No one knows what happens in the dark and no one pays attention to.

The Southern Dynasties' hundreds of battles had already won, and the Northern Dynasties, which were scattered, were retreating. Although they were attacked from front and back, they were happy to make plans in advance, so the Northern Dynasties' retreat barely retained some of their strength.

With 30,000 troops in a hundred battles and fighting in the dark, it is not realistic to completely wipe out the Northern Army, which is twice as many as one.

The two sides have changed from melee to pursuit. The main force of the Northern Dynasties retreated to Huainan. Zhao Biao and Zhao Lian led their troops to chase and die to the north, hoping to leave more northern invaders.

However, even if the Hundred Battles fight overnight, even if they have the fighting spirit, they are exhausted. Even if they survived after the four kills, they are all brave men. However, under the stimulation of the fighting spirit, their combat power increased greatly, while their discipline plummeted.

Just like a mad group of beasts stimulated by blood, let alone effective pursuit, even after the Northern Army retreated, the soldiers of the Hundred-eyed soldiers of the Hundred-Eyed Army began to kill each other.

Anyway, the chaos continues.

But for martial arts people, the one-night death fight is over.

They used a duel, or a competition, as the end of the night of chaos.

On the north bank of the Yangtze River, around a hill outside the Northern Dynasties camp, after a night of fighting, most of the people living in the rivers and lakes gathered here, with nearly a hundred torches illuminating the hills like daytime.

Monk Yuanwu, Taoist Ziwei, the Mo family master, Wuyang Zhenren, Lin Wandong and other seniors from the world, each with his disciples, stayed at the innermost side of this hill.

Everyone was silent.

A large circle is surrounded by nearly thirty feet in the radius of the hill. In the center of the circle, two people are fighting fiercely.

At this distance, watching experts compete is not a good choice. Some people with bad eyes cannot even see the changes in their moves, but there is nothing they can do.

Thirty feet, this is already the most dangerous safe distance.

Once you get too close and get the rest of the two of you fight, it will be a fatal outcome.

Shen Qiu was also among the crowd.

He is with Juzi and Monk Yuanwu, and Zhang Lan is behind him.

Li Yijian and the other two went to pick up Xiao Tie, and secretly retrieved Luo Yueqin. The thing was too eye-catching to appear in public.

General Li Shouguo of the Tiance Army and his adopted son Li Baoguo stood beside Lin Wandong. On the outside, the three thousand Yaoguangwei and the elite Heluo were camping and resting.

Yang Tao stood on the other side of the crowd, and there was no one around him within a few feet of his place.

On the one hand, decent people have hatred for the head of the Holy Fire Sect.

On the other hand, they are afraid of Yang Tao.

This old madman just pointed his butcher knife at the Demon Cult under the gaze of many people, just like crazy. Those Demon Cult who escaped the decent people died at Yang Tao.

Ai Dachai sat a few feet away from Yangtao.

No one dares to mess with Qingyang Demon Lord.

Beside him was a puppet wearing a mask and holding a Japanese sword. Behind him was a carriage filled with various corpses, and blood was constantly dripping from the carriage.

The one who pulls the carriage is not a horse.

Instead, Abed, the five-way guardian of the original Holy Fire Sect, was also made into a mechanism and acted as a horse.

There is no decent master who is picking at this time, and shouting at Yang Tao and Ai Dacha. Everyone is very tired. More importantly, there will be something more important than chasing them.

Ren Hao is about to die.

As long as you see it, you can see that the leader of the martial arts world who was fighting with Zhang Moye on the hill has reached the end of his life.

His upper body was naked, and tragic qi spurted out from his cracked skin, just like a volcano was fostered in his body.

In those terrible cracked wounds, no blood flowed out.

The blood was evaporated by the high-temperature true qi, mixed in the white smoke, dyeing the clusters of true qi into a blood mist red.

The leader's eyes were burning with flames.

It was the flame that bloomed when life was burned. It seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood-colored true energy, with shadows and no face visible, but every move had the power to tear the world apart.

"boom"

He stepped on it, and the earth shook on the hill.

