Lin Feng bowed his hands and said in a deep voice: "Yes."
Lin Feng rode away on horseback, holding an order flag in his hand, and shouted: "The general has an order, Poshen Camp, Artillery Camp..."
Zhu Youtang stood on horseback and stared at Gu Santong for a long time. Then he looked at the masters watching the battle and said: "Everyone, this person has bad intentions. I'm afraid it's the imperial court. I'd trouble you all to surround and kill this person." Don't let him escape."
"Haha, he can't escape!"
Basang, the reincarnated soul boy, clasped his hands together, jumped up, and rushed directly into the battle with the power of his physical body.
As soon as Basang made a move, the Tibetan national teacher Mo Zhi and the leader of the Japanese Iga sect Iga Musashi also rushed into the battle from two directions.
The Shadow Sword of the Kunlun Demon Sect's Divine Sword Hall stood beside Zhu Youtang to prevent any sneak attacks.
Yang Zixu, from the Demon Sect Butian Dao, was meditating not far away to recover from his injuries. The blow just delivered by Gu Santong was not fatal, but it was extremely powerful. There was also an extremely fierce innate true energy that hit the abdomen, domineering and fierce.
This innate true energy was like a raging flame, flowing and surging in his body. Because it was in conflict with the attributes of the techniques he practiced, it made him extremely uncomfortable.
Yang Zixu continued to activate his secret skill [Tianyixinfa], using his own true energy to slowly wear away this overbearing and strong true energy.
Yang Zixu's face changed from blue to white, and his breath was sometimes like a raging flame, sometimes like a thousand-year-old ice, changing back and forth.
Zhu Youtang no longer looked at Yang Zixu, and sneered at the descendant of the Demon Sect in his heart. He was beaten like this with just one blow?
Is this considered a wizard from the Demon Sect?
Zhu Youtang secretly shook his head and looked at the battle situation again.
The battle situation became even more chaotic with the addition of several grandmasters.
"The bloody handprint of Da Zang's hand!"
"Flaming Knife!!"
“Vajrayogini Fist!!”
"Cut with one sword!"
"Kunlun Flame Palm!"
…
While several people were fighting life and death, a dark red blood spot gradually approached Zhu Youtang who was riding a white horse in an extremely fast way.
Shadow Sword has a black cloth on his face and is dressed in black clothes, but his true appearance is missing.
This person is like a dark shadow, guarding Zhu Youtang.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Shadow Sword frowned, and a bright long sword was unsheathed at some point, shining with a dazzling white light.
The next moment, the long sword suddenly plunged into the ground.
The ground tore, the soil exploded, clods of soil were thrown up, and a column of blood suddenly spurted out.
The shadow sword suddenly retreated and stood in front of Zhu Youtang.
On top of the blood pillar, there is an old man wearing a blood-colored cloak, with disheveled hair and an aura like a demon. His eyes are purple, making him look particularly evil and sneaky.
"Kunlun Demon Cult Divine Sword Hall?"
"Get away!"
The old man spoke, his voice extremely hoarse.
"Thirteen deadly swords!"
The shadow sword moved.
Facing a strong man who looked like a demon, he had no fear at all, or in other words, he never knew what fear was!
The bright long sword cut through the sky, and the sky dimmed in an instant.
It seemed like the endless light was all taken away by this sword technique at this moment.
Murderous spirit! Violent spirit! Evil spirit!
A vicious spirit!
The evil spirit!
Countless dark auras were wrapped under the sword, like a dark and ominous poisonous dragon, with its teeth and claws spread out, and it pounced towards the old man.
Absolute stillness, extermination of life!
It was as if the world and the earth had stopped at this moment.
There was only an ominous poisonous dragon that was as demonic and crazy as it dragged its substantial dragon body straight away.
"Blood Demon Protector!!"
The Taoist leader of the Earth Sect slowly stretched out his hands, and the blood on the ground suddenly boiled. Countless blood turned into bits of energy, and a dark red protective film condensed out of thin air around him. The ground gradually dried up, and the blood pillars absorbed the vitality of the earth.
