemed to have discovered the New World, pointing to the dead bodies of the assassins on the ground who had been killed by Zhang Tianhao, and shouted in shock: "Look at the saint."
Murong Ziqian knew that there was a difference, and when he took a closer look, he found that the demon martial artists who had been killed by her own Ziyun Sacred Sword had all changed. It has become the appearance of a demon warrior, with long horns on its head.
"So... So you are from the Demon Race?" Murong Ziqian's expression was shocked.
Although Murong Ziqian once suspected Hou Tiande, he never thought that the other party was a member of the Demon Race. But this is also because Murong Ziqian's Ziyun Sacred Sword purifies evil spirits, which will cause these disguised Demon Warriors to be exposed.
"Hmph, I originally wanted to give you a glimmer of life, but now that you found it, then you can blame this elder for being cruel." A trace of murderous intent flashed in Hou Tiande's eyes.