From the center of the landing site, large pieces of soil slabs collapsed and cracks like spider webs spread rapidly in all directions with cracks.

The domineering momentum made the surrounding people in the martial arts world feel heavy.

But this cracking attack did not hurt his opponent at all.

Zhang Moye, wearing a weird black robe and a bun, held the invisible sword gathering with his true energy in his left hand. When Ren Hao's huge force hit him, he was like a fallen leaf in the wind, swept up by the strong wind.

His figure was as light as a feather, and he swept into the sky in a way that completely violated the laws of physics.

One hard, one soft.

The next moment, the starlight in the sky seemed to be summoned. When the strange halo projected by the Big Dipper crossed the night sky, the purple light was like projecting on the ground, covering the hills.

The star shadows were falling down and the figure of Zhang Moye instantly turned into hundreds of phantoms, just like a legion, attacking Ren Hao from all directions.

This move made Huang Wusan squint his eyes.

In Suzhou, he lost by this move.

But Zhang Lan widened her eyes.

He saw this move his father used, and he was very familiar with it. Although his performance was different, this move was a transcendent version of the ghost magic skill.

He will, too.

But he tried his best to divide five or six phantoms, and his father used his own sword to make nearly a hundred phantoms fly.

Not only is it more realistic than his ghost killing method, but it can also make each phantom like a living person. Each phantom uses different martial arts, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, fists, palms and shooting, and hidden weapons of the Qimen.

As long as there are martial arts in the world, these hundreds of phantoms will be used.

Everyone's hearts were raised.

Everyone is imagining and thinking about how the leader should crack this peerless move?

They can't take it!

Even the old monk Yuanwu shook his head.

His strongest guard could not take the move of Mr. Zhang, and the mountain ghost standing behind Shen Qiu even wrinkled his eyes and couldn't help but hold Chengying in his hand tightly.

He couldn't handle it either.

With his sword skills at this time, once he meets him, he will be defeated by the ghost army and even lose his life.

This is no longer something that pure martial arts can do.

"Good come!"

Facing the overwhelming ghost army, Ren Hao, whose body was covered in burning blood, laughed loudly, and his voice was as loud as thunder. He exhaled, closed his fists around his waist, and took a deep breath.

This breath brought a strong wind on the hill, as if to suck all the air into the belly.

"Cover your ears!"

The juren shouted in a hoarse voice.

The people in the martial arts world behind were clinging their ears, and the martial arts world masters in the martial arts world ahead didn't need to remind them at all. When Ren Hao inhale, they had already temporarily closed their hearing with their true energy.

The next moment...

"roar!"

The terrifying sound waves roared out from his mouth.

The waves of air were centered on the leader of the circle, like the waves of anger, rolling in all directions. Zhang Moye's ghost shadow army was captured by the sound waves and could not make any progress.

The closest one was only an inch away from the leader, but the next moment, it was still like being caught in a tide and shattered.

Hundreds of phantoms are like strong wind passing by, and the candle fire is extinguished.

It was eliminated in an instant.

"good!"

The people in the martial arts world with bloody ears did not care about the severe pain, so they cheered loudly, excited that the leader would take the lead.

But their excitement did not last for a moment.

The sound of the raging waves had not yet dissipated. Zhang Moye appeared behind Ren Hao in the darkness like a flying immortal. At this moment, he was like the deadliest assassin in the world, with fish intestine thorns gathering in his hands.

Two lightning bolts attacked Ren Hao's neck, one left and one right.

Zhu Zhu assassinate the king and daughter!

This is Qu Xie's unique skill. He was sent by Zhang Moye, and his speed and power were better than three points.

Most people just saw a flash in front of them and saw a bloody flower bursting out of the neck of the leader, reaching the level of Zhang Moye and the ghost and god Ren Hao. The so-called protective energy is a joke.

Both of them can break it at will with one move.

When they have returned to their natural state, the winner has returned to the purest pattern of blood.

Zhang Moye's second thorn came quickly, killing Yin Han. He did not show mercy because of Ren Hao's last battle. In the eyes of both of them.

As long as you keep your energy, you will be a humiliation to each other's martial arts.
To be continued...