The Taoist fellow Taoists continued to fight and fought in the front.

However, the opponent is too strong and the number of people is too large.

It can only fall one after another.

In a blink of an eye, about 200 people were already dead, and there were still seventy or eighty people left.

It is obvious that the White Shamen was killed, but it was just a matter of time.

All the Taoist ally are injured and are still fighting to the death.

No one who chose to surrender was still gritting his teeth and fighting.

They knew that there was no hope of survival.

However, they are still willing to fight to the death.

Dedicate for this world and for this Taoist sect.

Absolutely, surrender to these Fusang demons.

At this moment, Hua Muzi, with the support of her subordinates, had already arrived in front of the main square.

As soon as she appeared, the Onmyoji stopped attacking.

Onmyoji stopped attacking, and Baishamen and other fellow Taoist ally did not dare to kill.

They retreated one after another, preparing for the final resistance.

Hanako Mu looked at these Taoist priests from the White Salmons with a cold expression.

At this moment, I slowly walked forward.

"Who are the leaders here!"

Hanakoki is pretty good in Chinese and expresses it very clearly.

Seeing this, Taoist Master Yongming also took a step forward.

"master!"

Wu Yi stopped Taoist Yongming, afraid that he would suffer a loss.

But Taoist Priest Yongming shook his head and signaled that it was okay.

It’s all this, it doesn’t matter if you live a little longer, and it doesn’t matter if you live a little less.

"I am the head of this White Sword."

Taoist Master Yongming spoke without being humble or arrogant.

Hanakoki glanced at him and continued to speak:

"You, let them surrender immediately and join my Jiuju faction.

You are still the head of this place.

Once you dominate the world, your power will become even greater.

And you only need to be loyal to our Jiuju and his sect."

Taoist Priest Yongming smiled coldly:

"Hmph! Demon Dao, do you think it's possible?

Even if I die in battle, I will not beg for surrender. I am even more worthy of joining you Fusang Onmyoji..."

Seeing this, Hanakoki's expression became cold:

"If you don't want to eat toast, go to death!"

After saying that, Hanakoki glared at her eyes.

Suddenly, a phantom of a chrysanthemum appeared above her head.

The majestic aura, like a tsunami, crushed everyone.

The leader of Taoist Yongming was forced to retreat continuously by this aura.

Finally, a mouthful of blood was spurted out directly.

He felt weak under his feet and knelt on one knee.

The next moment, Hua Muzi raised her hand.

A sword energy visible to the naked eye shot towards Master Yongming and left.

If you are hit, you will definitely die.

"master!"

"Master Yongming!"

"Brother Yongming!"

“…”

Everyone exclaimed, and their faces changed drastically.

I want to help, but it's too late...

Taoist Master Yongming covered his chest and watched the sword energy attack, he knew that the deadline had come.

Resistance is already fearless.

Between life and death, he was not afraid at all, but seemed very calm.

The mysterious energy of the sword came in a blink of an eye, just as the moment he was about to shoot Taoist Yongming.

A cold snorted, and it sounded from the roof not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a shocking fog suddenly shot out.

Before the sword energy hit Taoist Yongming.

It was impartial and intercepted the mysterious sword energy.

"Bang!"

With a blast, two mysterious auras burst out.

Flashes of mysterious energy ripples continued to resist the surroundings.

Taoist Master Yongming was also shocked by the ripples of mysterious energy.

Seeing this, Wuyi and other White Shamen disciples rushed up quickly.

"master!"

The sudden change surprised many people present.

They all looked at the roof on the left.

Hanazimu's face also darkened and she looked over with the trend.

I saw two people on the roof on the left at some point.

One person is not good-looking, has a medium figure, and has a conspicuous one-line eyebrows.

However, this person exuded the aura of a strong man all over his body.

The other person looked like he was in his early twenties.

He has a tall figure and a clear outline.

His eyes were deep, and he was holding a bronze sword in his hand, shining with a faint red light...

"Look!"

"That's Nanchen. I've seen him in the Dao League Championship!"

"That's right, it's Nanchen, that's his master Lin Jiu!"

"Have reinforcements arrived?"

“…”

On the side of Baishamen, they all looked at Uncle Jiu and Nanchen with excited expressions.

Taoist Priest Yongming, who was injured, also looked at the roof at this time.

When I saw Uncle Jiu, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised and muttered to myself:

"Lin, Brother Lin..."

Taoist Master Yongming, he used to compete with Uncle Jiu's fellow generations.

However, Uncle Jiu was too amazing and brilliant. Taoist Yongming was defeated by Uncle Jiu in one move.

I can only look at it.

When he was young, Uncle Jiu was the target pursued by Taoist Yongming.

It’s a pity that thirty years ago, Uncle Jiu retired and there was no news again.
To be continued...