The killing in Wanjian Pavilion continues.

In this battle, the elite troops of the Ancient Star Sect came out, with a total of 130,000 people, and each of them was filled with the idea of ​​killing. In contrast, although Wanjian Pavilion was robbed, its combat power was still not weak.

Sword cultivators are good at swords and are good at killing.

This is Wanjian Mountain, the place where sword energy gathers. As long as you rush into the Star Array, you can lead to crazy massacre.

One fights and retreats, the other fights ruthlessly. When two completely different killing methods collide, no one can gain an absolute advantage. They can only shed their blood and cut off their heads to compose a tragic killing music.

Yun Changqing stood in the ruins. At this moment, he no longer had the usual rigorous appearance. His blue clothes were stained with blood, his white hair was scattered, and his chest was covered with blood marks, so he could clearly see the white bones.

He did not care about his serious injuries, but raised his eyes, brought the entire battlefield into his eyes, opened his mouth lightly, and let out a sigh of grief.

In the chaos just now, the whole Wanjian Mountain had become dilapidated, the palace was damaged, the sword formation was annihilated, and the smell of blood was everywhere, and the wailing sound was like a hell of killing, without any peace.

What made him even more sad was that more than 100,000 disciples, died and injured countless times, all turned into cold corpses, spreading flat on the ground, blood flowing into a river. Many people did not even leave their corpses, and turned into a pool of bloody flesh.

The Wanjian Pavilion was destroyed and it only takes time to rebuild it as before, but millions of disciples died, but they could never be saved. Why did they lose the foundation of the Jian Pavilion in vain to fight for anger? Yun Changqing looked at the sky with pain, but before his voice could be heard, he was drowned out by roars.

Not far from this place, Shi Hao stood in the void. He was not injured too much, but his face looked extremely ugly.

The two sects fought in a melee, and countless casualties were killed or injured, and even the people of the Heavenly Spirit were not spared.

This is true for the people of heavenly spirits, and even more so for the outer disciples. Under the violent bombing of the twenty-eight star spiritual array, the outer disciples had no power to fight back. Not to mention rushing forward, it was difficult to even protect themselves and were reduced to cannon fodder.

At this moment, the outer disciples were almost dead. The more than 2,100 disciples that Shi Hao had just won were also dead. None of them survived. The bodies were mixed in the blood river and could no longer be identified.

You know, as Shi Hao became the lord of the outer sect, his disciples of the outer sect were almost dead at this moment. In this way, his outer sect lord was in name only, and even his supporters were not alone.

Faced with such a scene, Shi Hao was full of hatred and resentment towards the Ancient Star Sect, but his heart was more indifferent, and he wanted to end this endless killing immediately.

The outer disciples are dead, and the inner disciples are also injured and killed. If they continue to immerse themselves in the killing, even the senior elders, even the high-ranking sword masters, may die.

In Wanjian Pavilion, many people felt a sense of retreat in their hearts. Even some people on the Ancient Star Sect retreated, and their eyes looked at each other and felt a strong sense of retreat.

The disciples of Wanjian Pavilion were ruthlessly slaughtered, why are the people of the Ancient Star Sect the same?

In the absence of the three thousand star pattern armor, they find it difficult to resist the sword light of Wanjian Pavilion. Once the opponent enters the spiritual formation, it will inevitably cause chaos and bloody killing.

In such a melee, the Ancient Star Sect could not gain the upper hand, and the casualties were extremely heavy. Corpse fell to the ground and stacked into mountains. The familiar faces were completely cold and pale, and deeply hurt everyone's minds.

The expressions of the two sides of the fierce battle trembled and slowly restrained the breath on their bodies. The tragic wails dissipated, making the space rarely quiet. Everyone looked around with fear and gradually dissipated their murderous intent.

At the same time, on a hillside outside Wanjian Pavilion, this place was shrouded in a dark light. The place covered by the light was isolated, making it impossible for people from outside to detect.

On the hillside, a group of figures stood. They looked into the distance and saw everything that happened in Wanjian Pavilion. When they saw the two sects slowly converging, their eyes sank at the same time.

After a series of fighting, the two sects suffered extremely heavy casualties. Soon, it was our turn to take action. Lin Tianchong relaxed his muscles and bones, looking eager to try.

Hearing this, the crowd behind him looked sharp and a magnificent fighting spirit soared into the sky, like soldiers ready to set off, and urgently needed to launch a shocking charge and kill the enemies.

However, Chu Xingyun, who was standing in the first place, still had gloomy eyes. He waved his hand and said in a low voice: Both sects are one of the six major forces in the Northern Wilderness Region, with such a strong foundation. Even after experiencing a fight, they were not at the point where they were out of ammunition and food.

Um?

Chu Xingyun's words made everyone's minds slightly condense. When they turned around, they heard Chu Xingyun continue to say: In the past, for the sake of interests, the two major sects did not hesitate to slaughter the Chu family and split up my parents. This grudge alone could not end so simply.

More importantly, the more we fight between Wanjian Pavilion and the Ancient Xingchen Sect, the greater our chances of taking action. Only by completely killing these people can I control all the resource foundations of the two major sects, and use this to fight against Jiuhan Palace and forcibly rescue Liuxiang.

When the last words fell, Chu Xingyun's eyes condensed, his pupils frowned, and a ray of cold light of demon bloomed, making him feel evil.

So cold!

Many people felt a bone-broken chill at the moment when the magical intention bloomed, their minds were cold, as if their bodies were about to be frozen. Even Mo Wang Gong and Lin Tianchong were so shocked by the magical intention.

Wu Jingxue. At this time, Chu Xingyun spitted a cold voice from his mouth. He stared at Wu Jingxue and said: The two sects of killing are even more intense. You immediately lead the Jingtian Army to approach Wanjian Pavilion and absorb the murderous aura with all your strength to improve your own strength. I have not spoken, you must not take action.

Humph! Wu Jing spitted a cold snorkeling sound in blood, but he did not disobey Chu Xingyun's orders, and his figure flashed and immediately led the Jingtian army to approach Wanjian Pavilion quietly.

Sword slave! Chu Xingyun blew again, and his voice was not limited: You two can forcibly improve your cultivation by devouring your souls. At this moment, the souls of the dead are your food. Remember, if you do not have my orders, you must not take action.

Upon hearing this, the two sword slaves nodded respectfully, their bodies flew away, and disappeared without a trace like ghosts.

Everyone looked at Chu Xingyun's actions, and the coldness in their hearts continued to spread. At this time, they suddenly saw Chu Xingyun laughing, smiled coldly, and slowly floated up to the sky, and released a sharp and thick sword light.

A bang!
Chapter completed!