They also looted them all to continue to support the protective film.
The right hand of the Earth Sect Taoist leader turned into the shape of a tiger claw, and sharp nails grew out. He moved forward, instead of retreating, and grabbed the poisonous dragon's body. In an instant, a huge energy burst out.
"Rumble..."
A powerful explosion exploded in mid-air, and the shock wave swept out everything, causing huge ripples. Countless soldiers and horses flipped on their backs, flags and weapons were all broken, and smoke filled the air.
Eventually, the smoke cleared.
I saw a palm grasping the blade of the sword, and the sharp nails penetrated directly through the blade.
The Taoist leader of the Earth Sect looked indifferently at the shadow sword that was very close at hand, and said: "The changes in the thirteen deadly swords are not just that, there are also the fourteenth sword, the fifteenth sword, you are still far away!"
As the sound fell, the Earth Sect Taoist leader exerted slight force, and the blade of the long sword broke with the sound.
Just as Shadow Sword was about to retreat, another hand had already grabbed his throat.
"amnesty!"
Dense blood-colored talismans emerged from the palm of the Earth Sect's Taoist leader. In an instant, they covered the entire body of the Shadow Sword, sealing all his true energy. Even his body and blood were sealed by the evil-filled bloody talismans.
"Ahhh..." Shadow Sword screamed in pain.
The Taoist leader of the Earth Sect raised his hand and threw the shadow sword directly into the surging sea of blood. The sea of blood churned and swallowed the shadow sword directly, disappearing without a trace.
After doing this, the Taoist leader of the Earth Sect looked at Zhu Youtang, who was running away on a white horse, and slowly raised his hand, pointing slightly in the direction of Zhu Youtang.
Following the movements of the Earth Sect Taoist leader, the ground cracked, and several bloody tentacles extended out, grabbing at Zhu Youtang.
"Phantom Sword Technique!"
Yang Zixu's figure suddenly appeared, and the sword light was like a broken star. As the starlight flickered, the red tentacles were cut off.
"Your Highness, you go first and hide in the White Tiger Camp. The large formation inside can protect you!" Yang Zixu shouted quickly.
Zhu Youtang did not answer, but his hands moved faster, twitching the reins fiercely, and headed in the direction of Baihu Camp.
"The sea of blood is turning upside down!!"
The Taoist leader of the Earth Sect clapped his hands on the ground, and countless seas of blood surged out, swallowing up all the soldiers and horses along the way, turning them into part of the sea of blood, and continued to chase Zhu Youtang.
"Don't even think about it!"
Yang Zixu hurriedly waved his long sword, and phantom sword skills came out one after another. Countless energies continued to bombard the sea of blood, buying time for Zhu Youtang to escape.
On the other side, several grandmasters who were fighting also noticed the movement outside.
"No, it's a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain!"
"Zhu Youtang cannot die. If he dies, the whole plan will be over!"
"Go and save him!"
Several grandmasters naturally know the purpose of their coming here, and the dispute between their wills naturally cannot compare with the overall situation.
Several people moved and suddenly left the battlefield.
Naturally, Gu Santong would not let them get what they wanted, so he suddenly took action and hit one of them.
The leader of the Sirius Sect, Batulu, was not as agile and agile as others. Faced with Gu Santong's menacing attack, he was forced to stay.
"Master Ba, you stay and control him, and we will protect Zhu Youtang." Mo Zhi, the Tubo master, shouted.
"good."
Hearing this, Batulu was not in a hurry to get away and started fighting with Gu Santong wholeheartedly.
With the help of several masters, the surging sea of blood was suppressed, and Zhu Youtang successfully escaped into the White Tiger Camp.
Zhu Youtang had a smile on his face, and his heart was full of joy for surviving the disaster.
The next moment, a sharp sword light appeared from the side.
"Kill the God of Death with one strike!"
Zhu Youtang's head fell in response.
"Boom!"
The head fell to the ground and rolled for several meters. Blood spurted out and the blood flow continued...